After hitting her best friend on the back, Katrin wasn't satisfied. She still doesn't accept how Liana describes her married life, as if she is trivializing what has happened.
“You think I divorced because of my wishes? Because of my will? For reasons like yours? No way!" Katrin blurted out, not accepting that her life case was used as a benchmark and compared to the problems her friend was facing.
Even though they are close, that doesn't mean Katrin can't feel insulted or hurt by Lian's words. As a friend, it was Katrin's obligation to remind Liana if the child spoke out of line. Rather than reprimanding her by talking about Liana's bad things with other people, it would be better if Katrin reprimanded her directly in front of the person concerned, right? In the future, it is hoped that Lian will not repeat the same thing, then it will further hurt the feelings of other people who don't know him that well and not think it was a joke.
Liana, who was scolded, pouted, not because she was offended by Katrin's actual reprimand, but more because she realized that she shouldn't discuss things like this with her friend who was hurt by the pain of separation.
"Sorry, I did not mean to…"
"There's no need to apologize, just remember that discussions about this don't always sound pleasant to everyone." Katrin's message.
Lian nodded obediently, like a good child. Seeing this made Katrin's emotions calm down a little, she also calmed down because her friend could still be told well even though she was in a bad mood.
"Okay, I'll stay for now, just drink the coffee—after that, go home and rest. Don't think anything wrong anymore." Katrin advised, that this time she got up from the chair she was sitting on and left Lian to be alone again.
The woman turned her gaze back to the street with very busy traffic—how could it not be if it was now the time for people to leave the office to go to their respective destinations?
Sitting there for a long time with her mind wandering somewhere, Liana didn't realize that someone had been sitting next to her for a few minutes. And just like Lian, the figure of the man sitting next to Lian also seemed unfocused with the telephone pressed to his ear and their conversation was quite serious on the telephone line.
At first, Lian didn't bother, because in a public place, there would be lots of people with various needs around her. But when the person's hand suddenly moved closer to her position, Lian of course felt disturbed—her eyes widened when it turned out that what the man was aiming for was her coffee which Lian hadn't touched since earlier, it was still in the same position as where Katrin had put it.
“Eh—Sir, that's mine!” Liana scolded, stopping the movement of the man beside her who was initially still focused on the phone still pressed to his ear.
The man was silent for a moment, checking where his hand was reaching out. As soon as he realized that the coffee cup he had reached was right next to his coffee cup. The man hastily moved his hand away from the coffee cup he was holding.
“Ah—sorry, I didn't see...”
“It's okay. I'm also sorry for surprising you. My voice rose because I was shocked when suddenly your hand took my drink."
The man beside him grimaced, once again saying sorry to Liana who also smiled awkwardly. After that, the two people returned to their respective activities. Liana was daydreaming about the highway, and the man was talking to someone on the telephone again.
They don't know that these accidental meetings will later become meetings that cannot be avoided, and even become meetings that require the two of them to stay together.
***
“I know my complaint every time I come here is the same, Doc. But what do you want to do? I don't have anything else that I'm concerned about, but this one problem seems to never end." Liana spoke in front of her psychiatrist—always and never far away.
Sometimes it's a good thing for Liana to go to her psychiatrist because that way the woman doesn't do anything stupid or strange. It's just that, for Erick—even though his services are paid for by Liana, Liana still sometimes comes without knowing the time.
No—Erick isn't complaining, it's just... Ah, or does Erick want to complain? It's true, working in a profession like this, patients sometimes come at any time, even if it's not practice hours.
“Today I even overwhelmed my best friend with my complaints. Ah, not overwhelmed... hm... how to say it, huh? "It's just that more and more I feel that because of this problem, I'm crossing the line in my thinking, sometimes."
Erick's frown appeared when he heard his patient's statement. After focusing on the story that Lian was telling, Erick finally felt that it was time for him to speak.
“Things that cross the line? Crossed what kind of line, if I may ask?"
“I brought up her marriage and divorce.”
Erick's eyebrows rose. "Why? What made you bring it up?”
The woman in front of him exhaled. Changing her sitting position, which was originally quite upright, now becomes slouched and looks not enthusiastic at all. For a woman in her mid-thirties, Liana looks more expressive than other women in her age range—because usually, women who are in their mid-thirties or turning forty tend to be less expressive, although this obviously cannot be used as a benchmark, because again on the personality of each person. And of course, his age shows that there are advantages and of course disadvantages to the attitude he displays.
"I said, maybe to keep my parents quiet, one way is to follow their wishes to get married, yes, but it's only limited to getting married—not building a household. So I said to my friend, maybe I need to find someone willing to marry me and divorce after we have had enough of the marriage."
Erick should be used to hearing this, because it's clear he's not only encountered this kind of problem once or twice, and is a fairly common problem among women of the same age as Liana. Based on the same problem, a brilliant career but a love relationship is the opposite.
Sounds like it's not a problem that a psychiatrist should be hearing about, because if you take it from here, shouldn't their solution be to go to a matchmaking agency or something? But what people don't know, like Liana for example, who doesn't have the desire to get married—for women who experience this kind of problem, it's not a soul mate they want to find, but peace of mind. That's why they prefer to go to a psychiatrist or psychologist, rather than a matchmaking agency.
What makes these successful people mentally disturbed is not because they feel comfortable with their own lives, but rather because the people around them demand that they become what they don't want.
“You regret saying that?” Erick asked, after feeling like he had enough to observe his patient.
Liana's gaze at Erick looked ambiguous. Two things can be interpreted from that kind of look in the eyes, but unfortunately, these two things are contradictory.
“I regret saying it in front of my best friend because I realize I shouldn't say that to someone who has sensitive problems with their marriage and divorce. But..."
"But?"
“I don't feel like I have to correct what I said. Because lately, that solution sounds promising for my survival and peace of life.”
Erick wanted to say a lot about this, about marriage and solutions that Liana thought looked or sounded promising. But since the woman ended their consultation session because it was already quite late, Erick was speechless... Even though it was Lian who came when Erick was about to go home, it was also the woman who ended it for the same reason.
"Sorry, I promised to disturb your rest time which should have started earlier. But because you came, I had to hear my story here first. So I'd better go home because it's getting late."
Of course, Erick couldn't hold back the woman just because he wanted to. Maybe they can talk about this at the next consultation session.
"You haven't come home yet? Are you usually not in the room at this time?" Erick's reverie, which had remained at his table since Lian left there a few moments ago, was broken when the uninvited guest in his room returned to disturb him as usual. Who else? General doctors who should have a lot of work but for some reason seem to be more unemployed in Erick's eyes. Ah, maybe it was because Erick saw him when Nathan was just in his room—his automatic job was just to talk to him rambling here and there, tell him about his problems, disturb his rest, and then leave. "You? Why even come here? Even though you know I'm usually not around at this time." The man Erick was talking to took a deep breath, choosing to sit on the guest sofa in the room instead of on the patient sofa in front of Erick as usual. "Arga is throwing a tantrum again." “What else this time... Why do you think your problem is like that of a teenager? You don't realize how old you are—" “He asked me to tell my parent
Nathan realized that he was stupid, very stupid in fact. Chasing someone whose face Nathan couldn't even see clearly, only remembering the color and how dressed the woman Erick was referring to was when he passed her in front of his friend's office door.But from what Erick said—Nathan felt he had hope, from what Erick said, Nathan felt that he too could and deserved happiness in his life which had been full of demands. And if the woman Erick was referring to really wanted to work with him, Nathan was sure—very sure that they could be happy with their respective paths and choices.Ah, right. The reason Nathan chased the woman Erick was talking about was to ask for her help. Exactly like what Nathan said to Erick in their conversation earlier."Unlucky. She must have come home a long time ago, right?" Nathan muttered mixed with his breath after running like a madman from Erick's room to the lobby. His eyes were still wild, trying to find a familiar figure, but to no avail, there was no
Hopeless?Only a few seconds later, Nathan's enthusiasm was completely eroded. The smile on the man's lips suddenly appeared. No, despair was never in his dictionary. Either before, or today. He should remember that.In an instant, Nathan's enthusiasm burned again. Erick's rejection and insults should not have made him give up there. Because see? There's always a way to Rome, isn't there? New ways always grow behind the death of old ones. There is always a way out that can be made, behind a dead end.Yes, that's roughly how optimistic Nathan is at the moment. After catching something in his eyes that now looked so bright and promising.Why? Guess what Nathan saw? The answers to his questions over the past few days were recorded there quite clearly. And Nathan will know the answer he is looking for without even needing to press his friend again. He should have thought about that for a long time, but oh well, the rice has become porridge, and eating porridg
“Do-doc? What is it? Wh-why are you—”Liana was confused. She didn't understand why her psychiatrist suddenly acted outside of how the man usually appeared in Liana's eyes. The Erick that Liana knew was calm, modest, gentle, good at self-control, and so on, now looks very... bar-bar? Ah, how can Lian explain it?"Sorry, Lian. Excuse me. I'm sorry, but I had to save you from—no, I mean forget what I just said but the point is that what I did just now was for your good.”Lian clearly didn't understand what her psychiatrist meant. So what? Saved from what? And what does Erick mean—he's doing it for Liana's good? But, even if pressed or asked, Erick wouldn't say it, this could be seen from his movements as he immediately sat down in his work chair, a sign that their conversation had ended there.However, the woman who was still standing in her place grimaced at the confused expression shown by her psychiatrist, until she said something that Lian had never said to Erick during their consul
"Hatchiii..." Lian rubbed his nose which suddenly felt itchy.The woman was still in the office elevator just about to go home with all her equipment piled up in her hands. He was in a closed elevator, with several people around him, plus the sudden sound of sneezing amidst the silence. Of course, the awkward situation that had already filled the elevator when she decided to go down with the other employees, became even worse when Lian uncontrollably let out a sneeze."Ms. Lian are you okay?" asked one of the employees, whom Lian remembered was in the marketing department.As one of the leaders of the company, Lian of course must remain authoritative even though she is a woman. Let alone her absurd or strange nature, only the closest and most trusted people can see what her true temperament is like. Because being a leader, who is also a woman—without anyone backing her up, clearly has to be strong, really strong so that there is no room for anyone else to bring her down."It doesn't m
Truly...What should Katrin do with her best friend? Is this the company leader who is said to be firm, intelligent, and authoritative? Is this the person? A woman with a level of stupidity—no, let's not call Liana stupid, because e her academic achievements recorded in the form of certificates or trophies have piled up in the woman's house.Lian is just too innocent, his best friend is just too unique until what gets caught in her head, even though the person's meaning may not be what Lian interprets, that's what Lian believes. Poor thing, Lian is like that when it comes to personal matters, both past and present. In her mid-30s, Lian is still the same as when the woman was in her 20s or even teens.“Li, you didn't think about it at all? What was the trigger that made your psychiatrist suddenly pull you into his room? He can't possibly say all that to you just because of something you think he likes, right?"The woman in front of her suddenly fell silent, only the blink of her eyes m
As soon as he entered the café, Nathan immediately turned his head here and there. The goal? Of course to find the figure he is looking for. Liana, Nathan finally knew the woman's name after Erick first mentioned it. Nathan didn't hear it very clearly because Erick was just mumbling. It was only yesterday that Nathan finally heard the woman's name clearly from Erick's mouth—after various things had happened, and certainly after things that Nathan ultimately needed to discuss with Erick."WELCOME. Please order here."Nathan smiled faintly, welcoming the friendly greeting of the café employee who was standing by behind the counter. For a moment, Nathan had to put aside his goal of looking, because, of course, he couldn't just be there to look, but also had to buy if he didn't want to embarrass himself."Just one ice Americano, please."The employee in front of him repeated Nathan's order and then asked if there was anything else Nathan needed. Nathan shook his head and put on a faint sm
"Ah, sorry to interrupt your conversation."Nathan suddenly seemed to realize that he shouldn't have been in such a hurry that the person he was talking to was reluctant to talk to him. And that could be seen from the way both Liana and Katrin were looking at him right now.“Sorry, but... Sir, who are you? Why do you want to talk to me?"Katrin, who had originally directed her gaze at Nathan, now turned to Liana, with one eyebrow raised. "Oh, you don't know him? But earlier he said..." Katrin's words trailed off and then turned back to Nathan, who immediately flinched, understanding that he had to explain his position to Liana at this time."I'm Nathan, Nathan Mahardika—a friend and fellow doctor from Erick.""I thought you and Liana had known each other before, did you know she just introduced herself to you today?" Katrin's interrogation, she is starting to feel wary of Nathan's presence, which she thinks is strange.How could it not be, if Liana didn't know who this person was befo