(Kayshila)
Doctor Silva just hugged me warmly. Calms me down.
"You've changed a lot, Kay. Feel happiness and joy," she said with a smile. My eyes glaze over.
"Can I come here if I want to chat?"
"Sure, Kay. Anytime."
Doctor Silva escorted us to the outside door. The appearance is neat but looks relaxed. Not like a doctor in general. Maybe because Doctor Silva is a psychiatrist. On the way, Ishan and I didn't utter a word. Ishan's gaze was straight ahead. He was too focused on the street. For some reason, our silence makes me sleepy. As I started to close my eyes, Ishan spoke.
"Citra," call him.
"Hmmm." I just mumbled.
"From now on, can you be honest with me?"
"About what?"
"Everything. There's nothing to hide."
"I have nothing to hide. Did you hear everything?"
"Yes."
"Was there a problem after you heard my confession?"
"There is."
"What's that?"
(Kayshila) During the day, police station, I thought the police station would be as quiet as I thought it would be. It turned out to be very busy here. I came to the police station accompanied by Mr. Anton, the lawyer for the Ishan company. He is very friendly. On my trip with him, I was told some of the possibilities that Meira and Edric would face. That, too, depends on me. It depends on the information I convey later. I followed a cop in a polo shirt draping his ID around a room. Well, this room is cold. There were only three tables inside. Neatly arranged, and there is a rather large aquarium at the end. Two scribbled whiteboards. The polo shirt cop told me to sit in a single soft chair. It was seven o'clock in the evening, and there were only three of us. "How are you, Miss Kayshila?" friendly greeting. His gaze was serious. Occasionally look at me carefully. "I'm better than yesterday, Sir." "I'm R
(Kayshila)When I put my bag on the desk, Lashira came up to me."You're wanted in the group.""Oh yes?" I opened my bag and reached for my cell phone, which was in my bag. Then carefully unlocked my phone. It turns out that there will be an urgent meeting in my division group that is very urgent. I hurriedly grabbed the little book I always carried to appointments and ran towards the big meeting room. Everyone had gathered, including Mrs Sarah, who was sitting pretty next to the other team."Well then, our Senior Project Manager has arrived." said one of the team, a thin and slightly pale man."We're just waitin
(Davendra)Since Citra decided to go to Manila these few days, she has been busy. Working overtime to prepare preparations at the Manila branch office. But tonight, when I came home and opened the door to her apartment, an unusual sight caught me off guard. I stood still standing near the door. The whole apartment was a mess. Her belongings are scattered."Ishan. You coming home?" greeting her."What is this?" I looked around the whole apartment."Mr. Dewa called me saying I have to get ready. Tickets are booked.""You're leaving soon?" I asked."Yes. Day after tomorrow," she answered happily.I am quiet. I took off my blazer and walked into her messy room. I sat looking at some of the things in her room. In fact, I haven't given her my answer yet, whether I allow it or not. I'm her fiancé.I can see Citra busy with her things from the room."What will you bring?" I half-shouted.
(Kayshila)I looked at my watch many times and even looked at my phone screen where there were no notifications. There are no incoming calls."Davendra, where are you?" asked Mama Ishan calling her son in a whisper even in front of me. I can still hear his voice clearly. "Oh, I see... so you can't take Citra?" Mama Ishan looks disappointed. She immediately turned off his phone and looked at me."Daven said he was busy. He also said that many have delivered." Mama Ishan looked down languidly. I smiled at her, indicating that everything was fine."It's okay, Auntie. It's busy. Yesterday you told me." I gave an explanation. Lie. Rangga and Cath looked at me with strange looks. They knew that Ishan and I had a fight because
(Kayshila) That day I decided something I've done over and over and always failed. I want to take my life. I don't know how many times I decided to commit suicide, and I certainly looked at the small knife I took from the kitchen just now. A few scratches on my wrist, right in the path of my veins that look thin protruding. I can't count how many light streaks there are because the wound always heals quickly every time I commit suicide. My hope this time is, hope I succeed in taking my own life. I chose to sit on the emergency stairs on the 5th floor in my apartment. I hope no one tries to open the emergency door. I counted in my head, and my right hand groaned while holding the knife, ready to cut my left hand. The small knife had cut exactly the vein in my left hand. Blood immediately gushed out. I
(Kayshila) I opened my eyes slowly. My ears caught the melodious strains of Eric Nam's voice. It was there that I began to realize that I was still alive. The Korean song sings beautifully in my ears. I know who was beside me at that time. Catherine. A young woman of Australian nationality and is pregnant. She is crazy about K-Pop and Korean dramas. Two months ago, I accompanied her to a BTS concert when she was seven months pregnant. Catherine married my big bro, Rangga. He's a busy banker. Cath chose to live in Indonesia with me even though we were in different apartment towers. I sighed and tried to sit up. But unfortunately, my head and stomach hurt so bad. I took off my shirt, and there was a thick bandage covering part of my stomach. Painful and sore. Then, my eyes fell on my
(Kayshila) Today is the fifth day after I was discharged from the hospital. I stayed at Rangga's apartment for these five days because he forbade me to live alone in my apartment. He was worried that I would do something weird again. Suicide is the biggest reason. And today is the day when I, Rangga, and Cath will buy baby equipment. My wrist doesn't hurt that much, even though it's still bandaged. While the gunshot wound also looks fine because the wound is in the stomach. The skin of the abdomen is thick. The pain is still felt, and the stitches seem to be pulling all over the skin area. "I just got the info, already know who paid your hospital bills." blurted Rangga told while looking at his cellphone screen. "Who?" Me and Cath asked t
(Kayshila) Again. I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the ceiling in a not-so-big room. The room is not too bright. Only one light is on. Dimly impressed. I rubbed my eyes, is it my eyes or is it the lighting of the room like this? Maybe because I was tired or too shocked to face the reality that happened, a few minutes ago. Uh? Wait? What happened to me?! I rose from my lie on the sofa which is not too soft. Look here and there. "Are you awake?" asked the man next to me. He sat right next to my head. He is Laksana Davendra Ishan. I was beyond shocked. I automatically looked back at him, but my breath hitched, my stomach hurt. Yes. This is what happens when I move too much and twist my stitches. I held my stomach.&nb