NEED A PSYCHOLOGIST?

"Eat."

Glara's forehead furrowed upon hearing Bhuvi's sudden invitation to eat. "You haven't been focused on the concept discussion from the beginning. I think it's because you're suppressing your hunger."

Glara grimaced in embarrassment; she was indeed hungry, having not eaten anything since noon. Earlier, Glara had intended to order zuppa soup for herself and Gama, but everything went awry with Damian's arrival, ruining her mood.

"Eat first, Glara. You can get sick if you often ignore your meal times. Go ahead, let Grandpa take care of Gama here," Louis instructed his only granddaughter to accept Bhuvi's invitation.

Finally, Glara nodded, following Louis's orders. She grabbed her phone and walked following Bhuvi's brisk steps. In no time, Glara and Bhuvi arrived at the hospital cafeteria. They scanned the room, looking for an empty seat. "Over there," they both said simultaneously, pointing to an empty table in the corner of the room.

Glara and Bhuvi nodded and walked towards the table they had chosen earlier. Once there, a waiter came and handed them the menu book. Glara and Bhuvi read the menu options and, after making their choices, conveyed them to the waiter.

After the waiter noted down their order, they returned to their positions. Glara and Bhuvi, now seated at their chosen table, remained silent. No one initiated a conversation. Glara was busy scrolling through her social media accounts, while Bhuvi was engrossed in unfinished office work.

Actually, Glara was intentionally scrolling through social media to distract herself. She was curious about the man sitting in front of her. Glara felt familiar with his face and body, but she didn't have the courage to ask.

Until a voice interrupted her thoughts. "Is he still bothering you?"

"Him?" Glara asked, putting her phone away, and so did Bhuvi.

"The man you met at the restaurant the other day."

Glara suddenly remembered the events a few days ago, where she met Damian and Martha, along with the insults from her ex-husband. "You're that man?" Glara asked, recalling the man who saved her from Damian's slap.

Bhuvi nodded briefly. "So?"

"He came this morning."

"That's why Gama had a relapse?" Bhuvi guessed, and Glara looked up, her brown eyes meeting Bhuvi's gray ones.

The woman nodded and said, "I'm not sure what Damian did to Gama before to make him so scared. I'm waiting for the right time to ask Gama what he's been through."

Bhuvi nodded shortly. Their food order arrived. Both of them quietly ate, only the clinking of utensils against plates breaking the silence. After finishing, Glara and Bhuvi immediately returned to Gama's room. However, from the doorway, Glara overheard a conversation inside the son's room.

"What's wrong?" Glara asked, approaching her son's bed.

Louis and Gama's personal doctor looked at her. Louis rubbed Glara's shoulder, and both of their faces looked tense and unfriendly. "What's wrong, Grandpa?"

"Earlier, Gama was delirious. He seems frightened and in pain." Glara squinted in disbelief, her brown eyes shifting to her son, now sleeping with tear stains on his cheeks.

"We're concerned about his mental condition, ma'am," the doctor added, wearing a worried expression.

Glara's shoulders weakened further; she felt truly powerless when it came to Gama. "What should we do?" Glara asked after gathering all her strength.

"We need to contact a psychologist and examine in more detail the reasons and causes. So we can determine the right treatment," the doctor explained.

"When can the psychologist come here?" Glara hurriedly asked.

The doctor sighed heavily; his face showed a sense of guilt. "I apologize, ma'am. The psychiatrist at our facility won't be available for the next two weeks."

Glara closed her eyes upon hearing the doctor's explanation. "I'll try to contact some other psychologists. Hopefully, Gama can meet with them soon."

After bidding farewell to Glara and the others, the doctor and several nurses left Gama's room. Glara walked to the chair next to Gama's bed, gripping Gama's fingers tightly as she held back her tears.

"This is my fault, Glara, Grandpa. This is all my fault!" Glara said with a hoarse voice.

Louis could only remain silent, one hand rubbing Glara's back and the top of her head. "From the beginning, Glara should have listened to Grandpa's advice. And Glara shouldn't have left Gama alone with that bastard!"

Glara bowed her head; she cried silently, only her trembling shoulders revealed her distress. Glara bit her lower lip to suppress her sobs, not wanting to disturb Gama's sleep.

"I have an acquaintance who is a good psychologist in this city. If you don't mind, I'll try to contact them," Bhuvi broke the silence in Gama's hospital room.

Glara and Louis looked at Bhuvi intently. "I'm sorry if I'm being presumptuous," Bhuvi said, bowing her head slightly.

Suddenly, an arm patted her shoulder, and she was stared at with an expression that couldn't be interpreted. Bhuvi's gray eyes shifted to Glara, who was also looking at her. "Bhuvi, sorry for the trouble," Louis said with his hand still resting firmly on Bhuvi's shoulder.

Glara stood up from her seat, the atmosphere that was previously quiet and emotional now became more tense. Bhuvi regretted her earlier words; she shouldn't have meddled so deeply in her colleague's affairs. "I'm sorry for being forward. Please disregard what I said earlier," Bhuvi said, bowing her body slightly.

Bhuvi stepped back, intending to leave Gama's room. However, her steps stopped when Glara called her.

"Bhuvi, wait!"