Good Days

The next day, in a blue painted room. Ken sat across from Psychologist Michelle. Tells all the things that happened recently in his life. Crying, asking for advice, begging for help. It hurts so bad to feel all of this.

Imperceptibly, after the two-hour session, Ken's heart was much calmer. The feeling is much better. Thanks to Kina, for bringing him to this place. Ken now knew what he had to do. With his savings, he started looking for a boarding house, for a temporary place to live. He wants to fix himself. He wants to seriously draw closer to God. He wants to start praying five times a day. Until the time comes, he can return to Umi, Abi, and Sena.

Two weeks passed. The dozens of sessions he had spent with the Psychologist, the hundreds of hours he had used to recite the Koran and pray, it seemed that he had improved quite a bit. Although not fully recovered. But he was quite ready to return to Umi and Abi. Also, if they still do not want to accept Ken, that's okay. After Friday prayers. Ken knocked the door and saying Salam. "Assalamualaikum." Not long after, the door opened, "Waalaikumsalam." Umi and Abi's faces immediately greeted him.

Days passed. Allah, who is the Turner of human hearts, did that to Umi and Abi. Ken's arrival was welcomed by them. Ken was hugged tightly while crying on Umi's shoulder. And when he looked up, there was Sena watching his return, smiling with happy tears.