The Beauty Inside: Stealing The First Kiss, Get a Wife Chapter 47
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"Daddy will pick you up!" Lesmana's loud voice on the other end.
"No need, Dad.. actually, I'm with Hendra. And it seemed he got the same request from his grandfather." Aruna replied.
"Oh, really?" Lesmana was a little surprised by Aruna's confession.
"Okay, I will wait there. Take it easy, dad will accompany you, Aruna."
"Thank you, dad." Aruna closed her phone.
"Did your dad convey the same information??" Hendra asked.
"Em... I mean, my grandpa also asked me to meet him at the main house of my family (Wenceslas)." Hendra added.
Aruna slowly nod
ded.
These two human beings were in deep confusion.
One might think that this could be the end of the engagement and the agreed wedding vows.
While escorting Aruna to change clothes, Hendra frowned and held his temples several times.
Wiryo gave instructions that Hendra needed to cancel the press conference.
Hendra had a heated negotiation that he still had 108 minutes left until the absolute limit of the opportunity the old man gave.
On the other hand, the old man ended it casually with 'no problem, you don't need to.'
The provisions were unalterable.
Aruna came out wearing a dress, completely different. This girl has become very charming.
The long-sleeved midi dress that draped over her knees was as perfect as Aruna's friendly aura.
'Ah, she's only friendly and kind to other people but not to me.'
The girl was still busy looking for ways to slip her clothes into the Levis mini backpack.
Barely fits.
"Do you have a bag that I can use, Hendra?" Aruna asked.
"Just throw it away!" Hendra was distracted by the bag and sneakers, which were an eyesore.
Aruna looked away, showing disagreement and annoyance with Hendra.
"You! Look at me!! I don't like the way you are." Said Hedra angrily.
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The way she looked away when sulking made Hendra uncomfortable.
He felt really insulted because of Aruna's behavior this morning.
Hendra brought Aruna to the same room.
The room was lined with dressing table mirrors, a kind of backstage of the artists before the broadcast is on air.
"Put your things there. I'll ask someone to take them home." Hendra gave Aruna a sling bag.
It seemed familiar. There was a Chan*l label on it.
'This must be very expensive' Aruna flipped through her new bag, observing.
When Hendra took out her shoes and put them in front of Aruna's feet, the man went down on his knees and covered the new shoes that were prepared to match Aruna's dress.
"Not high heels, right...??" Aruna was worried.
"Yes." Hendra looked up.
He then got up right in front of Aruna's body.
Aruna was nervous as she was never this close to him except for a stupid incident at the mansion.
Not even as high as Hendra's chin.
"Behave according to the dress I gave you. Your fashion is too bad and makes my eyes hurt."
'If my prediction is correct, maybe this is the last dress I can give you.' Hendra thought.
'Still, his mouth is sharp, even after he made me cry all day long.' Aruna thought.
'Could it be that I will be married off earlier by that old grandfather?' Aruna shuddered herself, thinking.
If Hendra thought his engagement would end with Aruna, Aruna thought the opposite.
She thought Hendra would marry her earlier than she expected.
On the other hand, Aruna was taken to her future in-laws' house.
Pretty make-up and bought nice things. Indeed this was a sign that the marriage would be getting closer.
This innocent girl was unaware of her make-up, and all that adorned her was the first step to force her into a press conference.
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"Not many people realise how important it is to understand the soul conditions of the people around them. Mostly, humans demand that other humans behave like angels. And that's impossible."
"The result of this lack of understanding is that some people decide to commit suicide because they are no longer able to carry the burden of being artificial angels."
"And some in countries that adhere to religion choose to immerse themselves and hallucinate."
"Yes... Some run towards smart people because they feel disturbed by other creatures."
"There are also those who pray in strange places because they want something beyond their abilities. It could be that it is not because of the influence of creatures that are reportedly invisible. Still, rather their mental condition needs handling."
"The condition of the soul with the problem comes from various backgrounds. It could be that apart from the sufferer. The people are often not aware of it. They cringe with each other after the soul is injured, getting worse, and tends to end fatally."
"Just like post-traumatic disorder. A disorder characterized by failure to recover after experiencing or witnessing a terrible event."
"This condition can last for months or years, with triggers that can bring back traumatic memories accompanied by intense emotional and physical reactions."
"In general, there are two ways to deal with it, namely therapy and medicine. Healing from a traumatic event that sometimes occurs in an instant can require a long journey, the support of all parties, and a long time."
"Just like the patient, I will be returning to 22 years ago."
Diana, a senior doctor with the title Sp. KJ was currently filling a general lecture in front of undergraduate students in the field of psychiatry.
"We handled thoroughly 22 years ago with three main therapeutic methods, Trauma-focused cognitive behavioral therapy (TF-CBT) or evidence-based psychotherapy or counseling."
"The goal of TF-CBT is to provide psychoeducation for children and caregivers so as not to offend and help. They identify and deal with emotions, thoughts, and behaviors ."
"The second one is eye movement desensitization and reprocessing (EMDR), which is usually called eye reprocessing. We carry out experiments ranging from the simplest thing to see the images related to the trauma, to see firsthand a replica of the trauma that needs to be addressed."
"Here, our role is. As therapists, we help patients find ways to divert attention. For example, hand tapping and even other things that can have a calming effect."
"And therapy Prolonged exposure therapy (PE) or a modified form of behavior therapy and cognitive behavioral therapy that is designed into one. It is characterized by two main treatment procedures, namely imaginal and in vivo exposure."
"Imaginal (repeated) exposure 'deliberately' retells trauma memories. In vivo exposure, it gradually encounters situations, places, and things that remind trauma or that trigger a sense of danger (although objectively safe)."
"This comprehensive therapeutic procedure which led us to successfully make the little one (our patient) able to talk again."
Diana's explanation was greeted by boisterous applause from the students.
"There is one more treatment procedure that you must have studied in the treatment class, Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors (SSRIs). I just need to remind you that you as psychiatrists need to have a strong instinct in setting the right dose for patients."
"Instinct requires experience. Therefore, I offer you 2-3 people who are willing to join my team to re-handle the case I just told you."
Diana's offer gave rise and 'Wow' from the audience. Then, the seminar room began to get noisy with light discussion.
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