
At the Wira residence, it appeared that Bu Rina and the servants were busy preparing dinner. While waiting, Dara relaxed in the family room while watching the news broadcast on television. The news of Michelia's arrest became the trending topic of all news pages, whether it was across television channels, social media and newspapers.
On the large 55-inch screen, showing a broadcast of Michelia's capture yesterday afternoon, the shabby woman was led into a police car with both hands cuffed. The handsome figure of her husband was also caught on camera, but Dara's focus shifted towards the right hand of Wira who looked bloody when the camera shot him from a close range. He gasped, put down the remote he was holding and stepped quickly into the study.
Dara headed straight there in a hurry. The hero turned to the door when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching with the sound of his wife calling him.
"Mas... Mas Hero...."
The hero put back the file that was being removed from his briefcase to coincide with his wife who immediately entered and approached him. Dara touched her soft palms on the side of Wira's face and looked at her anxiously.
"Yesterday, when the incident happened..When Mas's hand was injured and bleeding, did the scary taste come again? I forgot about it because I was too shocked and panicked" she said. Saddened by the anxiety that is deep within.
Wira pensively for a moment, he also looked surprised as his gaze was fixed on his right hand wrapped in bandages and his memory returned to yesterday afternoon.
"Wait. yesterday when the blood came out of my hand, I felt fine. I can even bandage my own wounds." The hero also still seemed confused when explaining it.
Usually, if you want to do activities related to the red liquid object, he will make a video call for a moment with Dara to strengthen himself, but yesterday afternoon he was able to handle it himself calmly without remembering the ugly shadow in his mind.
"So yesterday, the anxiety disorder didn't come again?" ask Dara curiously.
"really?" Dara's beautiful glittering eyeballs rolled in, accompanied by a smile rising on her beautiful face with the corner of her eyes that began to glaze over. She stood on her tiptoes, peeked at the handsome face of her husband and wrapped her arms around his sturdy body.
"Thank God, may the bad shadow not come again and Mas really recover as before" his sigh was full of relief.
The hero blinked his eyes as if in disbelief, his left arm returning his wife's embrace still with a gaze fixed towards his injured right hand.
"Hopefully, dear, may I truly be free from all those bad shadows" he murmured gratefully with all sorts of outbursts of happiness implied by his tone.
For a moment they were still in the position of hugging each other, then Dara broke her embrace and asked again. "What about the rain, does Mas still feel excessive anxiety when driving when it rains?"
"For that I don't know for sure. If it rains I still do according to the advice of a psychiatrist, preferring to stop and pull over until it subsides, or call Mr. Jono to come and replace me driving. Could it be that I have to figure it out myself, trying to drive through the rain?" Wira said excitedly with hope growing.
"Mas sure you want to do it?" Dara asked to be sure.
"I have to make sure. If it rains, I'll give it a try" he said with determination.
"I believe Mas can definitely fight all those bad shadows." Dara encourages sincerity so that her husband is more confident and confident.