'What's wrong with me?'

Hendra was looking for his terrible fear. He was actually just fine. His heart didn't rustle at all. ​​

Little Hendra had experienced this kind of trial hundreds of times, from seeing pictures on the screen to live trials like now, before he was ready to go back to school at that time.

And after being able to get through it, he still tried to avoid a similar incident.

He needed a reason why he couldn't see Aruna. Just seeing her in the room in a deep sleep had created a terrible stir in his heart.

Why was he just fine now? Wasn't Tania also a woman and she was also lying on the bed?

'Why were the results different?'

Unconsciously, the man spent 15 minutes observing.

"It's done, you get out now." Hendra asked, feeling that he has had enough.

Tania got up in surprise.

"What do you mean?" There was a disappointed expression and anger on the woman's face.

"Well, I've received enough of your help." (Now I need a break)

"Hendra!! Don't you realise you've insulted me?" Tania was offended.

"Whatever. If you don't want to get out of my room, I'll come out."

Hendra, this man was too naive. He really stepped towards the door.

"You've looked at my body, but didn't touch me." The girl ran to hug Hendra's back.

"What do you mean?!" There was an outburst of anger. Hendra's reflex let go and threw Tania's hand.

Tania's profusely tears flowed. Hendra's refusal this time really destroyed her pride. The hope she had built up over the years turned into an insult.

She was too strong to receive his bad behaviour.

But, why was tonight so different? Was it because dreams beyond expectations have burst into her chest?

The woman fell to the floor, sitting helplessly with tears in her eyes.

Hendra was still standing in the doorway. If it was someone else, he would've left right away.

Unlike others, Tania, that woman had helped him a lot.

"Get up, I'll take you home." Once again, Hendra's request couldn't be refused.

***

"O..oh, I'm surprised."

The middle-aged woman entered her workspace. With hair colour mixed with black and white, she remained graceful and charming.

"It turns out that my little master still needs this old woman, I'm really honoured."

Doctor Diana approached Hendra who volunteered to lie down on the specialist's consulting chair with the title Sp. KJ.

Hendra glanced at her, tapping his fingers on the soft chair handle right in the middle of the room.

"Don't threaten... This old woman should be the one who is angry," Diana clearly remembered her little master's behaviour had not changed much.

After all these years, he appeared with the same case.

"You have taken the medicine that I gave?!"

Without an answer, Diana seemed to have caught the phrase 'not yet' from Hendra's expression.

The woman smiled, shaking her head.

"Too bad... Even though the drug makes it easy for you to rest."

Hendra knew Diana's habits. She liked to lecture him before counselling sessions.

Finally, she sat down in her chair, near where Hendra laid down.

"Now, may I know? How did you get moved until here?" Diana softly asked.

"Why do I only react to a certain woman?" Hendra's statement was limiting her.

"What kind of reaction?" Diana repiled, asking.

"Yes... I'm afraid to see her lying on the bed. Only her, but not the others." Hendra's explanation couldn't be overt.

"Only her?" Diana repeated Hendra's phrase.

"Not the others?" The doctor guessed.

"Hahh, I'm disappointed you are still the same."

'This man is still doing his own test.' Diana thought.

Hendra understood Dr Diana's words. The past mischief he was now committing.

"You can carry out the observation with us, don't you know that there will be more problems?" Dr Diana was disappointed.

Her patient's habit hadn't changed from his childhood until now, trying to find a solution himself but with no skills.

"Well, it's useless if you're disappointed." Hendra's response was flat.

"Okay... May I know who you call 'only her' who makes you worry? Dr Diana dug up information.

"I don't want to go that far." Hendra objected to revealing Aruna's identity.

Dr Diana smiled, reassuring Hendra. Everything the patient said will be safe in her office.

Unfortunately, the psychologist's interlocutor ignored what the doctor said.

"Do you have feelings for 'her', Hendra?" Dr Diana was still trying to dig up more detailed information.

Hendra shook his head.

'Ah my question is wrong.'

Diana too equated her little master with other patients. That was a big mistake. It took a different strategy just to get information from the Wenceslas's heir.

"What about the blush on your face? Have you ever felt hot or flushed when you get certain behaviours from 'her'?" Again, Hendra was silent.

The man looked at himself.

Dr Diana found a little gap that led to a certain phrase. It just took a few more confirmations.

"I think you talk a lot more when you're with her." Dr Diana still hadn't given up.

Hendra found no answer.

"Feeling good to be around 'her', that's normal, it doesn't matter." Dr Diana used her strategy.

'Happy to be around Aruna? Ah it's impossible. She's troublesome.' Hendra thought.

There was a small smile on Hendra's face when the man remembered Aruna.

"Your heart pulses so fast when looking at her is very natural." Dr Diana's whisper made Hendra excited.

His pupils widened.

"Okay, our session is over."

'I've found the answer.'

The pupils wouldn't lie. No one was even unable to control the pupils' reflex movements.

When men were attracted to something, or someone of the opposite gender that got their attention, their pupils would automatically dilate. Those were the results of research conducted by psychologist Eckhard Hess.

Dr Diana wrote a prescription for medicine. The woman occasionally looked at her patient who was now growing up.

"I have two prescription drugs, one of which will help you rest well. No problem if you throw it away, I'm sure the CEO was as busy as you do not need sleep." Diana uttered a special quirky sarcasm for the Wenceslas Group's young CEO.

Another recipe was the writing on Post-it (sticky note) in yellow.

*Be honest with yourself, so that I can more easily help you.

Hendra left Diana's practise room. Even though he didn't say much, Diana was grateful that her little master was still able to speak.

The middle-aged woman opened a gap between the doors, staring at the back of the man who always looked like a 6-year-old boy in her eyes.

"You are naughty!"

Dr Diana complained, seeing Hendra stop for a moment near the trash can.

The psychologist thought the patient would throw out prescription drugs. Somehow, it turned out that he squeezed the sticky note and then threw it into the trash.