Overcoming Problem: A Short Prose


Summary: A psychologist tried to overcome her own problem but failed because she could not do her job right, but end up well for letting it go.


I do love my job. Being a psychologist is a privilege for me, it is how I treat my relatives by giving honest advice to help or by listening to their problem or happiness. Every day, most of my times are spent in the hospital, it is like my second home, in which I meet and share with my relatives. Yes, I called them my relatives, not patients. They are no ordinary patients; they are a special person with their extraordinary experiences. I learn many things whenever I hear their stories, I cannot get by money. I am so grateful.

Waking up with positive mind is the best way to start your day. Having morning-conversation in the dining room is the perfect sight before going to work. Well, that is the fuel of my spirit.
I drive my car and ready to go to my second home. And of course, I cannot wait to see my relatives and him.

“Morning Ms. Smith,” Ed says.

That is the best morning greeting that I get every day from Ed; he is working at the same hospital with me. He is always accompanying me whenever I need him. Ed has a special place in my heart, but I cannot keep this feeling because I know, he only considers me as his colleague. Having him as my partner at work is truly enough.

“There are many patients are waiting for you, Ms. Nicole! So enjoy your day” he says, while gives me a-high-five.

“Yeah! You too, see you at lunch” I reply.

Day by day I spend my time as I used to. But then, this morning is different. That morning-happiness at my home are not showing. I hate being at home like this.

“Nicole, are you going to work today?” ask Jane.

Jane is my sister; she is 15-year-old and homeschooling. My parents spoil her so much, but she is independent. She knows what is good and what is bad. I do love her and so does she.

“Hm… I’m not sure, why?”

“Have lunch with me, will you? I wanna talk.”

“Yes, I’ll.”

“Okay, see you at lunch. I’ll continue my homework first.” She says, as she walks to her room.

I bring some snacks to Jane’s room. When I look at her, I know something bad is happening and she knows something. This is not the Jane I know; there must be something.

“Hey, why are you looking so sad? Are you okay? Just tell me.” I ask, curiously.

“I don’t know where to start, but it is from last night.” Jane sighs.

“So, what was going on?”

“I accidentally saw mom and dad argued; they are shouting and yelling each other. And I heard… they want to split up. I don’t know they really want do that or not, but I’m not ready for that.” Jane explained as the tears fall from her eyes.

“Calm down, honey. I do feel the same. Something unusual happens here. I have to meet mom before anything worse happens. Don’t think too much, everything will be okay.” I say, and then hug her.

Because I don’t know how to solve my own problem, I cannot focus on my job. I cannot be a good psychologist. I get a warning from my boss. Well, this problem kills me softly. I cannot handle myself. Luckily, I have Ed… as a friend.

“Is everything okay?” ask Ed.

“Do I look troubled? Haha I’m okay.” I say.

“No, you’re not. You can’t focus at work lately. I will help you if you have any problem, I swear. Share it with me; I cannot let you down like this. I’m worried about you.” Ed says as he holds my hands.

“That’s sweet of you, but let me solve this problem by myself. If I need your help, I will tell you. Don’t be worry, Ed.”

“Whenever you need me, just call me. I’m ready for you 24 hours.”

“I can’t thank you enough. Your support means a lot to me.”

The moon shines brightly, but dark atmosphere still lingers in my house. Mom and dad are in the living room; mom is watching television, while dad is looking at his camera. This is hard for me, but I have to. I have to change this situation.

“Mom, dad, can I say something?” I ask.

“Yeah, come in!” she says. Dad also comes closer to us.

“Mom, Dad, I miss the way we used to be. Do you remember our family time? Gathering at dining room, having good chat, sharing anything that happened on that day, and many more. Remember? I need them. I really need that quality time.” I cannot stand it so I run into my room.

“Nicole! Nicole!” mom yells.

“Let her alone, we cannot force her to understand our problem. It depends on us. Now what do you want?” dad asks to mom.

I know this is the hardest part. Everything happens for a reason, and I know it is the best I can afford. I have to be ready for everything that will happen tomorrow.

The next morning…

“Darling, go down! Your breakfast is ready!” Mom yells.

“Morning, Jane. Had a good night?” dad asks.

“Hoam.. Don’t ask me over and over again, dad. I still feel sleepy.” Jane answers.

“Morning, Darling. Your work-suits is good on you, here is your sandwich.” Mom gives her sandwich.

“Honey, tomorrow I will go to Texas to take some shots. Would you like to accompany me?” dad asks to mom.

“I’d love to, honey.” She says, “How about Nicole and Jane? We cannot leave them alone.” Mom asks dad.

“You two are…? This surprises me. My Morning-happiness is coming back!” I say with a big smile.

Yeah, my happiness is coming back. The ups and downs make me stronger. Whenever something bad happens, I believe that good things will come, and being patient will make it all better.


Thanks to Vera Citra Utami, Maulia Sefriani, Nadira Natasya, Ananda Fitriana Rizky, Ananda Ayu Meidiana, Ghina Alifia Qonitah, and Nikko Kurnia Hermawan for proofreading, checking my grammar, and being my best supporters for this work.
Also Depapepe for the amazing instrumental.


Epps, Benjamin (Dir.) 2013. Family Weekend. United States of America. Uppercut Pictures.

Word Count: 991

Link for dramatization.

One thought on “Overcoming Problem: A Short Prose

  1. 180410120084/B

    I am so enjoying read your short story but in some parts I can not understand what exactly do you want to tell. In the beginning, I thought that you want to write about Nicole’s love story with Ed because you write about how Nicole keep her feeling for Ed and I think it will be great if you write more about Nicole’s love life. When you talk about the psychologist, it remains me with my dream when I was 12 years old. I want to be a psychologist that time because I want to understand people and solve their problems with my advices but after read this I realized that being a psychologist is not easy at all, and I do love this story two thumbs up for you!


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