Love In The Dream Realm
Chapters. 55

The journey to the village next door is not easy. Apparently the rural road was quite uphill and there are sharp derivatives. The unfamiliar image of facing this kind of terrain was rather horrified.

Although the road has been paved but the number of twists and sharp derivatives make it have to be extra careful. As far as the eye can see there are still many large gardens. The distance between one house and another is not too close, because in this village every house has a large yard.

They also had to cross the suspension bridge and underneath it flowed a fairly swift river. Mr. Budi said it was a closer road that can be passed by the motorbike. If you ride the car the road is further because you have to turn the lane first.

After a ten-minute drive they arrived at the Ustadz Fahri treatment lodge. The cottage looks comfortable. The yard is quite large and many trees are shady. Although it was still early in the morning, there were already some people who were seen already queuing in front of the treatment cottage.

After parking his motorbike, Citra and the others walked into the treatment cottage. They were already greeted with a middle-aged man in a friendly manner.

"Assalamu'alaikum, sir!" said Mr. Budi who led our way in front.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," the man replied welcoming Mr. Budi's arrival and reached out to shake hands. He also shook Bima's hand, then clenched his palms in front of his chest to greet Citra and her mother.

The image replies by doing the same.

"Let's go in, sir, ma'am. Want to take medication or visit?" ask the father.

"We want treatment, sir. This mother is sick!" answered Pak Budi while pointing towards the Citra.

"Oh yes, sorry to have to wait in line first, ma'am. While waiting can sit on a long bench located in front and next to the treatment room, sir, ma'am."

"Okay, sir thank you!" said Mr. Budi then they all approached the waiting room that was still empty.

The image circulates its view to surround the entire spacious cottage grounds. Next to this cottage was a separate house. There are some doors there. The yard is also very spacious there are several flower gardens and ponds.

From the outside, we hear the chants of verses in the Qur'an voiced by a man who is probably ustadz Fahri who is meruqyah his patient.

While outside the queue there was a child who continued to cry in his mother's arms. The image felt sorry to see the mother who looked exhausted. While the child is very fussy in his mother's arms thrashing it is not clear what he wants.

"What's the pain, Ma'am?" ask the mother.

"Fever, Mom. I checked with the midwife but the heat hasn't come down yet. Sometimes he just keeps cranky like fear and just keeps crying!" said the mother.

Bima immediately turned to look at the child who continued to cry.

"Pity the boy, Bim!" image comments that caught bima when looking attached to the child.

"Come there!" bima said taking Citra to go near the park.

"Bun, image it first, huh?" pamitnya to mama. Mother also nodded.

It's kind of boring waiting for a queue like that. More people were waiting and the atmosphere was noisy.

Bima stood by the fish pond. The image then sits down on the bench next to it.

"When I was a kid, I was like that too. That's why my mother has a hard time keeping her young children alone," said Bima.

"How old are you with your sister?" ask Citra.

"We're two years apart and Mama says I wake up around dawn at the same time every night. Crying without tears," said Bima began to tell a story.

"Hearing my unrelenting cries in the end my brother will wake up and cry. My mother was confused to face both of us. My father doesn't want to know and just sleep. And so on, and the older I get, the more weird things I go through."

"When I started school, I grew up to be a more sensitive child with invisible things. My friends think I'm weird. They say I lied I was a terrible kid until they didn't want to play with me for fear that when I played with me there must be something I said about an invisible figure that made them scared."

"The woman who followed you back in the room, she was my first ghost friend I knew while living in your house. She kept following, she also asked me for help in finding the man who impregnated her to move her fetal grave next to her tomb but I had trouble finding that man."

"I tried for a long time but I did not find the man. And, when you first came to my boarding house back then, he said that you knew who that man was. He said I had to follow you so I could meet that man."

"When you came to the hospital I followed you. I heard what you said to Andra's father about your dream of seeing the past from Andra's father. I also heard when you told me that Andra's father buried the baby properly beside her mother's grave."

"I started monitoring Andra's papa. I saw that he had trouble finding the woman's grave. The next day I met Andra's father and told him where the woman's grave was."

"So so? Thank goodness!" citra said feel happy. It was only fitting that the woman did not appear again in her dream Citra. "Will the woman be able to return quietly and not bother Andra and her family again?"

"I don't know if I've ever seen him again since then. But, it was likely that the figure was only the qorin of that dead woman figure alone!" bima Sayung.

"Alhamdulillah then. I was no longer in a dream again. Let's hope everything goes well and hopefully Andra can get well soon after all that business is done!" please Image.

Bima nodded her head in agreement. He then glanced towards Citra who looked happy. "Do you like it?" ask Bima.

"Liking what do you mean? he and I are just friends!" replies Citra then turns her gaze the other way hiding her blushing cheeks.

"Partner, right?" call someone from the cottage terrace. The image immediately turned towards the source of the sound.

"Mom Nurma!" pekik Citra's.

"Even from before?" ask Bu Nurma.

"Yes, Mom. That's fine," Citra replied.

"Why not tell Mang Abdul to look, Mother?"

"Oh, um ...." Confused image to say what. Previously Citra did not know that this cottage was a nursery for the family of Nurma's mother because Citra did not carry a business card that Nurma gave at that time.

"In the meantime, you'll have to deliver the medicine to a patient who is gone, I'll be back here again!" said Nurma who is seen carrying a tray containing several cups that do not know what the contents are.

"Good, Mom!" reply Citra while smiling.

Bu Nurma walked towards the building next to the cottage that Citra saw earlier many doors. It turned out to be his patient's room.

I feel grateful because I feel like I am in the right place. He was sure that this was God's guidance for his mother's efforts. Because already twice he accidentally met again with Bu Nurma.

The door opened then several people came out of the treatment room. Then the man who said hello at the beginning ordered the mother who carried her child earlier to bring in. It was her son's turn to be diruqyah next.

"Cit, I'll go to the toilet first, yeah!" bima then left.

"Yes," replied Short Image.

Not long from a distance Citra saw Ms. Nurma out of a room while pushing a patient on a wheelchair.

Seeing that, Citra immediately stood up to confirm something.

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