Love In The Dream Realm
What Hallucinations?

When brought into the treatment room, the child was even more sober. He thrashed from the sling while pointing outwards.

Her tears flowed down both of her cheeks. The mother was overwhelmed to keep him from falling. While her husband followed from behind without being able to do anything.

"Step, Son. Let's just calm down, kid!" said the mother.

"Please sit down, Mom!" ustadz Fahri said that his mother would sit down.

"Well, Mr. Ustadz!" The mother immediately sat on the edge of the bed that was commonly used to examine patients.

"Since when's the fever, ma'am?" ask ustadz Fakhri.

"From two days ago, Mr. Ustadz! I took it to the midwife, but the heat did not go down after taking the medicine. He just keeps fussing," said the mother on the sidelines to calm her son.

"How old is he?" ask mr. ustadz.

"Two years, Mr. Ustadz!" answer father.

"Before what fever is consumed? did he drink ice?" ask mr. ustadz.

"No Mr. Ustadz, I didn't give him ice. Just drink milk and eat vegetable rice that I cook myself," said the mother.

"Before it gets hot to visit somewhere?"

"Em .. yesterday I just took a walk to the park, Mr. Ustadz."

"What time is he coming home?"

"Aheading maghrib, Ustadz!"

"Look, Mom. The little boy was still clean. Not contaminated with illegal things. It could be that he is sensitive to other dimensions such as jinn or angels. And, preferably when the magrib is not outside the house. Make sure when the magrib is already in the house. Close all doors and windows and also food with a serving hood. Wet clothes also do not put in the house because the genie likes to perch in damp places. If the child wetting as soon as possible replaced so as not to be a den of jinn. And it's best to read al-Baqarah's letter often to make your home feel comfortable."

"Well Mr. Ustad!" the mother replied obediently.

"Please get some water!" ustadz Fahri told his assistant.

His assistant held out a bottle of mineral water to ustadz Fahri. Then he poured a little into the cup. Pak ustad began to read the letter of Al-fatihah letter of An-nas, Alfalaq, Al-ikhlas and letter of Al-Baqarah verse 255 (Verse of Chairs) repeatedly on each letter. Then blow it into a cup filled with water.

"Please drink a little on her child with a spoon, ma'am!" ustadz Fahri's order to drink the water that the prayer had read to his son.

Then the rest of the water in the cup is rubbed on the child in the head to the ears, under the armpits, chest, stomach, back, palms to the soles of his feet.

The child gradually calmed down after fatigue from crying.

"Sir, Ma'am, suppose one day his son again experienced something similar, read the short letters as before to the child can be three times or seven times. It can also be read as a sleep aid. Blow from the tubers then rub from head to feet to soften his heart!"

"Good, Ustadz. Thank you for the help. How much do we have to pay, Ustadz?" ask the father of the child.

"If you'd like to be able to fill the infaq box over there just like that, sir," said ustadz Fahri.

"Excuse me, Ustad. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Vaalaikumussalam. Allahumasyfi may be given healing by Allah" said Ustadz Fahri.

"Aamiin's."

An assistant escorted her out of the room and called her other patients.

While outside Citra began to be confused looking to every corner of the cottage for patients who stayed overnight to ensure that what he saw was not wrong.

Flashback.

The image stood up from his seat as he looked like someone he knew. It was like seeing Andra in a wheelchair driven by Nurma's mother.

Suddenly the phone shook. He saw on the phone screen there was an incoming call from his father. The image immediately lifted him up.

"Hello. Assalamu'alaikum, well," Citra replied.

"Waalaikumsalam, where have you not been all night?" ask dad.

"The night the car broke down well, we stayed at the people's house. This Mother is waiting in line for ruqyah" Citra replied.

"Well, do you need to pick me up?" ask dad Citra.

"Mas, please carry it first, Mas. I can't stand going to the bathroom!" the voice of Mila lirih.

"Oh, yes-yes ...."

Hearing that, Citra just sighed heavily. There was always something Mila did to divert Citra's father from turning to her.

"Hello, I'm sorry I can't seem to pick you up. You just order a taxi online. Be careful and go home quickly when you're done!" phone is turned off.

Huh, you're gonna pick up everything. Take care of your young wife! muttered Citra with annoyance.

The image keeps his phone back in his pants pocket. He turned back to the figure he had seen. However, there was no look of Andra or Bu Nurma anymore in that place.

The image immediately came to the terrace of the cottage he had seen there Andra who was sitting in a wheelchair. He spread his gaze all over the corner but there was no one.

"Where are they I'm sure I saw Miss Nurma with Andra. Why is it disappearing so quickly!" muttered Citra while crazily looking in all directions.

"Oh my God where Andra is, I'm sure that's the guy I just saw Andra!" muttered.

Suddenly Ms. Nurma was seen coming out of a room in the cottage. The image immediately approached the existence of bu Nurma.

"Mom, wait, Mom!" exclaim Citra while running small to come to Nurma's mother.

Ms. Nurma looked to look towards the source of the voice. "Partner, what's wrong?" ask Miss Nurma.

"Em, Ma'am, I saw you pushing a wheelchair on a man's seat. Where is that guy now?" ask Citra.

"Who?" Ms. Nurma seemed to think.

"It's Andra, isn't it, Mom?" ask Citra.

"Oh, who just now? that's not who it is.

Bu Nurma pointed from behind Citra.

The image immediately looks back to make sure that what it sees is really Andra. However, when he turned around, he had to be disappointed. For what he sees does not correspond to what he sees.

"You recognize that boy, Citra?" ask Miss Nurma.

"No, Ma. Not him ...," Citra said softly.

"Mom, Excuse me for Citra. Mom's husband sent a message to get mom into the action room!" said bu Nurma.

The image can only nod lethargic asserting this.

The image again peered into the slightly open door slit. But he did not find Andra.

Is that maybe my hallucination? image murmuring in the heart.

"What is your image here?" ask someone while patting Citra's shoulder from behind.

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