
As her husband began to close Lina's eyes looking for the small iron scissors she placed in the drawer. Then with a safety pin he put it on his clothes. After that, he could sleep peacefully.
The next day Lina tells Ros her dream. She also told me that her husband forbade putting the scissors on the clothes he was wearing, because according to her husband the danger.
Ros then advises Lina to pin the little scissors in an invisible place. Can be in the pocket of clothes can also be in the pocket of pants. It can even be attached to a bra strap.
Hearing Ros's words, he chose to pin the little scissors inside his pocket.
"What now, does it still look like?"
"No madam" replied Ros. After observing the pouch of his mistress that looks contained, but no one will know if it is a scissors.
"It's good then" said Lina.
From that day on, Lina always wore a baggy outfit to store the little scissors. Lina didn't want to argue with her husband about scissors.
The next day of therapy Lina was declared cured. That's why her husband was relieved. Lina kept the incident a secret about the little boy who was by the pool. Nor did he tell her his dream.
While heading home, they stop by a pertamina to refuel. Iseng Lina got out of the car and entered the convenience store that was there.
"Hiks..hiks..mom I want a ball..mom..."
Lina heard a crying voice behind the closet, as she saw a small child, who sat hugging her knees and crying, with her back to Lina.
"Where is the child's mother?" inner Lina. "Why can't his son cry in a corner alone."
Then he tried to rebuke the boy. When she approached her husband.
"Hey baby..What are you doing here?" asked Dion who was running around when he got back to his wife's car.
"It's.honey."
"He who?"
"No idea, she was crying."
Dion didn't see anyone there. He quickly pulled Lina's hand and took her out, without saying anything.
Arriving in the car turns out Lina is still thinking of the boy.
"Pity the boy, how could his mother leave him alone there" said Lina.
Dion just shut up and started the engine. In the middle of the journey Lina continued to babble about the child. But Dion did not respond to him a word.
"Darling...kok from now on just shut up?"
Dion did not rebuke Lina's reprimand, he drove his car calmly. But his mind was not calm. And since Dion did not answer a word Lina ended up silenced.
Arriving at Dion's house immediately pulled Lina's hand towards their room. He looked at his wife. "Say what's wrong?" lina asked, astonished at her husband's death.
"You see something in the corner of the supermarket?"
"Something? That crying little kid doesn't seem to steal" Lina said.
"You see that little boy over there? Do you know, there wasn't anyone there. And what did you say? Does the child cry if it is not wrong? Honey.he doesn't exist." said Dion.
"Tomorrow we go to therapy before it gets worse" Dion said
"Tonight you must go to sleep quickly, lest you be exhausted." persuaded Dion to his wife who still did not believe what her own husband said.
The next day, Lina was taken to therapy. This time with a different method. Lina was told to sit alone in the room and there was a two-way mirror there.
Lina was silent at first, not knowing what to do. It also seems safe. But after thirty minutes passed, Lina started acting strangely. He seemed to be standing slowly with his eyes fixed in a direction.
As if she was avoiding something, Lina started to seem uneasy. Then somehow the lights in the room suddenly went out. Of course Lina was surprised and shouted hysterically. Not only Lina, Dion and the doctor were also shocked.
Lina shouted and asked for the door to be opened. For some reason, it was hard to open that door. And by the time they managed to open the door, Lina was already lying on the floor in a stupor.
The therapy was stopped. Lina was taken out of the room. Outside, Lina's fingers were bleeding. Many nail wounds on his own body, and it looks like the blood is Lina's own blood.The wounds produced by Lina's lentic nails turned out to be deep enough to make her bleed. Dion tries to resuscitate Lina.
By splashing water on Lina's face and putting some strong-scented fragrance on Lina's nose. Lina was a weaver. Then the psychiatrist wrote the data that he thought was important about today at the time of therapy. And he gave a new recipe to Lina.
After returning from therapy Dion immediately took Lina to the Dion family's personal doctor. The goal is to check Lina's blood. And from the results of blood tests the content of medicinal substances that he consumed due to ignorance has been reduced a lot.
"With drugs that can neutralize blood, the father's wife should no longer be disturbed from the side effects of the illusion-making drug" said the doctor.
"But yesterday he still saw the illusion of the doctor, he saw and heard the little boy crying in the corner of the supermarket. There was no one there." said Dion.
"And it looks like he's getting weird, now he's even hurting himself." continued Dion.
As Dion and the doctor spoke in four eyes, Lina was with the nurse to treat the wound. At first they talked to each other. About how long you've been married and how long you've been dating. Like a regular friend.
But then the chatter came to a halt when Lina silently stared. His gaze went towards a corner without blinking. And his hands became cold instantly.
"Mom, are you okay, you look so pale."
Because Lina did not answer a word the nurse finally patted Lina on the shoulder.
Hhgghh
As a result of the clap on his shoulder Lina was shocked, then with a sigh of relief she exhaled her breath which she seemed to hold from earlier.
"Mrs why?" ask the nurse.
"Who is he?" ask Lina.
"He who's the mistress?" ask nurse.
"That's the nurse sitting in that corner," said Lina whispering and showing her that she was maxed out with the twinkling of her eyes.
The nurse followed Lina's eyes, and looked in the same direction. There's no one there.
"It's better to treat him first" Lina said.
The nurse did not see anyone there, in the room it was just the two of them. Hearing Lina's words, my hair stood up. His hands are also shivering.
"Is there a daytime demon?" the nurse's inner.
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