OPEN HIS INNER EYES
10. My son is not crazy

After a few days of staying in the hospital, making Rara's condition drop even more, she was like a madman who was screaming at her own and curled up in fear, even he subconsciously wanted to strangle the necks of those he regarded as supernatural beings who disturbed him.

I don't know how much, a sedative injection that he used during his stay in the hospital, to calm himself suddenly like a man in the infidelity.

"father, you should take Rara's deck to a psychiatrist only, maybe they can cure Rara's deck, he's like he's been in a deep depression sir.." said a man wearing a white alma mater.

"but doctor, my son is not crazy." said Mr. Rara, staring intently at the doctor, he did not accept his child was considered crazy like that.

Mr. Rara only arrived in the city after his wife contacted and told him about Rara's worsening condition.

"father, I'm not saying father's crazy, but your son must be in the dark something that makes his emotional often fickle, you see, he sometimes screams in fear, he sometimes screams, sometimes singing is not clear, sometimes want to hurt themselves, even hurt others, I fear if he is a little careless from supervision, the father can do things he does not want later." the doctor explained.

"it's better for your children to be taken to a psychiatrist only, they are very skilled in such fields, and at their core they can definitely cure him" added the doctor again.

Mr. Ahmadi, just speechless digesting the doctor's speech, Rara's psychiatric condition is getting worse at this time, he said, in fact he tips times screaming in fear by mentioning various names of supernatural beings whose words always disturb him.

Mr. Ahmadi also nodded towards the doctor, maybe the doctor's speech had a point, Rara should be taken to a psychiatrist only.

"mother, she's behind mom, buk. she wants to strangle mom, hurry up go mom, go.." shouted one woman, mr. Ahmadi ran after hearing the voice of his son who shouted hysterically again.

"Rara, there's nothing, son.." Calm her mother.

"mother goes mother, go.. she's so scary buk, she wants to strangle mother's neck..." yelling again while closing her eyes with her next hand while her next door fluttering to ask her mother to leave, Rara cried sobbing, while pointing towards her mother.

"there's nothing son, don't be like that son. istighfar son, Istighfar.." said buk Inah soothing.

"Rara is calm, son, calm." said Mr. Ahmadi while running towards the princess who was curled up on the edge of the bed, he was very frightened, cold sweat soaked his body, and he was very scared, until fresh blood also flowed between his infusion that had been forcefully removed from the hand.

"father, please mother sir, please mother, mother wants to be giggled by the scary creature sir." Rara told her father as she pulled the collar of her father's shirt asking to go to help her mother.

Rara saw a woman dressed in red with a red ribbon in her hair,

it was a creature that he saw on his campus, the woman's face was extremely charred, with eyes and nose that were spitting out blood that smelled fishy, her nails were extremely long and black, she smiled softly to make it seem even more frightening, Rara tried to avoid her, until the creature approached her mother and was ready to pounce on her mother's neck with her long black nails.

"don't hurt my mother, plisss.." cried Rara as she pleaded, to the creature.

"well, I'll help you, but don't kill my mother." she said with tears streaming down her eyes.

"Rara, what's wrong with you son." asked Mr. Ahmadi as he calmed his son.

"Rara what's up, son...?" buk Inah said no less worried.

"go away, go. I'll help you, but get out of here, don't bother me, go.." yelled again, until a doctor came to give her a sedative injection, so that she could get her, until it makes Rara helplessly sprawled on her bed again.

"sir, what should we do, pity Rara sir ?"said buk Inah with tears of pity to see the condition of his son is very sad.

"sir, pity Rara sir.." cried bu Inah can not be held anymore, he always prayed for the safety of his son, even every magrib Rara returned like a mad man who is faithful.

"busy, how about Rara we take her to a psychiatrist only, like they can help Rara buk.." bargained Mr. Ahmadi.

"no sir, my son is not crazy." said buk Inah shaking her head.

"busy, psychiatrist not only for crazy people, but to stabilize the emotional Rara that sometimes can not be controlled like that" said Mr. Ahmadi again.

"but sir.." buk Inah strongly objected if his child should be taken to a psychiatrist, because he felt his child was not crazy.

"bus, believe in the same father.." added Mr. Ahmadi reassured, until buk Inah melt over her husband's role model.