Sincere Love Former Office Girl

Another piece of dream

The twilight sullen pierced through the lattice of the room's window. A man in a white suit with three women dressed in matching attire, went inside to calm the room occupant who was screaming in fear.

"Adhisty," call the man. "Can you hear me? Can you know me, Doctor Immanuel Sanders?" tanyakanya. Aided by the nurses, he held Adhisty's hands together so as not to grab his own hair.

"No way! No way! It's not my fault!" as if not hearing, Adhisty was busy rummaging as he kept trying to pull his hair. The pieces that had been pulled out were scattered on the girl's large bed.

"Calm down, Dhis." Doctor Immanuel held back Adhisty's hand and turned off the infusion, so that more blood would not come out.

"Miss Adhisty," one of the nurses who was there called out her name in a gentle voice. However, Adshity still ignored the call. He even more hardened his screams and tried to reach the glass glass that was on the nightstand.

"Sus, Benzodiazepines 20mg" says Dr. Immanuel.

"Good, doc." The nurse nodded her head and took the sedative that the doctor had intended. With the help of two friends, he injected the drug into Adhisty.

Gradually later, Adhisty began to stop shouting. He no longer tried to pull his own hair. Doctor Immanuel then helps Adhisty to lie on his bed again.

"Dok" said the girl.

"Yes, I'm here. Calm down?" Doctor Immanuel smiled. He put another Adhisty blanket on the floor, and gently rubbed his head.

Adhisty nodded slowly. Drowsiness slowly began to take over him. The girl's vision was faint. Doctor Immanuel's face was no longer as firm as it had been. Before actually falling asleep, he turned to the door of the room, where a woman was standing while folding her hands.

"Ma," he said almost inaudibly, before finally falling asleep perfectly.

...*...

Time has shown at two in the morning. But Adhisty's eyes were still reluctantly closed again after waking from his sleep. He just sat in the corner of the bed, hugging his knees tightly.

Tears seemed to fill the corner of the woman's eyes, before finally falling wet her beautiful face.

His mind is now in turmoil. Because, for three days in a row he always dreamed of the accident until he woke up at the same hour. Even now, not only the accident that came into his dream, but also another dream piece when he was young.

Adhisty does not understand, why lately he has always dreamed of these terrible things. Various questions began to fill his head.

Who was that man in the black sedan? How could Erlina kill him so badly in the dream? Who is Dr Immanuel Sanders? And, why was he able to be copied inside his former room?

Adhisty was really frustrated at not finding the answer. Trying to contact Erlina was not possible. The woman must have been busy hiding herself from the police, and Adhisty did not want to bother worrying about her.

Adhisty rubbed the rough tears that still continued to flow soaked his face. For some reason, deep down, Adhisty was eager to cry sobbing. He could feel a very deep pain.

...***...

Armed with a name that appears in his dream, Adhisty begins to find out the identity of Doctor Immanuel Sanders and where he is currently.

After nearly three hours of walking around, the woman stopped in front of a Mental Rehabilitation Clinic. He scrunched his forehead and tried to check the address listed on his phone screen.

Is correct. The address did refer to the three-story clinic.

Doubtful Adhisty got out of the car and into the clinic.

His eyes looked around the clinic looking clean and fragrant. That place is not too crowded either. There were only a handful of people who seemed to be registering at the reception desk and were immediately welcome to go upstairs. Another receptionist who saw Adhisty's arrival, immediately greeted the woman. Adhisty walked up to him.

"What doctor's appointment, Mommy?" ask the receptionist kindly.

Adhisty.

"Oh, first time here, huh? Then please fill out the registration form first, ma'am." The receptionist gave Adhisty a large piece of paper.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I don't want to seek treatment. I just want to ask," said Adhisty.

The two receptionists threw one another a moment's glance. "Yes, Mom, what do you want to ask?"

"Is Doctor Immanuel Sanders really practicing here?" ask the woman later. His eyes glanced at the piece of poster displayed behind the reception desk. There is a middle-aged man with strong body and glasses.

"Yes, Mother. He is the owner of this clinic." Answer one of the receptionists.

Adhisty immediately shifted his gaze, then asked again. "Can I meet him?"

"I'm sorry, Mom, today her practice hours are up. Please come back tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning until twelve o'clock."

After saying so, a middle-aged man descended from the stairs. A black bag slung over the man's shoulder. Her stature was exactly what Adhisty saw on the poster.

"I'm going home first, huh?" pamit the man at both receptionists.

"Mmm .. Doc," one of the receptionists called him. He glanced at Adhisty who was busy watching the man closely.

"Doctor Immanuel?" call Adhisty.

"Yes, right." Answer the doctor. "Sorry, my practice hours are already sele–"

"I am Adhisty Prastita Abraham. Doctor knows me?" ask Adhisty then. He deliberately used his real father's name behind his name.

Immanuel examined Adhisty's appearance from head to toe. "Dhisty? Princess of Erlina?" asked the man with a surprised face.

Adhisty. Not only did he know himself, Dr Immanuel also knew his mother. "Yes, right."

"Yes, my God, you've grown into a beautiful woman, Dhis." The man smiled. He rushed over to Adhisty and held his shoulders tightly.

"Doctors know me?" knowing the fact that they apparently knew each other, Adhisty could not help but ask.

"It's for sure." Immanuel. "How's your mother doing? What is your own condition? You can see me, which means everything's fine, right?"

Adhisty scrunched his forehead when he heard the doctor's question. Be okay? Why is he?

Seeing the look on Adhisty's confused face, Immanuel stopped laughing. Lest the condition of the daughter of his best friend is still the same? But why did he meet himself?

"It's better we talk above to make it more comfortable and free." Immanuel took Adhisty up to his practice room on the second floor.

...***...

"Fuck you, Davina! Shit!" say Erlina while putting the origin of some of her clothes in the suitcase. His man in charge of spying on the development of the Davina case has just been informed, that the police are now sniffing his whereabouts after Davina divulged all.

The media was deliberately silenced so as not to preach it, to avoid the escape that he might have done.

"Women*******no thanks!" the hardic. After making sure all the clothes and money he had were carried away, the woman rushed out of the apartment.

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