Am I Normal?

A second later, his originally pale face gradually recovered. He closed the hilt with his hand, and he whispered, "Dr. Erwin!"

Carren didn't react much. There was relief on his face.

"My boss asked me to take the patient to a psychiatrist tomorrow morning!" Cassie said after she finished talking to Erwin Stark on the phone.

"You're afraid that person was the one who called, right?"

Cassie smiled shyly. "Yes, you?"

Carren didn't answer. Cold. Cassie groaned inwardly.

"I honestly feel guilty. Maybe I'm being paranoid or something. Or maybe I'm just having a wild imagination. You want to know what I think about that person?"

Carren shrugged.

"If I accept his invitation to dinner, I feel I will be hypnotized or maybe influenced by the drugs he mixes in my drink without my knowledge. Then I will get very dizzy. He offers me to stop by his house, and I do. maybe he deliberately chose the closest restaurant to where he lives. That could be the reason why he offered to stop me for a while," Cassie explained with a slightly horrified tone. While in front of him, Carren listened intently but still didn't show any thick expressions.

"When I got to his house, I felt my head was about to explode. And he let me sit in the guest chair. Unbeknownst to me, he locked the front door. And it turned out that he also had a knife in his trouser pocket. He attacked me and I couldn't dodge anymore because of the influence those drugs.... I'm going to die!!!" Cassie said again, covering her face. When he opened his face, his eyes were red. "Obviously, right? I'm fantasizing wildly! This is a mistake!!!" said Cassie. "Maybe that person actually means well. This is just my imagination, right?"

Carren didn't react. He didn't nod or shake his head.

"Say yes!"

"Not!" Carren said to himself.

"I just had a bad feeling, didn't I? That it wasn't going to happen?"

Carren looked at his twin brother's face with a cold gaze. He flashed a meaningful smile.

Do not love...! Not!

***

"Carren.

Erwin Stark closed his report book.

"What's wrong with Carren?"

Cassie still had some of the tension from last night. "I know this is hard for him. I can feel how lonely he is, staying at home all day. But things seem to be getting worse lately. He doesn't like to eat, while he is getting thinner again. I have tried all kinds of food. Burgers. , Chinese food, Thai food, Indonesian food...."

"Wow..., that's quite expensive!"

Cassie smiled wryly. "And he wouldn't touch it one bit..."

Erwin Stark looked at Cassie gently. To him, the girl was like his own child. Once again he was again amazed by the charm that was in Cassie. His steadfastness and patience in dealing with his twin sister who had bad luck, deserves thumbs up. Someone else might have run away from Carren. Moreover, from Cassie's story, Erwin Stark can somewhat conclude that Carren is not an easy person to work with.

"Especially last night..." Cassie said, biting her lip.

"Yeah, what was up with last night?" asked Erwin Stark softly.

"He's not like the Carren I know. Ummm... but maybe this is just my perception!" Cassie replied, swallowing her saliva. "I know I've been having a lot of trouble with that lately," Cassie said. She had no intention of telling her crazy imagination about Mr. Robert Edmund to his boss. "But Carren last night was completely different. He was like..."

"Like?"

"Cruel..... Well..., cruel, ruthless, cold, ahh...!" Cassie slapped her forehead. "Am I normal?"

"Hey...?!"

"I honestly feel like there's something wrong with me! Can you help me?" Cassie asked pitifully.

Erwin Stark frowned.

"I think I'm paranoid. Or fantasy madness or something. Sometimes I feel like I'm going to be murdered..."

***

Cassie was picked up at exactly nine o'clock in the evening by a metallic black luxury sports car. The car stopped politely in front of him. Cassie pulled her jacket closer. The night is so dark and dark. Cold. If he exhales, it will create white smoke. Which quickly disappeared with the wind.

He carried his paper shopping bag which he leaned against a lamppost by the roadside. The dim light shone on Cassie's face. A face full of exhaustion.

"Assalamualaikum...!" said Nico as he opened the door.

Cassie smiled and returned the greeting.

"Sorry, it's always a hassle. This is already the fourth time."

Nico hastily shook his head. "It does not matter!"

The car drove with Cassie who was now sitting in the back seat. He gripped tightly on the things he had bought earlier. Fresh Dandelions, toast and the latest edition of Dolly's magazine for Carren.

"Though it might just be my imagination too much," Cassie muttered quietly. However, Nico could hear it.

"Well... it's better to be on guard than to be late. Better this than you fear it actually happened, and it's too late. I might regret it; when I could have done something to prevent it, but I didn't want to. ."

Cassie smiled faintly. He knew that Nico was trying to be tactful, but in reality he couldn't understand the problem he was dealing with properly.

It started raining. spatter. Nico turned on the wipers of the car.

'I think I went too far! Because of my actions, I burden many other people. Mr. Erwin Stark, Nico, ....., ah!!!' Cassie lowered her head.

"Hey...! So, what are you going to do on your birthday? Just a few more days, right?" Nico asked, glancing through the rearview mirror.

"I?!" Cassie said pointing to herself. "Oh...., yeah, I haven't told you yet?" A smile appeared on his lips. For this one, he should be a little excited. "I will give the greatest gift to Carren."

Nico looked at him. Full of questions.

"I've done it. Finally.... Three days from now, Carren's face will be plastic surgery. He will be back to how it was before. He will dare to leave the house. People will soon see us out together often."

"Subhanallah... that's good news! Have you told Carren yet?"

"It won't be a surprise," Cassie said. He leaned back against the soft chair. Enjoy the happiness. He looked ahead. Only the light of a passing car could be seen, splintered by the water droplets on the windshield of his luxury sports car.