A Series of Dreams
Disconnecting

Lasmi ran into the house followed by Sandi. Bad thoughts wandered far away upon hearing Seruni's screams. In the shadows, thieves break into their modest homes and tear apart valuables that may be worthless to some. But that fear did not come true. The real thing is worse than expected.

The old woman froze, standing behind the beaten-looking Seruni. Likewise with Sandi who was no less astonished to find the reality in plain sight.

“Aa.” A while sculpting, Seruni spoke after mastering the situation. Her pair of beautiful eyes glazed over, implying a feeling of being hurt.

Caraka, the handsome young man from the next village who had been in a relationship with him was suddenly present in plain sight. Not alone, but was making out with his own brother in the living room of their minimalist residence.

“Uni.” Caraka hurriedly stood up and bowed.

“Aa, instead of Aa today there is an appointment with a friend. Why is Aa here?” Seruni's voice sounded hoarse and almost cried.

Unable to answer, Caraka simply lowered his gaze and secretly stalked the lover who had now shed tears. The crystal liquid that tried to be held back since then finally decayed without excuse.

“Why ... why did it come to this, Aa?” The package inside Seruni's grasp came loose. A loud sound rang out as it hit the floor. An aluminum pan seemed to jump out and the cover rolled away.

“Unni, sorry.” Caraka said slowly.

“Sorry, sorry!” Lasmi who has been silent since, is now loud to roar. “If you don't like Uni, why should you tease Anga? Just leave it and find another woman. Anga already has a husband. The son of a businessman from the city who is more everything than you. You have a pool, he has a pool. Cow your father selapangan, his cement factory in Indonesia.”

Kenanga. Enfolded Caraka's arm with a friendly, then held spoiled. No matter at this time Seruni bought because of his behavior.

Seruni could not comment, since just crying without a sound. Until a slow swipe on the shoulder, resuscitate the girl if she is not alone.

“Unni, patience, Son. Breathe in, exhale.” Sandi calmed her daughter who continued to shed tears

“Pak.” The adorable and ayu girl turned around, hugging the old man who was always inside the joy of her suffering.

“Sstt, it's okay, son. This may be the way. In this way, your eyes are wide open. He is not the best man God has prepared for you. Don't cry, Son.” Sandi was moved when she felt her daughter's body shake in the arms. “Don't be sad. It's good this way. If after marriage the belangnya just look, you will be sicker.” The old man rubbed Seruni's back gently.

“Unni, sorry.”

Caraka tries to hit the girl who keeps clinging to her. Stepping aside in doubt, he tried to get close to the girl he had always loved. He was indeed a weak man, unable to dismiss the seduction of Kenanga who had long struggled to attract his attention. Temptation after temptation launched to make it fall. The defense collapsed as the blond-haired woman volunteered.

Seruni. Inside the father's deck, the girl confirmed. “We broke up, Aa.”

Lasmi, who had been listening, started to react. He looked at Memories and Caraka with glittering eyes. The veins protrude in the temples, the jaws tighten uncompromisingly.

“No, Angaku still has to marry Wisely. Get out of my house. Never set foot here. Let's just say this is khilaf.” Recalling how the two embraced affectionately on the sofa, Lasmi actually rose in blood. “Never come here. You and Uni are done, with Anga also never there. EXIT!” throw it away while slamming the parcel in hand, then point your finger at the door.