A Series of Dreams
Say hello in the Morning

A mother's premonition need not be doubted. The woman's affection for having heaven on both soles of her feet made her one step more sensitive than anyone when it came to her children. All night was not calm, for a second a pair of beautiful eyes Kana did not want to be closed.

His feelings were mixed, tucked into deep regret. Every now and then, Kana glanced at the window and stalked the grounds of her desolate home with a sigh of restraint.

“Should have, I didn't let the boy out.”

The shadow of marriage is in sight and he must keep Wisely from all the sins of the world. Sometimes being a mother is hard. In addition to having to strengthen the heart for the sake of good, not infrequently exposed to maki caci because many do not understand that love is not solely to obey. Often, you have to refuse and even create unpleasant situations in order to keep things.

Erlang who did not know knowing, seemed to sleep in his contest. The old man's breathing sounded regular and slow. Like being lulled in a beautiful dream, a thin indentation was present on the plain face with a trace of the good looks of the past.

“Ah, why is that boy so long ago? Though I've been warning.”

Walking back and forth in the room, a directed look at the curtain-covered window. Fret is getting worse, worries are getting real. Seconds and seconds on the wall trigger fear that is looking for an excuse.

“Don't till he gets drunk again, God. Lately he started to change a little, do not let him drown in the same vortex.”

A series of prayers continued to be recited from Cana's dry lips. It feels like a return to the past, where to guide the lost Erlang. Not much different from Wisely who did obey the father without being reduced or exaggerated.

Stepping towards the window, Kana again flicked the curtain. The slightly rough snort at the end of the breath implied despair.

“Why haven't you slept yet, Na?”

The fingers were gripping the edges of the curtain when tanya was thrown in the middle of the night blind. Flinched, Kana turned her head towards the source of the voice. The husband is awake. Sitting leaned against the head of the bed and staring in wonder.

I hesitated, but finally the question was answered honestly. The middle-aged woman could not hold her own unrest.

The old man who was late shining gray on the top of his head was buying. Anger restrained through a veined fist. Wanted to vent his wrath, but to whom. He wants to throw anger, he doesn't know where.

“I told you, Na. Don't spoil it.” Those suppressive words came out from the snarling lips.

“I think in already getting married. Every now and then let her enjoy the freedom of being with her friends for a moment ..”.

“The problem is, the boy can't be trusted yet, Na. Be a wise parent. How you led me, now do the same to your children. Not because of them, your heart becomes weak.” Those stern words weakened as Kana's countenance changed. Erlang knew, his wife was not only restless, but also hit by deep regret.

“I think children are already learning adults, so ...”

“For ever they remain children. Sometimes they need direction and input. We are the same, carrying the label of parents until life is betrayed from the body. That responsibility will remain on your shoulders until the last breath. Already, just sleep. Waiting is also free, the boy is having fun. Pain in the body, pain in the heart, Wise will not care.” Erlang reached out his hand and asked his wife to rest for a moment

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Waking up with a throbbing head, Wisely lost her consciousness again last night. The body felt shivering, face down on a hotel bed with a blanket covering the waist down. His pair of eyes blinked, feeling a puff of air conditioning that shattered his bones.

Last night's story was drowned in memory. Spin fast irregularly and make the dizziness more stoning. Amidst the struggle vacillating in real and illusory realms, caresses on the back as well as the spoiled sound of sighing on the edge of the ear. Wisely flinched, a very familiar story and sometimes still missed in the subconscious.

“Rose?”

The words sounded dragging and spoiled. Women who are buried in the deepest recesses of the heart with the pain of the story of a dark affair in the past. Her pain is still stoning, the pain feels crashing. Wisely feels a return to the past, where the world feels so cruel. His love-dipper was left to sink and drown.

“Honey, are you awake?” Sapa spoiled accompany the morning that will come soon.