A Series of Dreams
Torture

It is not surprising to see Wisely come home early in the morning with a staggering path like an uneven foot with the earth. Memory sinks, consciousness comes and goes. Luckily, he was still able to recognize the way home and did not violate the use of other roads when driving drunk.

Parking the origin of his beloved black car, the childless widower walked into the house without knowing what danger was lurking inside. Erlang had already put on a look of war, ready to crush his opponent who had dared to break his word. It was no longer possible to be weak after being played around so many times.

“Get car keys, your cards!”

The order came out from the lips of the old man who was fighting with anger in the morning blind. Since opening his eyes and getting word that the bride-to-be had not come home all night, Erlang rolled in wrath.

“Already, Mas. Remember your heart,” said Kana, remaining meek as ever.

“When this heart stops beating, I still have the responsibility of straightening the boy. It's too late, Na. He's getting married and still drunk. Want to hide where my face is if it's known. You know for yourself what kind of family they are. We are far from everything, but this behavior of your son will make us ashamed.”

Erlang managed to catch his breath and calm so that his heart did not race too fast. Stepping wide, he confronted Wisely who was putting on a confused face.

“Restore wallet and car key.” Erlang snatched it from his son's trouser pocket without any meaningful resistance. He took her away from her owner while lowering the command to Cana who was frozen in place.

“Urus the boy. From now on, stop spoiling her. Otherwise he falls into a deeper abyss.” Not looking a smile, Erlang melengos away with anger piling up in the heart. He could no longer remain silent and handed over the responsibility of fixing his son to his wife. In the future, he must be harder for Wisely to be a better person than now.

The morning break-up riots ended with Erlang's wide footsteps towards the back garden. The atmosphere that had heated up changed sadly. Kana shed tears, saw the son unconscious, stood with his body to the right and left. The blank look was uninhabited.

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Sandi was aghast, Lasmi was stung. In the midst of preparing for the wedding, there are many things that they fear.

“Why you?” lasmi asked, following her daughter into the kitchen.

Just a wave of hands, Kenanga was busy bending in front of the sink and removing the entrails.

“You are not well, Nga. Shouldn't we go to the doctor?” lasmi Tawal. “Mother pay attention .. You have been sick for a few days. Pale face, reduced appetite.”

Back Kenanga hand is drawn while removing the contents of the stomach that has just been filled with nasi uduk.

“But, you are sick, Nga.”

“I'm fine.” After successfully removing her entrails, the girl washed her lips and turned around. “I'm just not feeling well, Mom. Not something to exaggerate.”

Lasmi frowned, observing the appearance of her deathly pale daughter. Suspicion is present, although it is impossible.

“Nga, you are not pregnant, ‘kan?”