Being Married to My First Love
Announcement of New Works
Assalamu'alaikum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatu,
Bismilbornrahmanirrahim, arabic,
Hi reader's, Author wants the author's promo titled Love in the Dream Realm. For those who are waiting for the next chapter, this Neyna update with a slightly different storyline. The story of Citra and Andra is certainly more exciting and a lot of mystery. Don't hesitate to stop by.
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Spoiler Chapter of Love in the Dream Realm New Version
The drizzle of rain made the entire residential street quiet. Most people would choose to hide behind a blanket. Under the dim lights were a pair of young people who were grimacing in pain due to injuries on part of his body.
The image could not sit quietly as Andra applied red medicine on both her injured palms, knees and toes. While Andra occasionally massaged his shoulder that feels pain.
Flashback...
"Wellam!" Citra ran out of her house with all her might.
"Bruuuk!" suddenly the image fell because it hit something.
The image of tripping over a fallen tree branch due to heavy rain and strong winds since this afternoon. His body seemed to float, then accidentally hit the body of Andra who happened to be jogging past the front of the Citra house.
The image landed on the asphalt of the road. His palms were scratched, his knees and big toes were bleeding. While Andra was thrown to the side, her shoulders and arms hit the trash can. Andra then got up and wanted to help the girl.
"Eh, you again?" he said while helping Citra rise.
The image looked up looking up at the face of the young man he had hit.
"Andra!" pekik surprised. "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it!" said Citra while standing up.
"We take shelter there first, here drizzle."
Andra invited Citra to take shelter in her house. They then walked to the terrace of the Citra house because outside the rain had not subsided.
Flashback.
"Already, just like that there was no need to cry." sneered Andra finished applying the red medicine on the injured Citra's hands and feet. He saw there was a tear on the tip of the eyelid of the condensing image.
"Gue is not crying!" citra ketus said while holding the pain.
"This is proof!" andra said while wiping Citra's tears with her thumb.
"Gee...!" squealing Citra in shock, reflexively she held Andra's hand outstretched to her face. For a moment their views met.
The image immediately took off her hand and Andra sat back down. Before long they were silent in each other's minds.
"You live in this house alone, right? no one seems to have come out of you."
Andra broke the silence. His eyes rolled around the house that looked lonely.
"Yes, or else I'm out of town" Citra replied.
"What did you want? run to the kayak road being chased!" andra recalled the incident.
"Gue was afraid to be home alone. I think there is something strange in this house," Citra replied as her eyes wobbled to the right and to the left as if she was confirming something.
"You just live here?" andra said probing.
"Yes. Originally a week here is still the same orku. Just two days ago I was alone at home" Citra said.
"You should have found a maid for you at Cit's house. Moreover, you are a girl and still a child," said Andra.
"Look, you want me to be a child. I have High School ...! in the old residence I also dare to stay alone there is no problem anyway," elak Citra.
Suddenly the lights went out. "Ah, what's the matter? how can the lights go out?" exclamation Citra.
The Citra Reflex immediately drew closer to Andra's side while holding Andra's arm tightly.
"It looks like the lights are off, the front house also turns off the lights. You calm down, don't be afraid." Andra tried to calm down.
Andra took a small flashlight model keychain in her pocket. "It's a good thing I always carry this."
Suddenly there was the sound of something falling from the house again.
"Bad...! What is it, Ndra? i'm takuuuut!" The image increasingly attached and tightened the grip on Andra's arm.
"You calm down, Cit. At best is also a rat who fell something."
Andra tried to calm Citra by removing the grip of Citra's hand in her hand. Then hold the fingers of Citra. In his heart he was also a little afraid.
"Sorry, Ndra? I'm gonna be your nicotine?"
citra lirih. He didn't know what to do if there was no Andra accompanying him.
"It's okay, I'm here to you, Cit. But you better be looking for a maid tomorrow" Andra said.
Andra felt sorry for the fate of Citra, still lucky for her who was still accompanied by a maid and security guard at her home. While Citra is only alone especially she is a daughter. However, if there is a man who comes with bad intentions to him. He wanted to help and protect her.
Sometimes they continued chatting still holding hands. They spent the night sitting on the long chair of the front porch of Citra's house, until Citra fell asleep.
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The next day Citra woke up on her bed. Citra felt strange when she moved to her room, because as she remembered yesterday she was on the terrace with Andra.
Citra rose from her sleep and then performed dawn prayers. After that she took a shower because she had to go to school.
Moments later Citra was ready in a white-gray uniform, a ponytail, a backpack on her back, and a jacket draped in her arms.
"Beautiful...!" praise yourself when you look at yourself in front of a mirror.
Suddenly the phone on the nightstand vibrated indicating there was an incoming call. On the phone screen that says Mother. The image rushed up the phone.
"Hello, assalamu'alaikum, Bun!" he said while sitting in a chair in his room.
"Wa'alaikumussalam, darling. Have you had breakfast?" ask her from across the phone.
"Yet, Bun. Buy it on the street. The image is not perfect cooking, it is bad luck. When do you come home?" The clock on the wall shows 06:30.
"Eatya if it's up at dawn do not go back to sleep dong girls must be diligent. Mommy, this week can't go home, baby. Probably just coming home next week. You take good care of yourself, Cit. Do not macem while living alone. Inget the message Mother!" mama long at wide. Always say it like that, until the image of poultice because it continues to be said repeatedly, so that makes him a little upset. He feels like a abandoned child.
"Yes...! Mother please find a maid dong Bun, Citra feels uncomfortable alone in this house!" citra said that is currently being needed, rather than debating Mother who can not go home.
"What's the matter, Cit? Are you usually alone in an old place?" ask mother.
"But it's different here, Mother. Citra feels there is another figure in this house that disturbs Citra!" said Citra while walking outside the house and then locked the door.
"What other figure? you're all there, son. Yesterday the Mother there was nothing strange, the feeling was adem ayem only. You must be watching a lot of horror movies, baby!" There was a laughing voice across the phone.
"Mother Citra seriously, if not brought a maid for nemenin Citra, then Citra nginep in Citra cement house aja! yes Citra went to school first, Bun. Assalamu'alaikum!" Imagra rushed on his motorbike.
"Yes, I'll find a maid. Wa'alaikumussalam, be careful, dear!"
The image then hangs up the phone.
The phone does put it in the bag, wear a jacket, wear a helmet, then turn on the motor. The image is traveling at medium speed.
A moment Citra stopped at a red light. When he rolled his gaze to the side, how surprised he was when he caught a man he knew, in a car not far from his place now.
"Andra!" his screeches.
Tin..tin..tin..!
The sound of sirens from behind turned his eyes on the traffic light. The lights have changed to green. The car that was allegedly driven by Andra shot first at high speed. The image that only rode a matic motorbike would not be able to chase after it.
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