Candra Kirana
Kiran's Dream

Cold sweat poured from Kiran's body. His back was wet, even with his forehead and palms. Mas Bambang succeeded in making him confused with unusual pain. Unexpectedly, the dark aura of the young shaman greatly suppressed and stifled Kiran's chest.

Luckily Septi was done with his needs, so that they could retreat from the presence of the psychic. The handshake that Kiran and Bambang did was like a deadly electric strike. Kiran spontaneously vomited on the spot, the disgusting liquid even had time to squirt and hit Bambang mas clothes.

"Sorry," said Kiran immediately pulled his hand which is still being held by Bambang. His limp body was immediately swept away by Surya after being released.

"Don't eat any drinks, Kiran! If it is very sick it is difficult to cure!" mas Bambang full of intent. "I salute your girlfriend, by the way!"

Kiran gasped, but did not want to respond any further. He simply nodded unwillingly looking into the cross-eyed person who almost knocked him unconscious. Somehow he did not like the young shaman to interfere in his personal affairs!

When he came, Kiran felt fine and did not need help, it was strange that he went home to bring pain all over the body. Mas Bambang must have deliberately worked on it with a certain intent, a disguised intent without Kiran knowing.

Mas Bambang looked at Kiran piba. The pain felt by the girl was due to the impact of energy in her body. It was a pity that Kiran did not realize that what happened to her was a positive thing.

Kiran thought otherwise.

The three of them finally came out of the practice room mas Bambang. Kiran asked to be sent back to Mojokerto, while Septi chose to stay at Surya's house. Tomorrow morning they will be home after the appointment to pick up Kiran before six.

At home, Kiran breaks down the body in her room. His strength was drained, Kiran also missed dinner, amazingly he could sleep well until midnight.

After passing midnight, the dream of being chased by a pocong became Kiran's sleeping flower until almost dawn. In the dream Kiran had already run away, hiding in several places, but always ended up being found.

Even Kiran had been helped by a number of people who volunteered to put up a body for her, but still the pocong won. His dream hinted as if where there was Kiran there was also a pocong that followed.

Kiran felt her dreams were too long and exhausting, she woke up with a gasp of breath. His clothes and pillow were soaked in sweat. Kiran sat hugging her knees in the middle of the bed, apparently her body temperature was hot. It was only fitting that he slept restlessly and had strange dreams.

Surya and Septi pick up at exactly five over thirty. Kiran has been taking heat-lowering medication and also eating ala levels to fill her rumbling stomach.

They rent the car only for 24 hours, so before eleven o'clock in the afternoon, the car must have been returned. Kiran said goodbye to her parents after saying she was fine.

The trip home wasn't too much of a conversation, they were all tired. Kiran spends time in the car sleeping, while Septi accompanies Surya with small talk about music and field lectures.

"Ran, are you okay? You're a pucket loh!" tanya Septi as soon as they escorted Surya to the boarding house.

"Dizziness, it'll heal!"

"But your body is still hot, am I anter to the doctor so I can handle it?"

"No!" Kiran shook her head weakly, "I'll take a nap later as well, most want the flu!"

"Yes, you rest in my room if so, so I can monitor your situation!"

"Geez, I'm not that sick, Septi! I'm in my room just want to lie down while listening to a song, the door is not I key," said Kiran. "You still scared?"

Septi chuckled, "Which day there is a nongol demit, Ran! But I have used all the conditions from Bambang mas yesterday at Surya's house. I slept well until dawn. My eyes are normal!"

"Thank God that's it, I'm going along! I'm going to the room now, right?"

"Hm" replied Septi. "Say if you need anything!"

"I need Candra," Kiran said with a longing expression.

"Just yesterday it was also diapelin!"

Kiran defended herself while shoving into the room, "The name is also new!"

Before laying down on the mattress, Kiran picked up a shabby bandana that folded neatly in the wardrobe. Kiran clasped tightly to the bandana, inhaling the scent of incense that had been disguised by the fragrance of clothes to seek tranquility.

If only they were not separated, if Candra had a cell phone so they could connect at any time, if only Kiran had a picture of Candra, maybe her first sight love would not torture so much.

I don't know why Kiran always forgot to take pictures of Candra when they were both. Strange, why did the 'senile' disorder strike at such a young age?

Satisfied to kiss her lover's bandana, Kiran fell asleep while hugging the cloth. His body that was still limp could not resist the drowsiness due to the effect of the medicine down the heat he drank. It was actually still too early for Kiran to re-enter the dream world.

Only, Kiran's subconscious led her to walk in an uncertain direction in the dark. Kiran followed an endless path in the middle of the forest. Before long, he ended up on a shoulder. Kiran stopped, confused by the foreign state that was in her dream.

Apparently, that morning's dream took Kiran to the past. At that time, Kiran saw a couple fighting in front of the shoulder. The scented smell stung Kiran's nose, coming from the smoke of incense burning at the pundits' feet.

However, it does not bother couples who are busy arguing. In fact, Kiran felt claustrophobic with the aroma that was too sharp.

"I want a kid, period!" The husband ended the debate with a sarcastic tone.

"Mas Marcell, are you serious? Should we do it this way?"

"I don't care! As long as you can get pregnant and give offspring, I will never leave you! I need an heir, Winda!"

"So your determination has been unanimous to have a rainy child? The kid we're gonna get from the devil's meddling?"

"That's better than we don't have children! I can't possibly find another wife just to get an heir, I love you, Vinda! Please understand my situation!"

The wife named Winda nodded lethargicly while wiping away the tears. "Alright, we'll meet the locksmith now! I'm willing. I hope you have calculated all the risks, do not regret it later on! I love you too, there will be no other man in my heart but you, Mas!"

"A few days away from the full moon, the caretaker had already said that the ritual would be performed at midnight under the full moonlight. I hope you are ready to go through the process! Let all my risks be borne. In the future I will change my life for your son if his time in the world is over!"

"Mas Marcell …!" Winda shook his head heavily, tears spread and pooled.

"Alright, Win! I've thought about this a hundred times, you'll live happily and happily with your child without having to work!"

"How can I be happy if I have to lose you or our child?" The sound of sobbing began to come out without being able to be contained.

"Twenty-two years is not a moment, Sire! You will be content to look at me and your son as long as the agreement is not over. We will not be able to avoid death, sooner or later we will be separated. I just want to make us happier before the farewell arrives!" The man named Marcell wiped his wife's tears with the back of his hand. "Trust me!"

Winda nodded faintly, "I'll be ready when the full moon arrives!"

"I'll name our son by a name that means moonlight if he's born later. Let's go in, we've been waiting for the locksmith!"

Kiran looked at the man and the woman hugging in front of the shoulder, then into the pendopo where a grandfather dressed in black was waiting.

Kiran's curious steps came to a halt, someone calling her name from afar. It's very faint, like the voice of his best friend in the real world.

"Ran .. Kiran, Kiran! Get up for a minute, let's have lunch, I'm cooking!"

Shocks on the body and claps on the cheeks unquestionably made Kiran come out from her dream realm. His eyes opened lazily. "Septi?"

"Hm, let's eat the potion again, your body is hot!" Septi forced Kiran to grab the debris of her consciousness.

"okay!" Kiran sat at the bedside thinking about her dream. Punden he saw in a dream felt very similar to the one in the house of Mr. Subarkah.

Kiran had to make sure she didn't die of curiosity!

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