Dream Crack
XMAS. Padang Costing
POV Canda's
Habit, ugly. I've always had a hard time mastering myself, after the surgery is over. I realized that I was having a dialogue with my husband. However, I suddenly felt comfortable for a moment. It felt exactly, when the dope got into my body.
Suddenly I woke up in a different place. Honestly I was afraid, if I couldn't go back to my husband who turned out to love me too.
Thank God, he expressed his love. Makes me ready to be pregnant many times again. I'll give him whatever number of children he wants, because I'm sure he'll be happy to get a baby out of me with his own hard work.
Uh, errata. Our labor was mechanical.
"I'm sorry it's spoken of!"
Huh huh?
Yeah, yeah, I know. I know, where I am. These are the free hostels, which are in Padang.
It's been a long time, why am I on a retreat? Or, a repetition of the setting of the place occurs in my destiny?
"You hear me, Dek? Go home to your husband! Don't excuse me for not having a fare, let me give you a fare home." Appearing men full of tattoos from inside the bathroom.
Let it happen, I'm dizzy to be here. I don't understand the story.
"Hey! Just be quiet to talk." Bang Daeng patted me on the shoulder, then he sat down next to me.
I was sitting in the doorway, leaning on this dark brown door leaf. I don't know what I'm thinking, I'm confused here.
"How many children have run away again, run away again? What's up there? Bang Daeng began to speak softly by embracing me.
"I don't know, Bang." Uh, I'm sobbing.
I'm familiar with this distinctive underarm odor. I cried, hugging his body.
Oh my God, this body. If indeed he is still alive and in the boarding houses of Padang. I'm going to whine at my husband, to ask him to pick up his father Ceysa who's here.
"Snack." That's all that came out of his mouth.
"Abang, I miss." I even talk to ngawur.
"Abang no, will be mistaken pebinor. Asked to answer, try, Dek. Why did you get here? Givan why else?" He let go of his embrace, then held both of my shoulders to face him.
"Mas Givan said love is with me, I'm happy. But I'm confused as to why I'm here." I explained in an unclear cry.
"Don't play anymore. Let's get us delivered home." Bang Daeng got up and picked up his t-shirt lying on the bed without a bed.
"I want to go with my brother first." I refused to get up when he pulled my hand.
He chuckled, then he squatted in front of me.
"Keep keep asking us that?" He smiled pervertedly.
"It's okay." I wiped my tears and showed off my teeth.
"Huu! You thirsty wife of a caress! Let's get you home, let's be like Givan." He stood straight back.
"I miss Brother's jolt." I'm like a cheap girl, but I honestly only invite jokes.
Real, bang Daeng chuckled and hugged me gaunt. "Gini said to Givan. Mas.... Shake surprised. That, Dek. He'll understand, he'll slowly continue maybe fearing you're in pain." He hugged me out of his boarding house.
I remember the times when we worked together. We're this close, even though we're still within the boundaries.
"Bang Daeng, we go for a walk first dong." I swung our interlocked arms.
"Can, can. Where are you going?"
Bang Daeng put myself first, when we would pass the road that fit just this one motorbike. It is fit to use two people in tandem, but our arms must have been rubbed against the wall that flanks this road.
"Eh, where's that red brother's car?" Bang Daeng dyed after we were on the road ahead.
"And for sale, buy Brio's car." I remember his favorite car.
"No, the car's green."
Heh? Meaning kanda?
"Oh, okay. There's a night market." Bang Daeng pointed at a road fork that was quite far away. Indeed there was once a night market, where bang Dendi often free me snacks and invite Chandra to play odong-odong.
"Where's the job?" I'm like a crazy person. I know he's gone, but I'm not afraid to go along with him.
"Nova Scotia's Canadian branch, Dek. Why indeed?" He scratched his temple with his fingertips, making my checks on his hands loose.
The name of the company is the same as the name of the company we used to work for. Has Daeng become a ghost in his office? Time is it anyway? If it is, yes I will bring a spirit herder and insert the spirit of the Bang Daeng into an object. So that I could communicate with him more easily, so he didn't have to hang around anymore.
Apart from all this. I know the jin qorin, the genie who is like us.
"My husband's cooperation, the pay is great."
He even chuckles amusedly.
"Why do you have a husband, but get here?"
My gaze was immediately tense, when I saw the passing car turn into a thrust dagger. It's creepy, despite being surrounded by the glittering lights of a bustling night market.
Surprisingly again, the people here are on the move as usual. Nothing looks spooky, but with that coffin, it looks like a nightmare.
I turned to Bang Daeng, he looked relaxed looking at the surrounding atmosphere.
"Dude...." I touched his arm.
"Hm, what?" He turned his attention from around towards me.
"Do I want to die?" I think he knows about all of this.
"Then yes?"
Uh, he asked back. What a strange dream.
"Bang, I'm going home to Givan's mas. But I don't want to get in the car, take me on foot." Because the car here is that scary. It wasn't, but after a while it turned out like that.
"Part to Bener Festive on foot??? Yes, ask Givan to pick it up. That's about dong, Dek. Ride a motorbike, take a flight, take a public transport, maybe jabanin's brother." As usual, the gaze of Bang Daeng's eyes was always in lockdown.
I fingered my tribe, I remembered the phone with a new softcase with a cartoon koala on the back of the phone. I hope I bagged my phone.
Unfortunately, I didn't even bag anything. Not even cell phones, not money.
Well, how do I get home?
"Bang, I'd like to see Givan." I started to whine by shaking his arm.
"Yes, how? Brother doesn't know how."
Maybe after this, the dream of meeting bang Daeng will be my bad experience. I will read many prayers before going to bed later, so that the dream of seeing many coffins like this does not happen again.
I cried on the side of the road, covering my face. Again, people like me do not feel disturbed by my existence. They are busy doing activities, without asking me about my crying situation.
Bugh......
I directly arch my back forward, because my back was like being hit by someone.
"Ayooo......" There was a girl who went berserk and beat me on the back.
Here again, bang Daeng even chuckled amusedly.
"Ayooo....." He now beats my chest randomly.
"What the hell?" I don't know the seven-year-old.
Uh, briefly. It's like a female version of Givan. Is he Givan's son with another woman, too?
He stomped his feet on the ground, crying loosely at me.
I'm confused here.
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