FROM ANOTHER WORLD To You (A Mystery Short Story Collection ) - The Second Book
Chapter 3: Breaking through the Aisle of Space and Time (third round )

03. Laracati

“Bang ... Bang Da’i, you still haven't slept ? What are you daydreaming about?” a beautiful woman asked as she placed her head onto the chest of the Bachtiar field. Bachtiar sighed in relief, while stroking the woman's jet black hair saying, “Office business only. Everything's fine. Nothing to worry about,” A pair of beautiful eyes the woman looked at the disheveled face of the 43-year-old man, “You are not good at lying, bang. You think I don't know what happened there ?” abugn. His voice was so melodious, his eyes were so shady, his lips were red, sensual inviting lust of the person who looked at him. “My wife, why do you look so beautiful tonight ?” ask Bachtiar.

The woman smiled, a sweet smile again charming plus her eyes, her movements, plus thin underwear in red. He smiled mischievously, hinting at something that the people of Adam could not resist. No doubt Bachtiar immediately hit the body of the woman in front of him like a tiger that has been targeting its prey. The woman did not refuse, she was resigned, she let the man in front of her hug and kiss the forehead, cheeks, nose, lips and as Bachtiar fingers stripped off the clothes he was wearing, the woman hugged and kissed.

For some time the 2 naked body figures were wrestling on the bed accompanied by ****** slow breath. They waded through the sea of romance, braved the storm of loving-kindness desires, sailed through the endless ocean. Until when the bedding mats are tangled and wet by sweat mixed with orgasmic fluid. All the saturation in Bachtiar's mind just vanished, replaced by the peaks of pleasure that had just been embraced with Sulastri, his beloved wife. Before falling asleep, Bachtiar's pair of eyes caught a flashing red shadow figure then moved around the room several times. Moving smooth and suddenly vanished, as if merging with the foggy night air in and out through the cracks of the air hole, moving each strand of window curtain cloth up and down slowly. He did not care about the scent of fragrant frangipani flowers stinging into both holes of his nostrils. Shortly after, he entered the dream world. A beautiful and strange dream.

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Bachtiar woke up when the morning sunlight hit his face, the cold and foggy air made him lazy to wake up from his deep sleep last night. The melodious chirping of birds made him fall asleep, it felt reluctant to leave the bed that had drowned him in the ocean of love. Slowly he opened his eyes, he was surprised when he saw his body was not lying on the bed, his wife was not seen. He was lying on a thicket of grasses and shrubs that were soft and spread a fragrant smell. Fragrant frangipani flowers, he hurriedly woke up and looked around.

The sunlight that broke through the thick green leaves gave rise to beautiful rays. Some of the rays hit the dew points on the buds of the newly blooming frangipani flowers and spread a fragrant smell that gives rise to a shine like a pearl of hundreds of years old. But what caught Bachtiar's attention was the figure of a beautiful woman in red, sitting behind him under one of the lush frangipani trees. The woman's body was slender, her hair was black, her back was long and let loose and made into toys by the cool, beautiful morning air.

The woman turned her head slowly, a shady but sharp eye piercing against a pair of Bachtiar eyes that were still trying to adjust the circumstances around the green one, in contrast to the place where she worked. Books stacked as high as the head as if competing with the high CPU and computer monitor, office equipment that is messy direction. Here Bachtiar feel the atmosphere of calm, peaceful and beautiful. He seemed to be spoiled with a natural atmosphere that was far from noise and saturation.

Just as Bachtiar was about to open his mouth, the woman stood up. The woman's body was as tall as it could be, her movements were weakly trembling unsightly. The woman's face is beautiful, yeah ... Bachtiar immediately recognized who the woman was. She was the woman she met at Alas Purwo, the woman in red. Bachtiar was fascinated by everything that was in the woman, this time he could not say anything, he was silent like a statue as if bewitched by an invisible force, he said, bewitched by the beautiful and beautiful face of the woman.

The woman suddenly stood before Bachtiar who was still sitting like a stone statue looking at the face of the woman who was now kneeling before him. His red lips smiled thinly, a smile that tempted anyone, especially men. “That's all I can do for you, Bang Da’i. However, remember .. I will always take care of you and your family. In the near future, you will have a daughter. Maybe he will be exiled or maybe get a lot of friends. Please take care and guide him as best you can, for my blood will also flow in him. Otherwise, my agreement with you will end,”

After saying so, the woman gently held Da’i Bachtiar's right hand. He was helpless when the woman with her fingers gave him a heart-roofed gold necklace on his right hand. Then carefully, the woman brought her lips closer to the back of Da’i Bachtiar's hand. There was a warm air flowing from the man's hand into the entire flow of blood all the way to his crown. At the same time, Da’i Bachtiar felt his forehead being frowned upon and lastly his originally dry lips, wet from a gentle and quite long diculum by the woman's lips.

It was so fast, Bachtiar seemed to have just woken up from a long sleep, his eyes winked slowly and then he realized, the slender body of the woman in red clothes was moving more and more. Hurriedly Bachtiar stood up and ran with the intention of chasing after him. However, every time he managed to catch up and was about to grab her hand, the woman's body moved away and then vanished within the thin fog that still enveloped the forest.

Either suddenly the ground stepped on by the legs of Bachtiar felt soft and wet. The man didn't care, he kept running after him, breaking through the thickets of thorny bushes, no matter how many times he fell and blood poured from his wounds, he was determined to meet and talk to the woman. Until when he arrived at a large and airy place, somehow the ground in his place stood as if shaking violently and making him lose balance. He was surprised when the ground fell suddenly split. Not yet exhausted his shock, knowing his body had entered into the split ground.

“Tttiiidddaaakk ..”

His cries blared, filling the place where Da’i Bachtiar's body floated in the air. “Bruk !” the man's ears heard a loud noise like a big object falling from a height and he felt a very intense pain radiating all over his body. Soon, he heard his name called. The voice came from above not far from his head. His pair of eyes widened wide when he saw Sulastri looking at him in wonder.

In answer to his wife's question, Bachtiar hugged tightly, tightly. It made his wife wonder. Sulastri guided Bachtiar sitting on the edge of the bed, having managed to calm down with the treated water, Bachtiar let out a long sigh, “Just a dream. However, quite beautiful as well as surprising,” then tried to explain as much as possible by eliminating the figure of a woman in red clothes who was present in her dream.

Knowing her husband was fine, Sulastri again laid her body on the bed, she was still complacent with what she had just obtained from her husband. Unusually, tonight her husband is greater than the previous nights and she is truly at the peak of happiness as a wife, as a woman who is truly precious in the eyes of her husband. She glanced briefly at her husband, smiling sweetly once before falling back to sleep.

Meanwhile, Bachtiar was still sitting on the edge of the bed, he opened his right palm. A heart-roofed gold necklace, on the pendulum there is an engraving that forms a sentence “LARASATI”. Could it be that the woman in red she met in her dream was named Larasati ? Bachtiar pensive for a long time until without feeling his ears hear the crowing of a rooster. The sound of night insects was slowly replaced by the chirping of birds, the darkness of the night was swept away by the stripes of sunlight that burst through the cracks of the air hole.

Dawn dawned with all its beauty, however, Bachtiar still sat on the edge of the bed, both of his hands were placed on his thighs and his empty eyes now turned to the body figure lying not far from him. His wife was still asleep, though sleeping .. she was still beautiful and not bored - her boss Bachtiar looked. Slowly Bachtiar stood up and walked over to his wife, and lovingly stroked her hair and then kissed her forehead. He smiled and stepped out of the room, the office was waiting for his presence even though he preferred to spend time with his wife but, nevertheless, his energy was still needed. There was no reason for him not to go to work.

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After the incident that night, there was a change in both Bachtiar and his wife. Bachtiar is often aloof while looking at the necklace that is out of nowhere, his opinion is that the necklace inscribed with the name LARASATI it is a gift from a woman in red who appears in his dream, it does not make sense however, it does not make sense, that's reality. The necklace was kept well by him and tried not to let the wife know, because, it can be fatal. He will tell you at the right time.

Meanwhile, Bachtiar Sulastri's wife has a new habit, she likes to wear red clothes and carry her hair, cooking dishes that she has never cooked at all. Not a Sulastri-style dish, maybe never cooked the menu as long as she was Bachtiar's wife. His relationship with Luke was back to normal, they often visited each other and had dinner together.

Everything returned to its original state, the windfall came like a flood. 3 months later, Bachtiar got the news that Sulastri was pregnant. The news was quite shocking and heartening. Welcome from all sides. There was no trace of the man's joy, that day he came home early. Upon returning from work, he was immediately greeted warmly by his wife, in return for the warm welcome, Bachtiar hugged and kissed his wife. There was no reason for the beautiful woman to refuse the husband's warm kiss and kiss.

Back the happy couple, drowned and drunk in a sea of romance. Until midnight, where Sulastri was still lulled in his beautiful dreams, Bachtiar suddenly woke up. With a slow and smooth movement, he stood up and opened the wardrobe. His hands moved, lifting the items in the closet one by one. As soon as those hands came out his fingers had held something. Small silvery white key.

Bachtiar looked at the key without blinking and a moment later he stepped into the corner of the room. There's a small closet there, it's a storage area for Sulastri jewelry. The closet was rarely even touched by his wife since they lived in the house. That's where Bachtiar kept the necklace that Larasati gave him, as soon as the necklace was removed ... Bachtiar looked at the necklace, suddenly his hair goosebumps when his fingers felt the sentence engraved on the pendulum necklace ‘LARASATI’. “True, Bang.. My name is Larasati,” a soft voice came from behind, making Bachtiar surprised and hurriedly turned his head. Sulastri sat behind Bachtiar while her pair of eyes were still staring at the necklace held by her husband.

The woman standing before Bachtiar was indeed Sulastri, however, her appearance was completely different. The woman's hair was shredded, long as a back. The chest to the calf of the thigh was only wrapped with a thin red cloth, his pair of eyes that had been staring at the fingers of Bachtiar holding the necklace, slowly turning towards Bachtiar's face. A pair of beautiful but sharp eyes, making Bachtiar again like magic power. However, this time Bachtiar tried hard to stare back. With a vibrating voice he asked, “You are not Sulastri. Who exactly are you ?”

The woman smiled gently, “I told you, my name is Larasati. Sorry, I had to borrow your wife's body. But, you don't have to worry.he's okay. After the child in your wife's womb is born, everything will return as usual,” he said. “So .. so you've been inside my wife's body all this time ? These few days, I stay with others ?” bachtiar asked in disbelief. The woman nodded, "Indeed, this violates nature, but .. Know, I have absolutely no ill intentions towards you nor your family. I know, you don't understand everything that's going on. I ask you, don't let your emotions make everything you build fall apart. For everything I've ever done, I'm sorry and let me explain everything,”

Bachtiar, who was unable to control his feelings, tried to calm himself down. Indeed, after the incident some time ago, the woman in red did not appear again even in her dreams. For some reason I suddenly felt longing to meet him, but, so close to his wife. He felt close, close and did not even need to miss him anymore. Now that the woman was suddenly present in front of him, he did not know what to be angry or. Clearly, his presence could not be denied.

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