Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
Weird Dreams

In that sleeping flower, a foreign figure appeared to meet me. Someone who calmed me thanks to his presence, inhaling the fragrance of his skin, gazing at the beautiful look that shone on his face.

"Hey. I'm waiting for you to find me."

"O yeah? But I don't know you."

"Your heart knows me, and cares about me."

"You mean?"

"You've been thinking about me all day."

"I'm sorry, but I don't understand."

She smiled, her face was close to my face, her breathing teasingly felt warm on my lips. "You must have found me. Me, someone you've been thinking about all day."

"But I don't know?"

"You just forgot, we met once."

"Where? And where can I find you again?"

He blinked his eyes, then spread his shoulders once. "I don't know. Let God arrange."

"That doesn't help."

"You're still the same."

"Yes?"

"Em, even in dreams you like to scold me."

"Hey, have I ever scolded you?"

"Mmm-hmm, you're even ignoring me."

"Omong empty!"

"So, you can deny. If we meet again, don't ignore me. And. don't be angry."

He smiled again. Her eyes were full of love as she gently stroked my cheeks with fingers as soft as velvet so I immediately forgave her unhelpful talk. "Your heart knows me. So follow your heart. We'll meet again someday. Sure."

Waking up all of a sudden, I sat down and stared at the golden-pink dawn that was crumbling between the gaps of the curtains. The birds had already started singing outside and the world was beginning to wake up. My heartbeat rumbled in my ears as the memories of the girl in my dream came back great.

Who her? Is he a real person?

But I can't even remember the shadow of his face, if it's true I've met him. And about the person I think about, who am I thinking about?

Ah, nevermind. It's just a sleeping flower. Just keep yourself busy with work. Okay, rangga?

But it can't. I kept thinking about that dream. Like in the afternoon. My phone shook as I was busy with a pile of paper on my desk. Stella's name and her beautiful photos adorn the screen. It's been a while since he last called me and cut my connection in annoyance. Two more weeks without Stella made me think about ignoring her current phone. But...

Next time don't ignore me.

The words of the girl in my dream came back. I indirectly believed in that dream, and maybe that figure was Stella.

Eh?

"You're crazy, Rangga.." I said unconsciously almost screamed.

Kontan alone, Jessy was shocked to hear my voice. "What's up, sir?"

"Oh, no. It's nothing, Jess. Sorry to startle you."

He also nodded. "It looks like there's a phone on the phone, Father."

"I know," I said. "Please make me coffee, Jess."

Quickly, Jessy got up from her chair. "Good, sir." He's straight out.

Ughhhh! I'm almost crazy! But, yeah, right now, it's important for me not to ignore the female figure around me. I don't know why the dream affected me so much, but unfortunately the clue given by the girl I can't guess. Someone I've met, who made me angry, who I've neglected, who I've been thinking about all day. All of that is exactly the opposite.

Who has met me and thought of me all day? Which makes me angry, but I ignore it?

No! Thirties don't deserve to think about something like this, Rangga!