I Don'T Want To Be Cinderella #1
67. Memories

Memories

“Mah! Log in, call the police, NOW!!!”

Kirana shouted while trying to close the door. But in vain because his strength could not win against the five men who pushed in until Kirana's body staggered backwards.

“Urus his mother!” ferdi Izam's orders made Marcel and another walk quickly to the room.

“Don't dare to tune in Mamah!” Kirana shouted, charging towards the two people who were approaching the room, but her body immediately slammed into the wall when someone pulled her hand violently.

“Hey, bi*ch, remember me?” Ferdi Izam stood in front of Kirana, still clutching Kirana's rough arm.

Kirana's breathing hunts, her eyes round and staring at Ferdi who is riding a new demonic grin out of the bottom of hell.

“We see what you can do now. Without your prince it.”

“I can do ... It!” Kirana gore Ferdi's face until the man roared while holding his bloody nose.

A man came forward trying to block Kirana who was released from the grip of Ferdi who was still roaring to swear out the oath of absorbency, but damn the man did not know that Kirana can martial until he had to receive a kick right in his heart.

“An*ing!” Another one came forward who was instantly slammed by Kirana mercilessly.

Marcel who was trying to break down the room now faces it with all the special swearing of a baj*ngan.

Ferdi izam, whose nose was broken, has again stepped forward against Kirana who is fighting Marcel and a man plontos. Likewise, the two people who had been hit by a kick and a slam had stood back up, making Kirana have to spend extra energy.

An unequal fight between a woman who must fight five men with bodies much larger than her, making Kirana began to struggle and several times hit by punches and kicks until finally he fell to the floor after getting hit hard enough from Ferdi.

The five men were now standing around him with satisfied grins.

“Still fight?” Ferdi crouched down, his hands clutching Kirana's jaw.

“Bags are still bastards, who dare only fight women and play games,” growled Kirana with sharp eyes looking at Ferdi without the slightest fear.

“Speak as you please before you really end up in our hands. Like your lover who has destroyed the most precious thing to me, you too will be destroyed in my hands.”

Ferdi's fist raised made Kirana reflexively close her eyes. But soon after…

“Tethe!”

“Kirana!”

Kirana heard a shout from the front making the men who swarmed Kirana immediately cursing to see Caraka and Oka coming with gasping breath, and anger radiating from the eyes of both.

“Baj*ngan!” Shouted Oka and Caraka while pushing forward and fighting was inevitable.

They were both like an act of loyalty beginning to beat up those who dared to injure the most precious woman to both.

On the other hand Bu Mega who had locked himself in the room now dared to go outside after hearing the voices of Oka and Caraka. After Kirana told her to enter the room, Bu Mega immediately contacted Oka telling her what happened. Luckily Oka and Caraka were at the bottom so could quickly return to the top. Impatiently waiting for the elevator made them run up the emergency stairs to the 8th floor where Kirana's unit was, fortunately they were not so late that they could beat up the bastards.

“That's okay?”

With the body and trembling voice Bu Mega helped Kirana stand up. But suddenly his eyes widened as the tip of his eye caught someone half-running towards Kirana while raising a vase of flowers in his hand.

“Tethe!” Bu Mega immediately hugged Kirana to protect her from the blow of a flower vase that now broke on the back of her head.

Silence ... all were shocked to hear Bu Mega's scream followed by the sound of broken glass, before finally Oka shouted breaking the silence.

“Mood!” Oka immediately ran to beat the man who made Bu Mega collapse on Kirana's body.

“Baj*ngan!” Caraka got more angry, he beat anyone in front of him.

No one escaped from the rampage of Caraka and Oka, they seemed to go crazy until finally some security and police came to secure Ferdi and his gang.

With a staggering Oka again approached the body of Bu Mega who was unconscious.

“Mamah, Mom! Build, Mah!” Oka's voice trembled like her hands hugging the unconscious body of her mother.

“Yes Allah, Mah! Mamah, wake up, Mah!” Kirana is now sitting down with Caraka approaching her mother's body in Oka's arms. “Astgafirullahadzim, Mah! Mom!” her tears broke as Oka with round eyes raised her trembling palms and was filled with blood.

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That morning Anggi woke up with an uncertain feeling, he could not forget his dream last night. The image of two young children hiding under a blanket, seen to strengthen each other, changed with the image of the same two children playing on a snowfields.

Name – a foreign name, but it does not feel foreign as well as the place. He knows that look, but where?

His head was throbbing again as he tried to remember. Is it possible that this is a long-buried memory and he forgot? Anggi frowned ..it could be, or it might just be a sleeping flower.

He took his phone to check the incoming messages trying to forget the dream that seemed real, his eyes caught one of the messages received last night. Anggi sighed reading the name of the sender of the message.

Ferdi Izam: Tomorrow is day.

Anggi was silent reading the contents of the message from Ferdi Izam. Today was the day Ferdi and Marcel had planned to avenge Caraka through Kirana.

Orggi: I told u before, I’m out! Don't get me in this shit again.

After experiencing the dream, somehow Anggi felt hesitant to continue his plan with Ferdi, until finally he decided to go out of their plan and ask not to be included again. This matter was now purely just a grudge of Ferdi and Marcel, without intervening himself there.

And last night's dream further strengthened his decision to no longer interfere with Caraka and Kirana's relationship. All this time he was aware that feelings could not be forced, but he was too stubborn and prestige to admit defeat from women whose level was below him.

Until finally Kirana mentioned a name that is still ringing in her ear .. Sagita Bentari. A name that tickles his heart, as do the names of the two children in his dreams.

“Morning, Mom!” Anggi greeted his mother who was enjoying her breakfast at the dinner table.

“Morning, Baby!”

“When did dad get home?”

“With eyang?”

“Yes, eyeang is much better so they decided to continue treatment here.”

Anggi nodded while bribing the bread that had been smeared with chocolate paste. She then looked at her mother, weighing what need she had to tell her about her dream? Who knows, the mother knows both children, right?

“Mah.” His mother looked at him while sipping tea. “Even weird dreams don't you? Dreams that are like really real.”

“Dreams? What dream?”

Anggi recalled his dream and as usual there was something he felt, but it was hard to express as if it was buried in the corner of his heart. Anggi recounted his dream that made his mother speechless. For a moment Bu Mayang's heart stopped beating, there was a cold aura of fear pouring through his body, he could not even hide his trembling hands making Anggi frown at him.

“What ... Mamah knows those kids?”

“Ti-no.” Bu Mayang tried to smile and look ordinary, but it was too late Anggi could catch it all, making him now look at his mother with full investigation.

“Kak Nana, Bi .. what knows that name?” Ms. Mayang shook her head which looked nervous. “Sagita Bentari.” Bu Mayang's eyes widened when he heard the name from the mouth of Anggi who was still staring at him.

“Ma-mamah just heard it once.”

Ms. Mayang tried to look like normal by switching the conversation about their schedule for facial and body treatments. But it all made Anggi realize that his mother was hiding something from him.

That day Anggi tried to think, remember everything, try to find out for himself because it seemed like his mother would not tell him. Until finally he remembered the figure of the man who was holding a child forcibly in his dream.

“Dad.”

Yes, the only figure he knew in the dream was his father. The discovery made him even more curious, until the night he repeated the same dream but more clearly, his chest raced violently when he realized that the figure of Bi was himself when he was a child.

If he is Bi, who is Nana? Why did this dream come up now? He tried to find out again and the only thing that made sense was the speech of Sulis one of his friends who was continuing S2 psychology in the Netherlands, which he contacted via phone.

“It could be that it is a memory stored in your subconscious, Gi.”

“Natural subconscious.”

“Yes, perhaps it is a most memorable childhood memory until it is indirectly stored in our subconscious.”

“But all this time I never remembered the incident.”

“Hmmm .. gini-gini, in psychology there is a name infantile amnesia or often called childhood amnesia, namely the inability of adults to remember childhood memories from the age of four years or less, one of the causes can be due to the many new memories that enter. But there are some people who remember memorable and important events in his life, some store that memory in his subconscious and can reappear if there is a trigger.”

“Petetrator?”

“Iya something that reminds you of the incident.”

A trigger? What was the originator? Anggi thought began to trace all the events of the past few days where his dreams began to appear and more clearly.

Sagita Bentari …

Anggi was wide-eyed when she remembered the day she heard the name as if something was inside her that was chuckling until it slowly burst out, and the night she had a dream about Kak Nana and Bi.

But why did Kirana ask him that name? Does Kirana know him?

“Sagita Bentari .. Kirana .. Sagita Bentari .. Kirana ...” Anggi keeps saying those names over and over, and suddenly the pieces appear like a very clear spinning film, his chest felt the pain he used to feel when dreaming, but this was not a dream.

“Kak Nana, wait Bi!”

“Bi short legs are rich in penguins, so the path is slow.”

“Tati Bi is short! Bi is not ping-u-win!”

“Haahaha .. Bi si penguin.”

“Not! Bi is not ping-u-win!”

“Hahaha, penguin-pinguin.”

“Huaaaa .. Mamah! Sister Nana, naughty!”

“Pinguin crybaby!”

“Huaaa .. Bi ndak teng! Huaaa, Bi is not ping-u-win tengeng.”

“Hahaha.”

The picture that had not existed in his dream is now real to make Anggir's tears break unbearably. Her tears continued to flow more and more as some other memories re-emerged.

“Kak Nana! Mom!”

Anggi continued to cry calling his brother and mother until his chest hurt. With mixed feelings she wiped away the tears, grabbed her bag then ran outside the room. Yesterday he did not know where to look for Nana, but now he knows .. he knows where to look for her brother, and he will come to her now as Sagita Bentari.

His steps stopped when he reached the first floor of the front door of his house, there were two policemen talking to his mother who was now staring at him with a deathly pale face.

“Gi ..”

“What's up, Mah.”

“Saudari Anggi Santoso?”

“Iya.” Anggi answered the question of one of the police officers who looked stiff.

“You are asked to come with us to be questioned as a witness.”

“Remarks? As witnesses? What witness?”

“Witness to the persecution of sister Kirana Az Zahra with suspect Ferdi Izam.”

Instantly Anggi lunglai's body, his heart seemed to stop beating. Ferdi Izam, he forgot the plan that Ferdi and his friends had devised for being too busy with unraveling his past memories, and now it is too late that Ferdi has carried out their rotten plans and the victim here is none other than Kirana Az Zahra, sister who has recently been present in every dream .. Kak Nana.

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