It's Not Sleep That Makes Me Dream, But You
Chapter 05: The Buried Dream

Bare-chested and wearing only a towel, I stood in front of the burning gas stove. On it there is a large pot of flue that is often made by grandma used to fit Hajatan event, in the dalem I have filled the water until almost full. While waiting for the water to boil, I was busy scrolling FB watching funny videos in the group absurd humor. Every now and then I smile, ngakak, frown on squirming the posts of the group members there.

The sound of boiling water began to ring, I immediately turned my attention, from HP to the boiling water. I set HP above the cupboard where the seasoning, so that later the HP will not splash water when I lift the water. Wipe the napkin with red plaid motif I make as a palm protector from the heat of the handle of a large hot pot.

With great difficulty, and with great care, I raised the pot of boiling water. It was so heavy, beyond expectations. I think I have too much water. I tried to keep the distance between my stomach and the hot pot, so I also walked a bit closer to the bathroom.

Both arms of my hand feel very tight. I do not know this hot water that I raise the size of how many liters, I do not know also how many kilos. Obviously, my hand is pegel-pegel. Anywhere is also no problem in order to fulfill my purpose of soaking warm water in the bathtub, hehe...

I put the hot water into the bathtub that I had previously drained clean, then poured it slowly into the dalem there until the water in the big pot of abis. I let out a sigh of relief when it was finished and started to turn on the water tap, leaving the bath to fill up sufficiently.

The whole body feels warm when I start soaking in the bathtub which contains anget water, very comfortable. The house feels very quiet, quiet, no noise. To the extent that the sound of water droplets from the tap was astonished. I soaked my body from toe to neck while bristling, enjoying what I had planned. Soaking in a bathtub filled with water angang emang steady, deh.

Eating malem today is still the same instant noodles mix rice again. My father has sent money, anyway, make rations and pay for school, but I again males go out. I prefer to eat potluck than go out malem-malem fit again this mager situation.

The wind blew when I opened the window. Abis shower and eat, hit by a gentle breeze from the outside it feels very cool, make drowsiness. I looked around from my room on the second floor, my area was still quiet if the maghrib gini.

Tossing on the mattress, my hand grabbed the HP that was beside the head. Wiggling a fairly crowded class group discussing ICT tasks. As usual, I was always a listener in the class WhatsApps group. There is a task from the teacher, told to make an explanation of the computer software system with his own understanding, continue to make a percentage using power points and tomorrow forward one by one, clear in front of the class. Okay, not so hard. Knowing what to do, I immediately put my HP on the mattress again, then daydreamed staring at the ceiling of the room.

I've been bosen playing sosmed, the most content of it - that's all. Want, anyway, open Youtube but I live little quota. Yaudah, lie down while daydreaming.

While half-wandering towards the ceiling, I felt the same wonder as myself. Why, huh? I have not been able to escape the shadow of Olivia, but it was clear that she could move on from me, already have a new boyfriend. This heart still feels unwilling to imagine the former motorbike bond with other men.

Getting late in the shadows about Olivia, I felt uneasy. I then tumbled down to the left, straight towards the laptop on the study table which is located opposite to the bookshelf.

Oh, yes, about my dream that was buried deep, actually I really wanted to be a novel writer. My dream of becoming a writer is not something that comes suddenly, but there is a reason, really. Starting from my hobby that likes to read, I then watch videos about great writers who have an established life. Among them, I often find his book perched on the gramedia shelf, surely they have lived well established from the royalties of the best seller book.

Inspired by best-seller writers, this dream came about. I am quite a hobby of reading, so it is quite able to write even though it is not good. I used to write a SD diary. With the ability to write that is not good, I wrote my first novel fitting still sitting in class 7, or class 1SMP. A month later, I completed a mystery school novel, and I confidently sent the novel to the publisher by e-mail. Three months later, I got an e-mail reply from the publisher, which was a rejection letter. It was the first heartbreak I felt.

But, at least I tried once, and I already know how to write to the publisher. I started writing more novels to send to publishers.

I repeatedly write new titles, repeatedly I send manuscripts to several publishers, I also experience rejection many times. Until in the end I was at my lowest point in the pursuit of dreams, I gave up. Being a novel writer is not easy, I do not feel like the person chosen to be a novel writer whose book is nangkring in Gramedia.

After all, there is no harm in giving up on dreams. When I fail to pursue my dreams, it does not mean that I fail in my life. I can still live a normal life, working as a child, thankfully later can work office. All I have to do now is, study seriously so I can get good grades after the national exam later, continue to be accepted at a famous university, so that I can get good grades, I graduated with good grades so I could get a good job. The more established the job I get later, the more beautiful my wife will be. I'm sure, if I fail to bring back my ex in school, I can take him to the guarantee later when I've been established.

Talking about the future makes me smile. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, I heard the sound of animals at night that were mutually unpretentious. Of the unprofitable fall, mending I do the ICT task now.

I get out of bed, walk a few steps, continue to sit in the chair in front of the study table. While waiting for the loading of the new laptop I turned on, I reached into a school bag to look for falshdisk. In dalem falshdisk it is because it is stored an interesting power point template. With the template, I do not need to bother with design anymore, just enter and enter the material that already exists, simple.

Some time my hands reached into the bag to find the flash, but strangely, I did not manage to find it. I began to nervous decided to spill all the contents of the bag onto the floor of the room, then continued to search. I ruffled the scattered books, among them, I did not find the flash I was looking for.

I remember a few moments when I remembered something. Damn, I just wanted it to be falshdisk on Adit's pinjem a few days ago. I let out a sigh of relief. Thank God, my flash is not good.

I then sat on the bed, grabbed HP, then called Adit. I hope I did not miss, I am sure really, then Adit who minjem to copy plant vs zombies game, I keep forgetting to take.

Adit did not pick up the phone from me, I tried repeatedly but still he did not lift. He usually goes on the phone straight away. Is he this mallard really busy, huh? There may be a family event. Instead of wasting more time, mending I wrote the material first task, if it is finished later I try to call him again, who knows if I call later, he will pick up. It's 8 o'clock, hopefully not disturbing him later when I come to his house to take a flash.

With full preparation, I sat back at the study table, facing the laptop. Then open Microsoft Words, straighten your back and start working on the task.

As soon as I heard the HP ring, I stood up with a slight nervous feeling. The one who called me was Adit.

“Halo?” I tried to say hello to Adit who was across the street.

“What's up, bro? Lo missed call several times.”  Adit answered from across the street.

“Iya, I called you earlier. Again, anyway, it seems very busy.”

“Hehe... I read again earlier,” Adit fell silent before continuing, “What do you need?”

Without making small talk, I immediately asked about the flash. “By the way, you've minjem my flash and haven't lo balikin, right?”

“Iya.”

“Later I can go there to take the flash, not? Want me to use,nih.”

“Boleh-can, here aja.” Although far apart, from the HP channel, I can feel that Adit kayak nahan laugh.

“Why?”

“What?”

“Lo kayak nahan laugh.”

Unexpectedly, he even laughed so fast from the phone, my ears almost budek next door.

“Stress!” I said.

“HAHA...” Adit's still laughing, I'm more worried he's really stressed. I just diem, do not know what to say, hopefully soon healed.

When I almost disconnected our phone, Adit suddenly said something that made me a bit surprised and embarrassed.

“Hahaha.. It turns out you can write novels too, yes. Which is quite a lot more, funny I read it haha.”.

Damn it, he read my trashy novel. Sure, deh, surely he met from the flash court that I pinjemin to him. Some days he minjem, never mentioned at all about this issue, surely he just found the data of the manuscripts today. I was a bit unlucky, I think I was ashamed of the novel I read.

I was silent for a while before I finally said, “Oke, I OTW there, yes. I burn your life yes, play read-read disgrace carelessly.”

“...” Adit suddenly switched off his phone.

I looked at the HP screen that showed the display of the phone connection had been disconnected with Adit contact.

I stood up, took a thick jacket and prepared to head to Adit's house.

Seriate...