Like Adam & Eve (Azwa[R], I'M In Love)
1. Dreams return

🍃🍃

At nightfall, precisely in the morning, where all humanity is in the dreamland with eyes closed, the body lying down and only heard the roar of breath rising and falling in silence. clashing with the clang of the clock that continues to move with the time the earth rotates.

Looks young girl who looks beautiful and sweet, sleeping under a blanket that covers part of her body.usually someone will sleep soundly, not disturbed by any sound in the silence of the night. But unlike this ayu girl, her forehead was sweating, her head was moving left and right and her face seemed to be pressed. did not escape also the body that looked tense.it seemed like this girl was having a bad dream, something entered his mind until he was disturbed.

"Oh!!"

The girl gasped awake, a monument monument back haunting her for the umpteenth time.whether to how many times this girl experienced the same dream, dreaming of a Monument Pomp Angguk, Pomp Monument, he didn't understand what the place meant.

The girl rubbed her face violently, her chest up and down, completely clueless of the terror of the unknown place.

"What does that mean? Why do I always dream of that place, like a monument" he muttered confusedly. He also bent his legs that are still covered with blankets, supporting both elbows of the arms above the knees of his feet and palms that hold both cheeks, obviously the girl seemed to think.

"If it's not wrong it's called the Anguk Pump, huh? I better search to Mbah Google" he said himself, reaching for his smartphone located on the nightstand, find out the name of the monument.

"Owh, the thing pumping petroleum? trus what does that have to do with me? it's confusing!" his grunts were irritated, putting a cell phone on his bed.

After a little calm, he immediately laid his body that was getting tired, but the pair of clear eyes was not friendly with his body, because drowsiness immediately disappeared when his mind was still stirring thinking about the place. The girl also tried to squint her eyes, trying to sleep until the morning before and began to carry out her daily activities.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes, not even sleeping, his body crumpled to the left side and turned to the right side, trying to eliminate this endless anxiety. Until after an hour had passed, the body was silent again, motionless and only the sighing was heard.and sure enough, a pair of eyes had already fallen asleep by themselves.

**

"Azwa, why are you so moody in the morning?" ask a woman who is almost five heads. Put a cup of vanilla milk on the dinner table that he just served.

"Obviously, Ma. dream that again" he lamented, The girl's name is Azwa Syaqilla, 24 years old, graduated Bachelor of Economics. He works at a largest Company in Jakarta City as Personnel Division Officer.

He is a child of a very simple and well-off family. But in his infancy, his parents were given the responsibility to manage the Restaurant owned by his mother's best friend, for some reason to leave the responsibility of his business to his parents, which is clear, the, His mother's friend was no longer able to manage it.

"According to Mama's feeling, it seems like the place is very important for you" said the Mama, named Ajeng.

"I mean mama?" Azwa did not understand

"Hmmm," Azwa thought back, as she fed the rice into her mouth.

"Mama want to nyuapi aunt Sekar first yes" said Mama Ajeng, immediately carrying a tray containing breakfast, water and vanilla milk, step foot into the front yard to meet Auntie Sekar who is somehow ready for them.

Azwa continued to eat breakfast the next morning, after she woke up from a prolonged daydream and stared at the clock on her wrist, already at 7 am.

"Damn! must leave this soon" his grunts irritatedly, feeding the rice with a large portion to his mouth.

"Slow down his eating" suddenly the voice of the adult man broke Azwa's activity, stared at the man for a moment and resumed following a hurried breakfast.

"There's no time, Dad, it's late" he said, then sipped vanilla milk until the last drop.

"I'm leaving, Dad. Assalamualaikum" Azwa crucifies the back of his father's hand.he also ran towards the garage, taking his tail matic motor that has become a favorite object. After removing his motorbike from the garage, the girl approached the Mama and also Aunt Sekar who sat quietly in a wheelchair lamenting the plight of life.

"Mama, Auntie, Azwa left first yes" said the girl's polite, barbaric soul immediately disappeared when in front of a poor woman who was paralyzed since she was a baby. staring pity at women his age.

"Be careful, Azwa" said Aunt Sekar, he was a friend of his mother.

"Yes, aunty eats a lot of Azwa" comforted the girl, showing off her muscular arm muscles.

"That's for sure,"

🍃🍃

LIKE,

COMMENTS,

VOTES,

GIFTS,

😘😘