Marrying a Crazy Man
Dream Firo

"Have you seen Daddy, honey?" medina asked Firo who had just arrived and immediately sat listlessly in the living room.

Firo.

Medina held her husband's hand, "It's okay! Next time you might want to see him"

"Have you eaten?" ask Medina again.

Firo is back.

"Just take a break if you're tired. Today there is no need to work, there is already a Great who takes care of it," said Medina.

"I'm sorry! I'm not ready to see him"

There was no word from his wife, Firo first walked in and went into his room. Drago who from earlier wanted to hug his father, Medina could bear to let Firo calm her mind first.

In the room.

Firo laid down his body, sticking his arm right over his face. Not a cigarette or a drink to reduce his sadness, but he only needs time alone in the room.

In the shadows still flashed through his mind, How his father had expected him so much. At the sight of Mr. Bram, his face was so radiant brighter than usual. But alas, Firo's legs are very difficult to move to meet him.

I promise I'll see you, but not now! firo said inwardly.

Firo immediately wiped away the spheres of tears that had already dripped from his eyes. He is definitely not a crybaby let alone easy to cry. But the tears cannot be lied to, if now he is sad at this time. Firo eventually falls asleep.

***

"Wake up Firo, always take care of your son. Like I was protecting you first. Take care of Drago your way, don't copy me!" a voice woke Firo.

Firo who was asleep instantly opened his eyes. He was shocked when there was no one beside him, but the voice clearly woke him up.

Now he was lying right in the middle of the paved road. The quiet-looking streets were only a swarm of black-robed people and a young man in flops in the middle, was walking away from him.

"Drago," he said slowly.

Seen from afar, Drago was walking with some people around him. Those who lead Drago use a face cover.

Drago's hands each held a knife in his left hand and a flower in his right. The Drago he saw was 17 years old.

"Drago, stop. Don't follow them!" firo shouted from behind.

"Drago," he shouted again.

Many times he shouted, But the voice was only stuck in his throat. Firo wanted to step on Drago's feet, but his steps seemed to be embedded in the ground he could not move.

Firo looked at the blood around him. It looks like the blood is coming out of his leg.

Where am I now? inner Firo.

A few masked men turned their heads towards Firo. Only Drago did not look at it. He kept walking while carrying flowers and knives in both hands.

"Don't take my son! You can't take my son!" Firo shouted back.

Firo who could not walk tried to crawl closer to his son who kept walking away from him.

Drago continued to walk forward with a few people wearing black robes. Their steps stopped when they got in front of the fuselage.

Take care of your son, Firo.

Take your son home! Don't let them take him!

The voice whispered in his ear. Firo turned his head again, but the figure of the owner of the voice remained invisible.

Drago is still standing in front of the plane. While Firo kept shouting to call out to him.

*

"Wake up dear. get up" Medina shook Firo's body which continued to delirious.

Sweat had filled Firo's face, the man was apparently dreaming. He repeatedly called his son's name.

"Honey, get up" said Medina a little loudly.

"Is the water lacking?" ask Medina.

Before replying Firo took his breath and exhaled violently. Drago sits next to his wife.

"Thank you, I'm not thirsty" Firo said.

Medina wiped the sweat that filled Firo's forehead, "It seems like you've been dreaming"

Firo immediately sat down and grabbed Drago's body and immediately hugged him.

"I dream Drago is big, his face is very handsome" Firo kissed his son's cheek.

The little baby smiled back at his father, "Pa. pa. pa"

"really? Then why are you sweating like that?" ask Medina.

"Okay, I don't understand. Suddenly I saw Drago being carried by a black-robed man. And I tried to block them" Firo said.

Medina tried to calm her husband down, "Go take a bath, after that meal. Maybe all you experience is a sleeping flower because there are too many thoughts" Medina said, "Then tell me all the burdens of your mind, dear"

Firo nodded, He really liked the attitude of his wife who always understood his feelings. Because of the frequent togetherness, Medina knows a lot about how Firo's face changes when she is sad or happy.

***

The Shaka Apartment.

Shaka who does not want his household to be meddled by both his parents and in-laws. Take Geya to her apartment. He wants to live independently with Geya.

Today is the seventh day he changes his habits every morning by not inviting him to play with his joni.

The first day passed safely until the third day.

Day four began to happen problems, Shaka who usually behave calmly began to look frivolous even Geya had felt the impact.

His mind was always diverted to his joni which he had not played for four days. But the thought was immediately on his banks and diverted him by running early in the morning.

On the fifth day, just like the fourth day, Shaka was still afraid to touch Geya, who was still reading her favorite novel.

"What are you reading?" tanya Shaka approached Geya.

"I'm reading a novel that tells of a player" said Geya cuek.

Geya no longer wants to discuss the issue of bed with Shaka. It was embarrassing for her as a woman.

Shaka began to get closer to Geya, but because of the preoccupation of reading Geya did not understand the intention of Shaka who approached him. Shaka finally began to retreat and eventually fell asleep next to him.

On the sixth day, early in the morning Shaka began to busy himself by working all day at his hotel and resort. Even he went to work in the morning blind when his wife was still sleeping soundly and came home when it was night.

Day seven.

Tok...

"Open the door, why is it so long?"

Geya knocked on the bathroom door hard.

There's no answer.

"What are you doing in the bathroom? it's been almost an hour. I need to see mom at ten, hurry up and finish your showers!" Geya raised her voice.

But still there is no lawfulness.

Unfortunately the bathroom in the small apartment was only two, but because one bathroom was not functioning, Geya was forced to tell her husband to quickly finish his bath.

Because there was no guarantee, Geya finally opened the door of the unlocked bathroom.

Creek..

The door opened, while Shaka who was looking down was unaware of it.

Geya's eyes instantly rounded perfectly when she saw her husband, "W-what are you doing?" yells Geya loudly.