MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
BAG ANOTHER BAGGAGE AGAIN

Nia rubbed the sweat on her forehead, while reciting a nightmare prayer. Nia still looked frightened, but slowly, her face water returned fresh. Somehow Nia is often visited by nightmares of various themes. Though the last few days Nia can sleep soundly, even without the need to dininabobokan favorite songs.

"Why did I eat chicken with Ikbal diem?" ask Nia in my heart. "So very nice anjir. What does it mean? So kepo." Nia grabbed her phone.

Nia started typing something in the search field. Dreams of going to school wearing no clothes. And what the fuck? What kind of absurd outcome is that? It is said in primbon that the dream of seeing oneself naked is, the person will be opened his disgrace, will be humiliated, will get calamity. Nia shook her head, refusing to believe but successfully made negative thinking.

Nia nodded again. "Myth. Fix the myth."

Nia got out of bed, stepped lazily leaving her room, intent on calming down with the rest of her body last night. Nia stepped carefully down the stairs due to the minimal lighting. Silent. Just natural. It's still one in the morning. The hours in which the devil and his army are incessantly luring tahajud novices.

"Eh? Where's my boba?" Nia turned her head, glaring at Ikbal's bedroom door. "Mistake no doubt the Crocodile Bantar Gebang was the culprit." Nia sighed as she approached Tudung saji. "Yes."

Nia closed the hood again, annoyed to realize there was only a bowl of young jengkol and rawit letoy there! How happy if Nia can order tongseng and chicken satay at gofo*d. But to take the pleasure of the world that Nia must first pass through the old rambutan tree which is said to be said by neighbors, awaited by Mbak Kunti. Damnit damnit!

"Bikin do it all."

While Nia begins to struggle with the cobek and friends, the lover, Zaim, was also awake because he was terrorized by nightmares. Zaim also came out of his room, looking for fresh air. But Zaim's lazy steps were stopped by the sound of lightning. In the end Zaim also pondered in his living room decorated like the palace of the kings.

"It must have been sleeping." Zaim looked at Nia's contacts on the phone, then pressed the key button. "Except wa– first"

Zaim's words paused, as the screen of his phone that had just dimmed suddenly lit up. There's a phone call. Zaim hurriedly saw who the caller was, hoping it was Nia. But of course not even now Nia was awake. Bastian's the one who called. Zaim leaned back against the sofa, wiping his phone screen.

"Za?"

"Hm." Zaim.

"They want a report."

"Yaiya Masa wants to sleep with the cave."

Bastian sounded slow. "The child conceived by Kasih is most likely not her son Zain.. Emily's password lock turned out to be her full name Zain …"

"What's the point?"

"It's still a rough guess, Za. But the cave sure is."

"What?"

"Emily likes Zain, or maybe he's been shot. But Zain was rejected. Then he did not accept and try to destroy Zain's relationship with Kasih, through the guy who he said entered the hotel as Kasih."

Zaim did not respond, only nodding in support of Bastian's harsh conjecture in silence.

"Next look, no?" added Bastian.

"Yes if you want to stop investigating Emily change the search for Umar Zakawat."

"Who? Is that garbage pickled balloons also the same bokapnya Ushi?"

Zaim breathed. "Dome."

Bastian was heard breathing. "Just the feeling of the cave what is the problem of not kelar kelar even more stacked? Continue …"

Zaim immediately kept his phone away from the ear. Not because the mood is increasingly ambiguous to hear the chatter Bastian is not spiked semicolon, but because the vibration of his phone that indicates there is a message that has just entered. Spontaneous Zaim moved from his lazy backrest after knowing the identity of the sender of the message. Right, Nia.

Nia sent a photo of the food that successfully made Zaim's stomach growl. A steaming serving of white pollen rice with an omelet side dish as well as a flaming red chili that is plated with basil leaves and fresh cucumbers on top of the cobek, fix the delights of no debate! Zaim unhesitatingly disconnected his phone call with Bastian, then rushed to make a new call.

"Sleeping bellock?"

"I'm a nightmare." Nia's voice sounded along with the cucumber's chewing.

"What dream?"

"A really bad dream. Just make me a laper."

"What do you think is just eating it?"

"No. I was gonna gofo*d, but it's 1 in the morning. I dare not go out to take it," replied Nia.

"What do you want to eat?"

"What is your school kfc?"

"Yes. The clock is quiet again he. The portion must be packed because it wants to close. Definition of sisaan but maknyus." Nia laughing.

Zaim laughed. "Judah I buy it."

"Eh? Don't have. This is me eating too."

"It's okay. I don't buy it for free, anyway."

"Not going to." Nia pressed down on every word.

Zaim laughed again. "Dengerin first."

"Request 21+ does not need to be heard, please."

Zaim was endlessly laughing. "This time it's not."

"What's emang?"

"Then did I meet Zain?"

...•▪•▪•▪•▪•...

" … Okay, Om. I sent him a video." Bayu, Vina's classmate hung up. "Mayan a million." Bayu continues his journey to school.

Yes, one million rupiah to get a recording of Nia's face is indeed a hefty price. But who is Om referring to? Which is definitely not Om Heri aka Full Man, because the target of the puffed-up man is only Vina. Om who gave Bayu money with nominal tempting it is Bagas, Ikbal's father. Nahash. Somehow Bayu can constantly deal with crazy people.

Bagas' first meeting with Bayu was not much different from his meeting with Heri. At that time Bayu was on his way to school, and suddenly just questioned by an unknown person aka Bagas. Bagas lures Bayu some money from Bayu willing to help him demand revenge on Nia. Bayu also expressed his willingness without hesitation, and immediately snatched the down payment that Bagas gripped on him.

*FLASHBACK ON*

" … You recorded him fitting him again in the toilet. Wanna?"

Bayu was silent for a moment, seemingly thinking. "Yes understand. But why do I have to go to the toilet too, Om?"

"Is there anything like that on its own?" Bagas asked Bayu to come closer. "I want to make a hot video of Nia. I have a great friend ngedit video. He said he could, the important thing is that there is an original video that leads to opening."

Bayu looked surprised. "Wad. My face looks dong, Om? I dare not, Om."

"Quiet down. Your face will not look. What looks like is Nia's face."

"Is my face really not looking?"

"Do you doubt my temen? He's a hot film editor in Japan." Bagas' voice began to rise.

"That's not what I mean, Om. Oh, yaudah, Om. But addin yes, Om. Only three hundred and fifty bamboo? A million is that, Om? The risk is high."

"OKAY. Which six hundred and fifty will fit you already got the recording."

"okay, Om. So what was the tape?"

Bagas again asked Bayu to come closer, whispering, "You entered the toilet just as Nia went to the toilet. But there must be no one. Keep your taro fitting the front door of the toilet. Abis that you ekting what cake until Nia open the door. If he opens the door, you go straight in. Just get there. It was edited …"

*FLASHBACK OFF*

"Miss?"

"Eh? Who's lu? How do guys get in the girls' toilet?" Nia's voice tone was heard rising.

"This is Bayu cave. Open the hole. The cave wants to talk. Emergency."

"You crazy huh? I'll change anjir's clothes."

"But this is about Vina ya–"

CLAMPS

"Why is Vina?" Nia opened the toilet door a little.

BRACKET