My Little Gwen's
Feel dejavu

Zafier was still at home enjoying his solitude in his study, after the departure of everyone. There are no signs like people who are drunk, even though they have consumed alcoholic beverages with a considerable amount.

He walked slowly to his desk. He positioned his body to sit on the seat of his greatness. His net was then fixated on a frame that was right in front of him. The muscular hand was raised onto the table, taking the picture frame that became the center of his attention. He looked at the photo inside the frame. A beautiful hazel-eyed little girl with long wavy hair, who looks familiar with her portrait as a child.

"I miss you Gwen" he whispered softly, staring at the frame softly.

Little Gwen's shadow suddenly burst into his mind. I don't know because of the sudden guilt. He only realized that lately only focused on the presence of Sheza, so little by little Gwen's shadow began to fade.

Is it time for me to forget about you, Gwen? Is it time for me to live in the real world forgetting the shadow after shadow of your childhood that has been weighing on me?, Zafier monologues to himself.

He gently stroked the photo of the beautiful little girl with loving settings. He leaned his body on the back of his great chair. He took another deep breath and then exhaled slowly, both of his net closed, while his hand clenched the picture frame tightly to his chest. Zafier was silent for a long time. Shadow after shadow of the past flashed one by one like a documentary video on his brain. And Zafier enjoys it all in solitude.

Suddenly Zafier regained his senses, he straightened his body. After all the shadows that were raging in his brain. He breathed a tired breath, so realizing that all the shadows were only memories. Tired of thinking about something unreal, which is impossible to achieve.

After a while, he felt his throat very dry. He looked back at the picture before putting it in its original place. After that, Zafier slowly got up from his great chair, walking out of the study to the kitchen located near the backyard.

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Meanwhile....

The sun has long been drowning in the shadows. Night is rising. Sheza was already in the room he had occupied earlier. He was sitting on the sofa in the room. He was drowning with all his thoughts. I don't know why he feels so nervous. The shadow after shadow that he saw at the time he was unconscious came back to haunt him. He felt uncomfortable just sitting in the room. Slowly Sheza came out of the room she was in. At this time Karen did not accompany him, because he had one need from afternoon. Karen had asked for permission, so Sheza did not ask much about what Karen needed.

After Karen died, Sheza felt very saturated, because only stay in the room alone. She got up from the sofa, after fixing her previous appearance a little messy, in front of the dressing table. He kept walking out, towards the door to the back garden. Maybe the atmosphere of the garden at night can slightly eliminate its saturation.

The garden with its amazing decorations was very spacious. In the right corner there is a large Gazebo. The design of the garden gazebo with a low stage and seating without legs in the park, not only interesting but also comfortable as a place of relaxation, while enjoying the panorama of the mansion's garden.

In another corner there is a water park with a fountain that seems to come down from the wall. The presence of a water park in addition to interesting to see, also provides a soothing and calming effect on the mansion. The presence of a water park in the home garden can indeed increase the humidity of the air in the house so that it is more comfortable to live in.

This park shows a number of beautiful tropical plants with beautiful colors, unique and rare. Really a sight to spoil the eyes. Sheza was stunned at that door. He felt a little regret because when he first lived in this mansion, he did not pay attention to the look of this park at all.

After looking around the park, suddenly the net is attracted to a swing in the middle of the park. A swing is clearly visible from the door where it stands. A white antique iron swing with a roof on it. Somehow he felt dejavu, the situation reminded him of the situation in the dream he experienced when he was unconscious. The swing felt very familiar to him. The swing was exactly the same as the swing the little girl used in her dream. That little girl named Gwen, who somehow all the memories of Gwen just appeared in her dream. Though he himself never knew, heard or knew the figure of the little girl named Gwen.

Though previously this swing did not attract his attention, there was nothing special about this swing. But somehow, after having a dream at that unconscious moment, this swing gave her a very familiar taste. Sheza continued to walk towards the swing set in the middle of the park, as if someone led her unseen to get there.

Sheza stood right in front of the swing. His net was still staring fixedly at the swing. Slowly his hands extended out to touch the swing. His fingers traced every curve of the swing. Feeling the coldness of the swing iron.

He took a deep breath and positioned himself to sit on the swing.

Sheza took a swing, then pushed the swing slowly with her toes. I don't know why he felt so comfortable sitting on that swing. The quiet atmosphere of the garden with the wind blowing, feels so soothing. It looked up. Her net was staring at the stars and moon that looked bright at this moment. The sky is so bright that the stars and round look as if vying to be the brightest.

The wind blew against his fragile body. Wiggling long wavy hair belonging to the woman who was left loose. The rustling sound due to the friction of the leaves in the garden, made Sheza realize how suny Tonight is.

Sheza closed both her netra hazel. Then he got late with his own thoughts. His memory of his dreams at the time he was unconscious, again bursting into his head. It was as if he was currently the one who was Gwen sitting swinging on the swing. Sheza was enjoying the atmosphere at the time. He felt so comfortable on this swing. It creates a familiar feeling that it does not understand. It was like a habit he often did.