Mystical Dream Terror (Real Story )
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"Bikin breakfast is gone, bathe the child is gone, take care of yourself is also gone" I chanted to myself.

Oops,, thor ask maap nih, the language is a bit of a mess yes, because it usually uses slang anyway. Also because the residence likes to move from one area to another, so many dialects deh🤭

Resume...

Time to go to work. My sister's toddler I left with her dad, while the adek I brought her to work.

I don't think our trip to the office is getting close.

Throughout the journey my mind floated. Why do I miss him?

Even at work I do not focus on working and cannot finish all the work. Whereas before all kinds of work I could finish well.

Anyhow I tried to brush it off, but it was all in vain. My head is getting throbbing, my neck is getting tighter.

I miss him, I miss him. How could? knowing his face was not yet able, imagining his face was still faint.

But why did I want him so badly?

She wanted so badly, Oh my God, what happened to me?

Hufh,,, uh,,,

Start me with anxiety.

Since waking up remember him, above 12 pm remember him, afternoon remember him, the night before bed remember him.

Even because I remember it so much, I became experiencing insomnia disorder. By dawn can only sleep, people say sleeping chicken so.

I count since the meeting with Rey, it's been about 2 days I'm like a crazy person.

Fortunately, I was able to hide it from my husband. All I avoid, because my husband has a temperamental character even though he is a very loving family.

Oh yes, my husband and I have a huge age difference. So, my younger husband. I am the old one. Although my husband is younger, he is very mature.

And for myself according to the judgment of my best friend, my face and age are not comparable. Because according to them, my face is younger than my actual age. I'm 36, but my face is 25. He said, anyway,,,

In accordance with his age, my husband is sometimes still childish. But we can keep up with each other.

Just one that sometimes gets us into a fight. My husband still likes to bring up my past when I'm a widow. We are committed to not discussing past issues.

But he is not firm, plin plan if people say.

Actually sick. It often hurts the heart. But all I hold in my heart, and I consider myself a melting pot of my sinful sins.

I don't know, because too often suffered from inner problems since childhood. Coupled with this matter, it made me feel numb. My feelings are like death, even to my husband.

But I try to try to live sincerely.

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Back to the initial story.

Ever since I dreamed of being bitten by a black dog, there have been a lot of changes to my physical and psychic abilities.

The first Friday night of a dream bitten by a black dog.

I started to lose my appetite. No spoonful of rice can fill my stomach.

The usual food menu became a favorite menu was nothing that made me become a fan of my appetite.

I only want to eat if there's a new menu. At all times he was the only one who filled my thinking room. There was not a single moment of loophole to be able to remove or divert my mind from it.

Even when performing the five prayers, Rey's shadow still continues to tease in the eyes and my mind.

Every moment I want to see him.

Every moment I want to search for it.

Surprisingly, the shadow of the past present filled the space of my heart that seemed to be empty uninhabited.

My emotions became unstable.

The tension in my neck I feel every time it strikes. Sometimes I think it might be hypertension, or cholesterol.

As much as I can manage my emotions in the face of my two balit. As much as I can neutralize my emotions and my feelings in facing my husband.

Because I know, it would only be in vain if my husband knew what was going on with me. It will only backfire on me.

That's sometimes what makes me better to keep all my problems in my heart, than to solve them with my husband. Because it won't meet a meeting point that ends sweetly.

Eating liver is my food every day. But I try to show that everything is okay. Coupled with this strange event that I experienced, it would be more complicated if my husband found out.

All I keep to myself, all trying to handle myself.

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The day began to pass by a little gripping and full of tension.

I miss him more and more, miss Rey who I haven't seen in a week. Knowing the curves of his face I can't, how the shape of his eyes I don't know.

All I know is that Rey is short. That's just weird, right? how could I miss him?

I'll get a cell phone on the nightstand. I tried to call Rey. And he quickly picked up the phone from me.

I heard his breath hunting, very heavy.

Half whispered I heard his voice.

",,,,,,,,,,? what,?" i just heard his voice. Strange sounds. Sounds sexier my inner voice.

We didn't say much.

"Where? " his question to tea point.

"at home" I answered briefly.

"I miss you" she told me confidently.

",,,,,,,,,,? what,?" i kept listening, confused as to what to say.

I'll turn off the phone immediately.

While leaning against the wall, my mind was in a state of turmoil. What exactly is going on.

I miss him so much. I really want her.

I'm looking for my two ballet, oh it turns out they're playing with a friend of his on the porch. Aman, thought.

I continued my work in the afternoon, as usual. The duty of a good mother, washing, cooking, taking care of children. It just happens to be an office holiday, so more time at home. And I make it a day to take a break from the tiredness of work in the office.

My fingers were busy dancing on the cutting board, busy slicing seasoning.

Don't forget my mind just floated on Rey.

I don't feel my tears dripping. I don't know why I can cry. But right now it's not the onions I'm slicing. Is it because I miss him?