Mystical Dream Terror (Real Story )
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However, as much as possible I tried to hold her body so as not to approach me.

From a distance faintly heard the voice of the Ashar Adhan.

Call for immediate fulfillment of the obligation to face the Creator for the Muslim.

Alhamdulillah, O God, You have granted my request, my heart.

"Hi, I want to pray ashar first" chirped me suddenly.

"And next, I want to go home because it's dusk" I continued.

For some reason, my lips were so heavy as to say his name.

And it seems he was too heavy to let me go.

"When do we meet again? " later scab.

"Let's go, I don't know" I replied accordingly.

"Don't go home yet, I still want to be by your side" he lamented.

"can't" I replied again.

"Come on, it's been a long time since we've met" he said.

"Trus? " many more.

"I want you to be my wife" she continued.

*what?! " agree with surprised eyes

"Yes, I want you to be my wife" she repeated.

"Can't" I replied.

"Why? " he continued to ask.

"I have a husband, and you have a wife. That's impossible" my lick relaxed

"That can be arranged" he relaxed

I could only glare at him in disbelief. Is that really what he said?

Is this guy still sane?

Do you still have a mind?

Why talk so lightly.

Does he actually have feelings?

"But if he has no mind, there's no way he's still working here. If he's not sane, there's no way he's still working here" I argued to myself in my heart.

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Time passed too. The hour hand has shown at 17:00, the day has dusk. It seems that the sun has prepared itself for the contest.

Slowly and carefully I drove my motor matic. While daydreaming about what just happened. I breathed my breath rough. Why did Rey's shadow still appear and reappear?

KRIUUKKK

KRIUUKKK

Wait wait, wait,,, wait,,,

Strange, I thought.

Why did my appetite immediately arise after meeting and seeing his face?

How to be a laper? thought confused.

Yes, yes, mumpung laper. Meningan turn ah to a subscription meatball stall.

Coincidentally soon my bike will pass through the subscription meatball stall.

I finally got to the shop.

Immediately I parked my motor matic, and immediately I unplugged the ignition.

Bismillah, Assalamualaikum, sir,,

"Bakso 1 serving yes" I cried

"Okay" he replied.

While waiting for a meal, I took my phone. Whatsapp messages came in. I opened it soon, and it was the message that came.

"Home home yet? " tanyanya

I'm speechless. I read it and I don't reply.

That's how he cares for me. Or just because I want to distract myself, so I don't get too suspicious of him.

Because honestly I'm very suspicious of him.

"The taxi's mbak,,, "

"oh yes, thank you" I replied

I immediately enjoyed the meatball dish I ordered. It is so good if the stomach is hungry. But, why can't I spend this meatball.when it usually runs out very quickly? muttered.

I pay it when I'm done. I also went to leave the meatball stalls that are always crowded in people's visits.

Yes crowded, because there is only one meatball stall. And it happens that the meatballs are delicious, and become a favorite menu for anyone who has ever stopped by and tasted the meatballs.

I don't think the motor has arrived in front of the house.

I'm looking for my two ballet. Oh, it turns out my two ballets are clean. They used to leave it to his grandmother if I was having a job in the county.

The face of that sinless clean and holy face ran a little run towards me.

Immediately I carried them one by one, as a form of expression of longing and affection after a day without meeting.

I take out a little by the usual child always in waiting for children if his parents come home from traveling.

Then we went back to our little cottage. I'd rather live alone than join my mother. Because I think, it's more flexible in running our activities. And it just so happened that my mother was living with my stepfather. I'm not with my stepfather. I finally chose to give up. All for the sake of calm.

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