Nackal Duda
Bad Dreams

Our barbeque event was a fun one. All my friends and lovers love food made by Tari and are sure that Tari opened a cafe business will definitely sell.

I told you about our business plans. They seem to be supportive. They say, Dance has a talent in cooking, if you make a cafe will definitely sell.

They even promised to be the first customers of Dance. Dance smiled happily at the support of my friends. I'm also happy to see that he has confidence.

He does have talent. Unfortunately, all this time his hidden talent he hid because of the problem of limited costs. If he grew up with a well-to-do family, he would have had many successful cafes.

Tara, who felt her existence was undesirable, has been quiet since. He reasoned, feeling sleepy because he had finished taking dizzy medicine and wanted to go to sleep immediately.

I know he lied. I know him very well. Ever since He saw my intimacy with Dance, his attitude changed. He became more moody. So I'm not surprised that he's finally coming home.

I decided to take a shower before going to bed. Turns out that Tari did the same thing. After the barbeque, it feels like the whole body feels sticky and smells of smoke. I can't sleep with a dirty body like that. After we took a shower, we put our bodies in bed.

"Silver?" I asked when I saw Dance pounding her leg.

Dance was a bit embarrassed. Usually, He always hides everything He feels. This time, I saw the pain.

It's natural that he feels sore feet. He was busy cooking all day and accompanying my friends. Pacing tirelessly.

"Let me go!" I said.

I also began to massage her smooth white legs. His feet are rare. Clean.

Dance is not care, but her body is smooth white like marble. Original from the origin without having to inject white or other treatment.

"Tomorrow your course?" ask me while still stomping his feet.

"Yes, Om. Why?" tanyakanya.

"I'll take you and I'll pick you up! Don't take the bike and don't take anyone's ride!" I said firmly.

"If Om take Tari, what showroom? It's getting rarer to the showroom! Is that okay?" tanyakanya.

"Yes, let's take you, I'm going to the showroom. As always. I'll pick you up and go back to the showroom again."

"Not tired on the road, Om?"

No! Than you coming home to the guy! I wanted to say that, but prestige.

"Quiet down. If I'm tired of the night, I'll ask for your massage!" godaku's.

Dance laughed when she heard it. "There is always a reward.ha..ha..."

"Yes dong! How's my massage? Yummy?"

"Enak! It's free again." replied Tari while smacking her smile.

"It's a payment because you're tired of all day entertaining my friends."

"Om asking for no payment?" goda.

Want. How wanting!

But I pity you. He looks tired. His face is now a bit thin if I notice. He also easily feels tired. Maybe because it often serves my passion that continues to tempest when close to him.

"No need. You're so tired. Sleep." I rubbed her hair lovingly.

"Had to sleep on Om's arm." he asked spoiledly.

I've finished my massage show. I turned off the room lights and installed a dim sleeping light. "Here!" I thrust out my arm to make him a pillow.

Like a submissive kitten, he put his head on my arm. His hands were also directly coiled in my stomach. I felt comfortable for a moment.

I heard her breathing was getting regular. He was asleep apparently. He could not lie that his body was very tired because of today's activities. I hugged her and grabbed my body and fell asleep.

In my dreams it feels beautiful. I felt like I was running with Tari laughing in a large garden filled with beautiful flowers.

I smile, I smile too. Then, suddenly I saw Dari holding her hair and she cut her long hair into a shoulder.

"Why did you cut it? Honey isn't your hair?" ask me with great astonishment.

"I'm not angry. You don't have to cry. If you like short hair, that's okay! Don't cry!" I tried to comfort Tari so she wouldn't cry. But, Dance turned around and ran away from me.

"Wait!" my yelling.

Dance did not hear my screams. He kept running and left me who was chasing him but I couldn't.

"Dance! Dance!" I kept shouting his name but he kept running away crying.

"Dance! Dance!" yell again.

Then I felt my body shaken. I also woke up and saw Dance shaking my body.

"Of! Om a nightmare?" Dance has turned on the room lights that now look bright and dazzling to my eyes.

I dreamt of sweating cold sweat. I don't usually dream like this.

Dari gave me a glass of water to drink. "Drink, Om!"

I received the glass that He gave me and gulped it down.

"Om what's the dream? Until it's cold and screaming like that?" Dance to take the empty glass and put it on the nightstand. They are used to providing water before going to bed.

He took a tissue and wiped the sweat off my forehead. "Read the prayer Om before bed!" his advice. Just like you used to say I had a bad dream.

I looked at him and still felt like my dream was so real. The difference is that Dance hair is still long.

"Do you have any plans for a haircut?" my many.

"Haircut? No, Om. Why indeed? Ugly hair Dance? Want a haircut dance?"

"Don't!" answer me quickly.

"Ih ngagetin. Mumpung wake up at this time, we pray tahajud yuk Om!" bring him.

I also said, not denying it at all. Yes, I think praying is the way out of my anxiety.

I also take ablution and perform tahajud prayers. Praying earnestly that my nightmares never happen.

After praying, I felt calmer. We went back to sleep too. I hugged Tari even tighter as if afraid of Dance leaving while I was asleep.

I woke up at dawn. To fulfill my duty but not go back to sleep. It's better to exercise than the nightmare is coming back.

I ran around the park and accidentally met Tara. "Hi, Gas!" greet Tara while running to line me up.

"Hem!" answer's short.

"Morning run tumben?" insinuations.

"Liar healthy."

"Mh... Gases. How's my job application? Any vacancies?"

I stopped my tracks and walked around. It's not good to talk about important issues while running.

"There was. But in my old little showroom. That's where one of his marketers resigned, will you?" I had a discussion with Tari and he allowed me to help anyone, including Tara.

"So... Marketing?" his question was somewhat doubtful.

"Yes. If you want to please if not also I can not make a meaning. Only that vacancy is empty at the moment."

Tara seemed to be thinking about my offer. Naturally he hesitated, before marrying me Tara's job was well established and had a pretty good position in the company. Now he has to get off work, it must not be easy to beat his prestige.

"Let me know if you want!" I was getting ready to run again but his words made me undo my intentions.

"I want! Whatever I can do to support myself!" tara answered with confidence.

"Come tomorrow to my showroom! Me first!" I left Tara and ran home.

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