Niken Areline
Niken Areline
On the second floor of the Atomic Tegal television station, the two were sitting next to each other. Alan and Nada seem to be busy with their work at their respective tables. The file stack of documents appears to be mounted next to the monitor. Not much different like a pile of dirty dishes in the kitchen before the party, must be cleaned immediately.
Nada Emila is a woman with narrow eyes and white skin, her shoulder-length hair in a ponytail with
bangs tilted to the left. He befriends Alan from childhood and, accidentally gets stuck in one office of the same company.
“Alan, what exactly happened? Sister Vivi does not want to tell me the same story,” asked Nada, she stopped her activities for a while and looked at Alan.
Alan stopped his fingers from being busy on top of the keyboard, maybe moving data or whatever. He looked at Nada, Alan did not feel surprised, obviously the question would be thrown by a person
partner. “Umm, I myself do not know Nad,” he replied. Obviously, he doesn't know where to start. There was no way he could tell the mystical things that happened in his life just like that, even to a friend.
Then something came to Alan's mind about his brother's story that afternoon, when Vivi showed him a glass ball that had been split in two. *I don't think any woman has entered your body, I think it's evil! But anyway, he interrupted us. And sister felt, the woman came from the glass ball*this.
“That's yes?” nada. “But thank God you can wake up and move again,” he smiled, let Alan keep a secret, the woman knew, clearly knew that his best friend was hiding something. Probably the first secret between them.
“Still Nad, the flowers,” Alan said. “Sorry to make you worry.”
“Yes, Alan. No need to apologize,” he said. “Eh, make coffee yuk!” bring Nada.
“Ayok,” Alan is interested, he smiles.
“I only made,” said Nada while moving from his chair.
“Kriiiim,” said the two of them together, as if it had become a habit in the ritual
making coffee.
Tone walked away from his desk and headed towards the dispenser, a distance of about ten meters. Passing a few employees who are no less busy behind their desk cubicles. Arriving in front of the dispenser, the horse-pointed woman's face scowled. He realized the contents of the empty gallon. That means he has to ask a friend to help replace it with a new gallon, just below it. His small arms might be tormented if he had to lift the gallon himself.
Then Nada looked to and fro. His eyes stopped when he saw the figure of Dimas (workmate) walking over. Dimas's appearance was always the most tidy of the other employees. Her hair was neatly combed to the side. His eyes are sharp and his eyebrows thick. Not infrequently he greeted his coworkers with a charismatic smile. Dimas wore a blue shirt that folded his arms and, wearing a clock
a shiny silver hand on his wrist. The smell of Bubble gum is smelled from the body
The athletic dimas.
“This is what I helped you with,” said Dimas. Then Nada stepped aside and allowed Dimas to help her. Dimas put an empty gallon and replaced it with a new one. Then he wiped the gallon with the tissue. “Yup,” said Dimas while giving a smile to Nada, then he left again.
Tone noticed a ring mark that coiled around the ring finger of Dimas' left hand. Although Dimas had helped Nada to replace the gallon, no thanks were heard from the woman's thin lips. His face was also not camouflaged into a smile or anything nice to look at. He's still frowning
like a Pitt Bull. Maybe he forgot to make coffee.
*
This morning Alan ran around the town square. One thing he always took every morning before his working hours began. His heart pumps oxygen to all vital organs in the body well. Rap songs, an option to accompany. Clean air, inhaled before sunrise. A little cold, but
freshest.
A black cat ran from behind. Rprr! The cat jumped and attacked
alans back.
“Aww!” alan muttered, feeling something claw it. A cat? Think Alan.
The black cat fell down and left again, Alan saw it. Alan stopped running, he felt the back of the arm that felt sore, Sure enough, there was a scratch that marked short in red. Soon, fresh blood came out of the wound. Jesus, Alan is impulsive.
Then Alan stepped off the street and sat down on an oak tree. He noticed the wound. Within seconds, the claw wound on the arm of his left hand was docked by itself. Remove three red lines that feel sore. Then it vanished, like a magic trick. Howsoever
can it? Her thought.
He rubbed his blood, then realized the wound had indeed disappeared and did not feel sore anymore. In that confusion, Alan recalled a sentence: The wound on your chest is gone! His brother said two days ago. Then Alan looked towards the black cat that was running, it was gone. Really magic fists.
*
Drizzle coloring atmosphere twilight. It was dark yet slightly reddened on the horizon there. Vivi stood leaning against the white ceramic wall, while Alan was sitting on the rattan chair in front of the terrace. He drew a woman who was sitting on the swing of a tree. The woman had long black hair and wore a small crown like a princess. Wearing a white kebaya, the long back touches the ground filled with star-shaped dry leaves. One thing that makes the living painting on the drawing book paper is, The princess seems to be sad, the flow of leaves that are falling, affirming it.
“You're like Logan,” said Vivi. She responded to her sister's story about a wound that quickly disappeared from being attacked by a cat this morning. It may sound silly, when there is a cat that suddenly attacks from behind. Logan is one of the superheroes in the Marvel comics. He has the power to regenerate his body from wounds and, heals quickly. Vivi felt that something that entered her sister's body had taken a role in her body.
The children are indeed to compare what is going on with the fictional character of the super comic
renowned. However, Vivi said it after she looked for a good sentence so as not to make her sister or herself feel worried about the mystical thing that was going on. Maybe that is what a sister should do.
“Sister, sister ever dream of meeting the same person repeatedly?” alan asked turned his attention, but his gaze was still fixed on the painting on his lap.
“It seems like he has, but maybe not nyampe two three days,” he replied. “Why
um?"
Finished shading the woman's hair in the painting, he lifted and showed the painting
that's to her brother.
“I've met him every mallem, for the past week.”
Vivi looked carefully at the painting. “She your friend?”
“Not brother, I don't know.” either
Vivi snatched the painting away from Alan, then noticed it again, her eyes glaring.
*
During the night, heavy rain sounded more dominant than the ticking of a clock on the wall. Inside his dark room, Alan forced the blanket to hug him tightly. Then he closed his eyes and slowly headed into the subconscious.
It takes about five to seven minutes to fall asleep and arrive in the subconscious. In his dream, Alan met a white woman who was sitting on the swing of a large tree. The tree is strange, the leaves are star-shaped and golden in color. Sunlight makes the foliage glare because it reflects a sparkling golden light. The woman sat down without moving her swing. Silence as a corpse.
From the front, Alan walked over to the woman. Alan was just wearing his pajamas barefoot. His feet stepped on dry grass and slightly warm rocky soil. Then, one of the leaves fell off, blew in the wind and then alighted in Alan's chest. Alan picked it up, he remembered that this dream had indeed happened
for one week in a row. However, he felt that this dream had never come this far. Normally, when he walked up to the woman, the dream would end and she would wake up at night.
But not for this time, he held onto the leaf and continued his steps. Alan was already about three meters in front of the mysterious woman. He also wore a silver crown with a heart-shaped blue diamond stone. His long black hair was stroked by the wind. Gold necklace with blue diamond trinkets, adorn the neck
up to the cleavage that is slightly visible.
“Hei,” Sapa Alan.
The woman stared. His roar was sad, his eyes were teary, then he quickly wiped away any tears that might still remain. As if surprised to realize a man greeted him.
“Hey,” the woman replied to him, she tried to smile.
“Niken,” answer. “Niken Areline.”
“Niken,” muttered Alan. “Where are you from? Why do I always get into my dreams?”
“Kana.”
“Kana?”
Then Niken shrugged her shoulders, she began to explain something that might be a little complicated for Alan to hear. Niken felt like she was about to put a long, tangled thread inside the man's head, perhaps making him lose his mind.
“I come from another world, you can call it Kana,” then Niken stand, it turns out Niken's body is a little higher than Alan. The two beautiful barefooted feet, stepped closer to Alan. Then Niken reached out her right hand and looked into Alan's eyes. Alan realized that the woman had a dazzling look. Both of his eyes were black, his nose pointed and lips slightly thick. The smell of jasmine stung from Niken's body as the wind blew towards Alan.
Very beautiful, Alan satin at once goosebumps, the fur of the romance stood up.
“Touch only, you will know everything,” invite Niken.
Glucose, Alan swallowed his own saliva. Fear and nervousness are mixed. Alan is a figure that is somewhat dim among men his age. She rarely gets along with her workmate or college student, goes to parties or even dates a woman. Alan prefers to spend his time alone, eating snacks at home and reading some horror novels translated by Stephen King, Robert
Lawrence Stine and Anne Spollen.
“What should be the handrails?”
Niken Areline answered him with a smile and nodded her head. Then Alan took a deep breath and exhaled. He dropped the gold leaf he was holding, then slowly, Alan stretched out his right hand. His fingers had already gone to the right hand fingers of the beautiful princess.
*
As soon as he touched Niken's index finger, Alan collapsed and fell on the ground. Fall like a freshly cut tree. Alan went into a place deeper than his subconscious. Alan was standing somewhere in black and white, like a chessboard but without end. Where is that woman? He's ingrained.
Then the surrounding scenery changed, the black and white pedestal disappeared, changing with the sun
which came quickly, the red bricks arranged themselves into a wall. Expensive gold-clad furniture such as jars, paintings, tables and chairs with batik carvings, placing itself on each side of the room. Everything moves on its own, as if they know where they are. Is this a house? He thought as soon as he realized he was in a room. Then Alan saw a window with a view to the horizon. As soon as he walked closer to the window, he saw a huge royal palace with guards standing at every corner. All those guards
wearing a red robe with a hood covering his head. And harmonize the spear that may have been slightly rusted.
A green land with shady trees, and birds flying in an orange sky. Is this the past? Alan. Because what he sees today is a picture of a classic Indonesian film
maybe he's seen it on television.
Tap, tap, tap, sound of nervous steps behind him. Alan looked up, seeing a middle-aged woman dressed in brown kebaya and bun hair running towards the door of another room.
“Hey,” call Alan.
The woman did not hear it, she opened the door and entered, then closed it again. Alan was curious, he stepped towards the brown-colored door that looked sturdy. However, once there, his hand could not grasp the door leaf. Alan's hand went through the door. He looked at every part
from door. Can I get through it? Alan sat up, he started to step forward.
Slap, first Alan's right foot penetrated into the door, followed by his entire body.
Now he arrived in another room. Penetrate in like Casper's ghost. Inside the room, several middle-aged women were circling a bed by the window. Six, Alan counted the number of brown women. They seemed busy handling another woman lying down, it seemed that she was about to give birth. And, that cry sounded until it broke the twilight.
“Ooaaaaaaaaaa,” crying baby.
“Female!” said a woman holding the baby. “Queen, she's so beautiful. Perfect!” she thrust the baby into the woman in the bed she called the queen.
The queen smiled as her tears continued to harden. The breath begins to be regular after the birth process is passed. Then, he kissed the baby's forehead which was endlessly screaming in tears, his umbilical cord had not been cut.
Alan watched her continuously, his face still a little confused. Something seems to be thinking about it. Is that you?
“Ya,” sounded
niken's voice in Alan's ear.
Suddenly it made Alan surprised and looked here and there. Where are you? Alan. It might feel like hearing a supernatural whisper, but it was a supernatural whisper.
“I'm still in the swing, under the Hirena tree. The golden-leafed tree and, you are again in my mind. Take a good look so that you can answer your questions about me,” said Niken.
“But, these guys pack the same language with the usual language I pack?”
“That's because my magic can translate it. Our language is different.”
So this is how he tells it. Think Alan.
“Am I in the past?”
“Ya.”
“Two or three hundred years ago?”
“No, this was twenty years ago.”
“Hah?” Alan was confused until he realized that this was not his world. So it could be that the world where Niken Areline lived was still in the form of an ancient kingdom like what he saw now. “Now your world is still like gini?”
“Ya.”
This is Kana, Alan thought. Then, from the roof of the bed, it turns out that there was one bat from earlier perched
just there. Now he flew around everyone, then went out the window.
“Bats fly out during the day?”
“It was Renrena, a magic.”
“What does it mean?”
“The bat saw my birth process, and it will show it to my father inside
throne.”
“So like the CCTV cameras in my world?”
“You could say so.”
"Why didn't your father come to see your birth?
"It's complicated, it's Aloan's day."