RICH PRANAJA HEIR TO TIRTANALA
EPS 11 DISTURBING DREAMS

A DISTURBING DREAM

Dreams are the flowers of sleep that will perfect your happiness. Everyone loves a dream world because we can be anything there.

Riyani smiled to herself in her sleep. He found himself playing in a garden full of flowers. The plant crept to and fro filling the fence of his yard with heartwarming colors. Then he saw Santika, dressed all in black and riding on a gallant black horse waving his hand. How happy the girl's heart was to see her love prince calling her.

“Santika Back! You called me?” ryani.

Santika's lips seemed to be twitching mentioning something while waving her hand. Riyani heard nothing. The girl immediately ran over, but the dark horse that Santika was riding on instead moved away.

“Santika Back! Why is your horse avoiding me? You wanna play games with me?” riyani asked with a happy laugh.

He ran again to the young man, but so close, his horse ran away again. Until he felt tired and fell down. He looked towards Santika who was getting further away. But strangely his voice even sounds clearly calling a name.

“Miriam! Miryam!”

Riyani gasped in surprise. Miriam? Kakang Santika calls himself Miryam? Ow, it turns out he called another girl. Black horse always stay away when he almost touched Santika.

The girl laid her body on the green grass. Her tears seemed to be dripping down her perfectly clear face. There is no love for me. There is no name in your heart, feet, mind. And those tears kept on dripping. Until something strange happens.

Another young man came to help her. Dressed in white, covered in gold, riding on a large white horse. The white horse stopped nearby like it was delivering its master. The young man was very handsome, not inferior to santika. Her body was tall and strong, her skin was white and soft, with a charming smile. He brought a flower he picked from the garden fence. The red rose is a sign of love being extended to him.

“Riyani, this is a flower for you,” said the handsome prince.

Riyani was silent. He even averted his eyes, looking for Santika. But his dark horse had run him somewhere.

“Kakang Santika? Why did he just leave?” his inner.

He got up again and ran. But only a few steps did he stop and look back. It seemed that the white riding prince was still staring at him with a wide smile. Riyani looked at him with annoyance.

‘Who the hell is that young man. Damn you, don't know manners! Looking at me with a smile. What a funny thing I am!’ grunts in the heart.

Suddenly something shook his body.

“Den Ayu wake up.! Den Ayu let's get up! Sleep really angry,” said mbok Dal.

Riyani woke up from her sleep, sitting on the side of the bed. There was clearly anger on his face. Mbok Dal rubbed his back.

“There is no way Ayu kok angry,” ask mbok Dal again.

“That's a disrespectful young man. Forced to give flowers, both eyes look at me continuously while smiling,” grunted.

Mbok Dal smiled.

“Ow, Den Ayu just had a dream to meet a guy?”

“Hah?” the girl nodded. The dreams? He realized it was just a dream. “Dreams yes? How exactly are you?”

Riyani looked at the smiling face of Dal. His face was flushed with embarrassment.

“Aaan si mbok, kok smile so.”

“Father cah Ayu, as long as you start dreaming of men.”

Riyani smiled mischievously, his face close to the face mbok Dal.

“Means symbok used to often dream of young men huh?”

Mbok Dal becomes a wave. Now he is ashamed.

Make a smile more embarrassed.

“Not flirty Den. You used to be a lot of taxicabs, so often go into the dream realm.”

Riyani laughed at the words of her nanny.

“There is no mbok?”

“Huh, boro-boro. Which mbok taxir tuh handsome young men, eh so it's even the same thing tuuh,” said symbok while pointing to Kang Tumin who was busy chasing ducks in the back.

“Hahaha..” Riyani chuckles more.

***

Dusk sows the orange color of the afternoon sun. An anxious heart facing the night. Because you have strange dreams in every sleep.

For seven days in a row, Riyani had the same dream. The story is dramatic, but the characters are always the same. Ever dreamed of being bitten by a snake, then helped by the young man riding white. Never also dream of seeing himself in the glass suddenly appeared the man in the same glass. How upset his heart was. His days are getting angry.

“Mbok! I'm going for a walk to the plantation!” said ketus.

Mbok Dal, who knew the mood of his lord, hurriedly chased after him. Trailing steps.

“Eh, Den Ayu wait! Don't hurry,” call the symbol.

Riyani did not care. He continued walking out of the courtyard of the Kademangan. The steps are so fast that. Mbok Dal is left behind. It was fortunate that he saw the carriage cleaning the stables.

“Kang Diro! Diro Kang!" he said with a frenzied breath.

“What is mbok?” kng Diro Sahut.

“Come, prepare your carriage. Den Ayu wants to go to the plantation.”

“Oh yes mbok.”

“Come on!”

“Lho, Where's Ayunya Den?”

“It's already out on foot!”

Kang Diro gasped. Then quickly pulled out his train and followed Riyani who was already in the middle of the journey. As it neared, it stopped the train.

“Monggo Den Ayu please go up,” he said while opening the train door.

With his face still irritated, Riyani immediately climbed into the carriage. Kang Diro drove his train to the plantation owned by Kademangan on the hillside of Wuled. Soon, they arrived at that place.

“It's up to Den Ayu, please get down.”

Riyani got off the train. The cool air of the hillside of Wuled immediately ambushed it with coolness. Uuh.the view is beautiful. Rows of mrica trees that propagate on the trunk of the laraside look neatly arranged along the slope. The red, yellow and green compound fruits give their own nuances. Like a line of beautiful girls who spoil the eyes, wander around in the afternoon breeze.

Some workers were packing up, preparing to go home. Others are collecting freshly harvested old red mrica seeds. Usually the seeds of mrica will be processed, soaked one day one night to facilitate peeling the skin. After that, dry it to dry. Many middlemen from Kotaraja who came to buy the ready-made mrica harvest.

Riyani was most happy to go to this place. While enjoying the atmosphere of the Wuled hill in the afternoon, he could help put the mrica-mrica into the basket. Besides he could forget his heartbreak for a while. Once the basket is full he will call the male worker to take him into the cart.

“Kang! Please bring this basket into the cart,” Riyani said calling a worker who was busy cleaning the garbage leaves.

The burly, tall and white worker immediately ran over to his lord. Riyani gasped in surprise. He felt familiar with the man's face, the face that was always present in his dreams for seven consecutive nights.