THE ALEXIS
NIGHTMARE

The cold of the night will soon be replaced by the warm rays of the sun. But the sun still wants to hide. As if embarrassed to show up.

Sure was! Good looks are emanated from a beautiful face, as if shedding the light of the mustard. The circle of holy water that flows the face, hands and feet seems to add to the beauty of the Greek God Creation.

But unfortunately, the beauty emblazoned is not in harmony with what is inside. His soul is now covered with anger.

While the streets were still so quiet, he drove his iron horse like an orang-in-waiting. Step on the gas pedal very deeply, to feel the adrenaline that peaks at every turn. Because right now, he's in need of an impingement.

There was no place he could go to as a destination. Eventually, he decided to go back to the cage.

The dark living room looked bright again. The servants had lined up to welcome the master's return, though it was soon disbanded.

"Mrs. Alex__" One of his domestic assistants made him stop his steps.

When he turned around, he wanted to strangle her. But what his servant carried was able to hold him back.

"I'm sorry sir. But this is what you asked for a few months ago." Said the waiter while thrusting an object with both hands.

"Where did you find him?"

"On the back of the master refrigerator, encased in aluminum foil." The assistant replied with a slightly trembling voice.

"Back of the fridge?" He reconfirmed while taking the family album from the servant's hand.

"Yes, Sir." A grin on the corner of Alex's lips. He nodded in a sign of understanding.

Smart too. He recognized his mother's intelligence.

Keeping valuables behind a refrigerator is beyond thought. But it can save the goods in case of fire.

"Go away." Alex drives away his servant and starts climbing the stairs.

"Good, Sir."

Alex plays the album by tapping it in the palm of his hand. He stepped into the room, removed the hoodie and sat on the edge of the bed without turning on the room lights. His eyes were used to the light. In harmony with his life which was enveloped in darkness.

Soon she opened the family album in her hands. Turn page by page to find what it's doing. But repeatedly he turned it around, still unable to find it. Until frustration and despair came to say hello.

He threw the album in bed. Rubbed his face violently. Then he threw out his body and closed his eyes with one arm.

He had to stretch all his tense muscles. Not to forget, he also tried to throw all the contents of his head that continued to shadow. But his brain again drifted on the course of the match.

It is undeniable that he was very surprised when a woman got out of the opponent's car. Which means he was defeated by a woman. The foolish woman who managed to make a loud clamoring sound behind her jaw.

But after what surprise did he find? Well, angel of heaven!

Khiara, that's the name he heard. The tip of her brow twitched as Khiara pulled behind the tip of her hoodie. Showing the whole face behind the hood that blocks it. If this was heaven, he wanted to stay in it.

The angel before him was able to make an Alexander captivated. His skin shimmered like a ray, as if waving at him for rubbing.

The glint of light in his perfect almond eyes seemed to be able to drown him. Beautiful music that should only be heard by the ears, but it looks real in his eyes.

What a perfect visualization. Is there anything that can take his eyes off of her? There aren't.

Nothing until a cheerful voice wakes him up. Making him re-conscious of the stupid actions that Khiara had done.

Whahuh? More fun he said!? What stupid thing is this woman going to do? This course alone is very dangerous. Want a trajectory like what else he wants to conquer?

I swear Alex won't let. If only the woman had made a mistake, then she would have ended up at the bottom of the abyss. But the woman actually said the thing that was able to make him clench both hands.

"Find out everything about him!" His love for Ata, his college friend who became his partner and his only friend.

"You mean the woman named Khiara?" Ata's question was able to make Alex distract him from the steering wheel of his car.

"Nothing." Alex raised his eyebrows. "If you look at it, many people know him. It seems like it will be easy to find information about him."

Whether it's going to be easy or not, Alex doesn't care. He still has to get information. Ata knows this.

Seven years is enough time to get to know Alex with all the habits he has. It's not that Alex is approachable and understandable, it's just that Ata is too smart to understand how elusive Alex is.

"Face it___" Alex muttered in the dark.

***

A woman of mixed Asian-Russian blood directly slammed her body onto the sofa. Tired, that's what he felt.

It has been two days since his return. This place, it became very foreign to him. Probably because there has been a lot of change in the city.

Well, that's only natural. Four-five years is a long time.

he grabbed the tablet from his bag, and headed for the kitchen, looking for water to quench his thirst.

A glass of water had soaked his throat. Now he is focusing on his tablet. Someone's profile is plastered there.

Despite being memorized out of his head, he still opened it. Hope there's a new update on it. And suddenly, a hint of curiosity appeared in his mind. Soon he's headed to his study.

A computer with four multiple monitors dominates the corner of its workspace. His fingers began to dance on the keyboard, scribbling various codes on the screen.

A renowned university portal was opening before him. He started typing a name.

Alexander Sebastian's.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips. He showed satisfaction in himself. It looks like he's going to add to his list of work. He grabbed the picture frame lying next to his monitor. A cheerful photo of him with a woman.

Suddenly, a cloud began to cloud her beautiful face. A drop of rain falling from her eyelids began to wet her smooth cheeks.

The memories of the past seemed to pinch his heart. In a hurry she flipped the frame of her photo. As if powerless to stem the stifling feeling of the chest.

He went back to the monitor in front of him. Opened his university website to replace some of the classes he would take.

When he finished, he immediately turned off his computer. He moved from his place to the room next to him.

Under the dim moonlight, he sighed deeply. There was no intention to turn on the lights of his room, because he only needed to break down his body. Wish he could sleep well for even a moment.

The city gave her thousands of sweet memories. However, this city also incised bitter memories for him. Actually, he was very reluctant to return. But a responsibility must be he sunggi.

The fear, frustration, and depression that once touched him is now coming back. The dark shadows filled the memory again. Various questions are coming to self. Is he sure he can survive on his own? Without anyone accompanying?

Not wanting to bother, he decided to close both his eyes. Rest, that's what he needs. Although now sleeping soundly was a rare item for him. But he still hopes, he can fall asleep without being haunted by dark shadows that stifle the chest.

But what to say? Hope is just hope. Tonight, too, sleep well he couldn't seem to get. In his sleep, he again witnessed the bitter memories of his past. Made him fall out of his sleep.

A deathly pale skin was imprinted on his face. Signs something is wrong with him. Sweat pours out with its swiftness. It was like running a marathon tens of kilometers away. His breath continues to stir, and the heartbeat that continues to hunt.

"Hahhh__ haahh___ hahhh___ haaahh____.”

He immediately opened the nightstand drawer and retrieved the medicine stored in it. Open the medicine bottle and chug down a few pills immediately. Calm slowly slowly began to gain.

The wall clock across from his bed was already showing at half-five. With a shunt step he headed for the bathroom to take the soul-soothing water. Complaining to God is the perfect choice.

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- What is the drug?? Don't tell me it's drugs yeah, ntar sakau loe it becomes