The Man in the Dream
16.Don't Replace

As the night wore on, sweat began to wash over Shenaa's face. The man in the dream came back again, this time only a little of his face was visible. The smile on the man's lips seemed familiar to Shenaa.

"Who are you? why do I always come to my dreams?" that's a little question in Shenaa's dream. But not his answer that he can even a smile that can melt the heart.

Shenaa woke up, the woman took the drinking water that was on the nightstand. The woman glanced at the clock stuck to the wall, two o'clock at night making Shenaa throw a rough breath.

The woman got down from the top of the bed, starting to be curious about Alan's private room. Quite luxurious, like his man likes the inner neatness of Shenaa. There is only one photo of Alan displayed with a size that is quite large.

"He loves himself very much." she said.

At three o'clock in the morning, the woman's eyes began to fade and at the end she fell asleep. It is very nice to sleep on a king size bed plus a thick blanket that is very soft.

Early in the morning, Shenaa awakens when she hears Alan's constructive voice. Not to play surprised Shenaa, why suddenly Alan can enter the room.

"Where did you enter? you're not polite!" said the woman while covering her entire body.

"Have you forgotten that this is my private room? I can go in and out as I please." arrogant Alan made Shenaa's lips mocking.

"It's eight o'clock. Why haven't you had a shower?" alan asked after glancing at the clock that was coiled up on his arm.

"I'm awake!" answer me briefly Shenaa. "Almost every night I'm awake" she said.

"Why? do you fantasize a lot?" alan asked back as he flicked the curtains of his room.

"Eitherway. That man always comes in my dreams." answered him a little dreamy. Alan stopped his activities and looked closely at the face of the woman who had just woken up.

"You know the man in your dreams?" asked Alan curiously.

"No. She always comes with a faint face or not just rub her face. Maybe he's a cripple, so he doesn't dare to show his face." Shenaa muttered.

Without a word Shenaa got off the top of the bed and went to the bathroom. Not long after Haousekeeping entered the room.

"Do you want that blanket?" alan asked the worker.

"I'll replace him sir." answered his fear.

"Just clean it up. Don't change it." Alan ordered. The man still wanted to enjoy the smell of Shenaa perfume stuck to his blankets and bed sheets.

After finishing the Housekeeping came out as well as Shenaa who was neat and looked fresher than before.

"It's over?" ask Alan.

"Already." answered Shenaa briefly.

"Be ordinary. I don't want our friendship to be broken just because of your problems and papah. I don't know anything about it." said Alan but only responded with a nod by Shenaa.

They then went down, had breakfast at the place that Alan had prepared. Shenaa ate in silence and it was very boring for Alan. "Speak Shenaa. It's not like you!" seloroh Alan's.

Shenaa glazed over the flat face of the man. "What am I confused about?" her word.

"Didn't you always tell me anything even the gossip of artists that I don't think is important!"

"I'm in fashion not wanting to say anything!" shenaa said firmly.

Alan could only let out a long sigh, no matter what hatred had entered the heart of that woman? alan was indeed made into a dilemma with the woman's attitude.