Candra Kirana
Dream but Real

Kiran sleeps soundly, all the burden of her mind comes off with the passion that was later restrained due to many problems. Her innocent back was tightly pressed against the chest of the lover who was holding her possessive. Thick silk blankets covered their bodies from the frozen air of the mountain slope.

Kiran, who was initially unusual with Candra's cold body, is now more receptive. Whether because his body temperature seems to be lower than the normal limit, or because there are other factors, Kiran also does not really understand. What is clear is that he feels comfortable just touching the skin with Candra. Especially tonight. How quaint!

Shouldn't Kiran be more bothered with their current relationship situation?

Candra is a mediocre nation, ruling on the southern slopes of the mountain, while she is an ordinary human being. But why couldn't Kiran break their relationship? What happened, Kiran was actually absorbed in a hot and crazy struggle on the king's bed.

Of course Kiran could not resist Candra, she was not a person who could control the workings of her subconscious. He just follows the will of his lover. Lagian Kiran herself also motivates herself not to wake up from a dream because she still wants to be with Candra.

How not? The mediating king looked much more mature, domineering and handsome when wearing a ruler's robe than his typical adventurer belle suit! What is the power of Kiran now after seeing the appearance of Candra with a different version?

It is clear that Kiran is getting infatuated with Candra, Love with a fall. That was what Kiran felt in her sweet dream.

Kiran was still sleeping soundly with a diary in her room, the air of the sirep was no longer there, leaving warm air in Kiran's room that was not too spacious. Kiran Sukma who was drawn by the lover to cross the dimension to the king's private room has returned to the body.

Outside the room, Kiran's father and mother were busy knocking on the door to wake her daughter. It was two hours ago that they were trying to figure out Kiran's activities in the room, but there was no result.

Kiran's room was deserted as uninhabited, even though the sun had risen. The wall clock went off seven times, a concern clearly haunting Kiran's father. His daughter never woke up at home. At five o'clock Kiran usually wakes up to help her mother.

“Kiran, Kiran!” call the father and knock back on the door.

Kiran opened her lazy eyes, her body feeling tired and lacking in spirit. However, he could not ignore his father's call which this time was noisier than before.

Kiran watched her body for a while before coming down from the mattress, digesting the difficult situation that was hitting her mind. Kiran felt so stupid when she realized she was still fully dressed. As Kiran remembered, she slept innocently in Candra's arms. Under a warm blanket as smooth as silk.

The sun peeked through the window of the room, the clock on Kiran's study table also pointed at the number seven past a few minutes. Kiran finally got up and walked towards the door.

“Kiran ... are you still sleeping?”

Kiran turned her head, then opened the door of her room wide. “I'm not feeling well, sir! Pain all it feels!”

Kiran's father spontaneously touched her daughter's forehead, “Body you are so cold, you shiver?”

Kiran shook her head, her hands blocking the glare of her eyes due to the reflection of the sunlight entering through the living room door. “I want to take a shower first, Sir!”

“Bapak call a masseur huh?”

Kiran replied while walking to the bathroom, “Nease, sir! I'll go back to sleep after breakfast.”

“Before Bambang mas will come, you should all be neat so you can have breakfast together later,” said Kiran's father reminded.

Kiran grumbled in the bathroom, “Why the shaman interfered so much in my business! Udah ruwatan should not have to come here again, handsome kok nyebelin!”

While flushing his cold body, Kiran scanned the mirror. The rash on his neck and shoulders is not so obvious. But there's a new rash on the chest. Kiran bristled considering that part was where Candra put her sweet bite last night.

How could Kiran still assume that what happened to her was a dream if the effects seemed real?

Last night, Candra proposed to him in bed, right after the second session ended. Candra tucked the red ring of pomegranate on her ring finger as a bond. Kiran was unable to refuse the ring previously given through Mr. Subarkah during a visit to his house.

Kiran's brain is really unable to digest all the strange events that happened to her. Kiran muttered softly, “It shouldn't be all this weird because I am crazy! I hooked up with an invisible creature named Candra and made love to her. Shit .. I could be a mental hospital patient because this is all.”

After taking a shower, Kiran took off her ring in the room, keeping it in the powder place. He did not want to make his father stunned because the object that was taken home yesterday Mr. Subarkah was suddenly on his ring finger.

Kiran wears a thick t-shirt to hide her pendant, Kiran accidentally does not take it off because she does not want to be away from her ghost lover. With thin powder pulses and pink lipgloss, Kiran came out of the room to help her mother in the stall while waiting for Bambang to come.

Whether it was a coincidence or not, when Kiran was bengong at the stall because there was no buyer to be served, bu lurah came to visit his stall to buy necessities.

Kiran immediately looked the other way, pretending not to see when the middle-aged woman came down from the motorbike of Firman. “Bu ... I go in first yes, kebelet to back!”

Seeing the gurgle of Kiran who was about to run away, Kiran's mother got in the way. “Don't look for excuses, Kiran! You can go back after meeting Firman!”

Kiran sat down again in her place, busying herself with a cell phone. His mother immediately familiar with the candidates besan while occasionally glancing at Kiran who did not care about the presence of the Word.

“Kiran, let's meet again, it's the Word! You must have not forgotten ... long ago when you were Junior High several times accompanied by the Word right back home from school!” exclaim Kiran's mother eagerly to match her daughter.

Hm, Kiran is reluctant to remember that time. He was still too smelly when Firman who had been sitting in university tried to tease him by taking a walk.

Who's wrong Kiran's been looking so sweet from since she was in junior high school? Until the Word that has grown up intend to fad to dating him.

The Word smiled alluringly as it extended its hand. “How are you, Kiran? Are you great now?!”

“Good!” Kiran replied with a line of lip curvature that hinted at reluctance.

Firman stared as if Kiran was a delicacy, while Kiran was disgusted by the garland's distinctive eyes.

Unfortunately, both of their parents gave Kiran and Firman time and opportunity to chat longer.

Kiran jengah praised continuously, her ears spontaneously itchy with the seduction of dreadlocks and sweet promises Word that immediately soared without knowing the limitations. "You're so beautiful, Kiran! It was the same when Junior High first!"

"Now it's pinter and so it's beautiful!" tukas Kiran. The girl looked at her watch twice, even deliberately evaporating widely and putting on a bored face so that the conversation would end soon.

“Kiran is waiting for guests?” ask the Word at the end. Gelagat Kiran who often sees the road disturbing his comfort.

“Iya! Tumben mas Bambang kok late coming,” replied Kiran kalem, stressing as if his guests often come to the house.

“Oh ... Kiran's boyfriend huh?”

Kiran looked back, “Sorry I'm kebelet, Mas! Connect sometime again chat!”

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