Dum Spiro, Spero
Nightmare

“Yang,” Baskara moved closer, without permission wrapped his arms around Sabiru's waist, hugging his struggling lover with the dirty dishes of the former dinner from behind. He rested his shoulders on his lover's shoulders, inhaling the scent of shampoo that emanated from the strands of Sabiru's hair that escaped from the clasp.

“Gue again washing dishes, Baskara.” Blue rebel. His hands were full of soapy foam he used to brush off Baskara's possessive coiled arm on his arm. The woman also deluded, a sign that she did not want to be bothered with dishwashing activities that—snick. Of all the household chores, she dislikes that one the least.

“Neasiness.” Stubborn, Baskara kept re-circling his arm. His chin rested on Sabiru's shoulder, inviting an annoyed decak to escape from the woman's lips.

Blue who no longer had the energy to throw Baskara finally let the man do whatever he wanted. Even if it means his movement in washing dishes will be very limited.

“Yang,” call Baskara again. At that time, Blue was rinsing the last plate so that all women could do in response was to cleared their throat slowly.

“Tonight I slept together lo, huh?” pinta Basque.

Blue first finished his work, put a clean plate into the shelf, then he turned around so they could look at each other.

“Why?” ask Blue.

Baskara shook his head slowly while smiling thinly, “Cuma pep aja sleep lo lo. We haven't slept with.” His speech.

“Ya already, but don't snore.” Sabiru said, then the woman broke away from Baskara's embrace and then walked away from the man, into her room.

Baskara immediately followed, but he stopped at the doorway while folding both arms in front of his chest. “Indeed since when do I snore?” ask the man with a face made in such a way as to look like he is sulking.

Blue is basically exhausted after all day activities were reluctant to respond. Instead, he patted the empty space next to the bed, forming an invitation for Baskara to join him immediately.

At first, Baskara still desperately asked for answers, but in the end the man relented and walked while grumbling to the bed.

“Close the door!” shouted Sabiru.

Baskara was forced to turn back, push the wooden door in front of him and then turn the key twice. “Tuh, udah.” His grunts, then he walked back to Blue.

“Gue just ask to be closed, why use everything locked?” Blue protested.

“Let you not run away.” Answer Baskara accordingly. The plain black-shirt man then climbed onto the bed, immediately smuggled himself into the blanket, then pulled Sabiru's body for him to hug tightly.

Like a baby, Baskara curled up in Sabiru's arms. He rests his head on the lover's chest as his eyes begin to close.

No conversation was going on between them. After all the storms they had trudged through, they indeed tended to exchange fewer votes. They're happier this way. Share the energy through gentle touches, which are at once to convince themselves that they still have each other.

As the seconds passed, Baskara's breathing began to look regular. His embrace also felt slack so Blue believes that his lover has fallen asleep. It was a gift, Blue would celebrate it as grand as anything she could. Because until a few months ago, his girlfriend would not be able to sleep well except with the help of drugs prescribed by psychiatrists who he routinely met every one month.

“Everything will go in a better direction,” whispered Sabiru, then he landed a kiss on the top of Baskara's head. As a provision for sleeping his lover can be sound until again come to say hello.

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At what time, Sabiru woke up from her sleep because she heard a crying voice that was so heartbreaking. When she opened her eyes, she found her lover still asleep, but her face was already soaked by tears. His body that occasionally moved restlessly and the wrinkles that repeatedly appeared on his forehead made Blue understand that Baskara was having nightmares. A nightmare that I don't know what it's all about, which never once the man was willing to share with him.

If you are in that condition, all Blue can do is hold Baskara's body, giving strokes on the man's arms and head continuously to help calm him down. If physical touch is not effective enough, he will start whispering the same sentence repeatedly.

“Nothing, it's just a dream.”

“Nothing, it's just a dream.”

“Nothing, it's just a dream.”

So it continued until he felt Baskara no longer move agitatedly and the stuffing subsided.

Tonight, he did something similar. Wiping away the tears that flooded Baskara's face, he said, “Nothing, Bas, it's just a dream. Everything will be fine, there I am here.” Although not long after, it was her own tears that began to rush down her cheeks.

It's been four years. City by city they go. All means had they tried to treat Baskara's wounds hidden deep at the bottom of his heart. However, there is still no significant progress. Even as they now live with new identities as Abhimanyu and Anindia though, bad memories from the past are still approaching, as if they are not willing if they have a new life better.

Blue is almost frustrated. Tired of it, she convinces her boyfriend that what has happened in the past is not her fault. But no matter how much he convinced the man, the guilt that Baskara carried was still growing day by day.

“Nothing, dear, it's just a dream.” With a trembling voice, Blue repeated his words. In contrast to the Baskara stuffing that began to stop, Blue's property even more. She clenched tightly onto Baskara's body, she kissed the entire side of the man's face as the only way to calm herself down.

“Nothing. It's okay, honey, it's just a dream.” And if Blue can hope, she also wants that what has happened to them all along is also just a dream. He hopes that when he opens his eyes tomorrow morning, he will be in a better world. A world where they don't need to run from anything, from anyone. A world where they will only fall in love, fall in love without having to think about anything else.

Seriate