Love In The Dream Realm
Chapter.13

The image of silence behind the blanket. He did not dare to go outside from his room after hearing the voice of the little boy just now. He hoped tonight Andra would come and accompany him. Citra decided to perform the prayer isya' first, then waited late at night while reading the novel on his phone. Because usually Andra will come when the clock is near midnight.

I don't think the time has shown at 22:00. The image uncovers his blanket and gets off the bed. He ventured out of his room. He peeked out of the living room window like there was activity in front of his house.

Curiosity made Citra challenged to take a closer look. He slowly opened the front door and walked around and hid behind the fence.

The image saw a middle-aged woman standing right in the street in front of her house. The woman stood behind him, so that she did not know the whereabouts of Citra.

The woman was wearing a long black dress. His hair was straight and tied. He held a small basket of rattan in his hand that contained sow flowers. From his appearance he was seen from among people.

The woman was seen grazing flowers from inside her basket, then sprinkling them halfway. Setaman flowers are a mixture of several cantile flowers, ylang, jasmine and white roses. Like the flowers that are often used by most people for nyekar or grave pilgrimage.

Then the woman splashed the flower with a bottle of water. Smelling flowers and wet soil also lurk in the sense of smell Citra. Typical scents like when visiting a funeral.

Blowing cold night wind penetrates into the neck niche, to make the feathers bristling. The atmosphere of the night was silent. There was not a single person who crossed the street of the Citra complex in front of the house. Maybe because his house is at the end of the alley so that rarely anyone passes in the area.

The woman is then seen crouching while looking down at the asphalt. There was the sound of his sobs, as if he was crying in front of a loved one's belly button. The image felt strange and curious about what the woman was doing.

Could it be a ritual? Why sow flowers at night like this and cry as if crying over a navel? the increasingly confused image made him.

After being satisfied with crying, the woman then stood back up while wiping her tears, with a handkerchief that she took out of her pocket. He then turned to look towards Citra's house. In a fraction of a minute he just silently stared into the house.

The image immediately held its breath and continued to feel anxious, afraid if it was discovered by the woman. Citra's heart was pounding fast and her sweat began to pour out.

Not long after the sound of footsteps. Apparently the woman had moved from where she was standing, then walked into her car. Then he started the engine of his car and left the place.

"Is it possible that she lived here?" citra Gumam.

Image out of his hiding place after the car was not seen again. He then walked towards the place where the woman had been sowing flowers. The image is increasingly curious about what the woman was doing. He guessed it must have something to do with the invisible figure who was in his house.

The image looked to the right and to the left, but there was no one. Usually Andra always comes in late at night like this. However, for two days Andra had not come to his house. The image was getting used to Andra's presence. He felt lost when a few days did not meet.

Citra decided to take a walk around the complex in search of fresh air. He was bored of being in his house alone. It was possible that he could meet Andra on the street.

If at home alone Citra feels anxious, because there is always someone who bothers her. However, when there was Andra even though he still felt afraid, at least he was not alone in facing the invisible figure that disturbed him.

Towards the middle of the complex, the streets began to feel crowded. He still had time to cross with several vehicles that passed by driving his car or motorcycle.

After walking far enough Citra stopped for a moment to feel her achy legs. To his right was a house that stood most magnificent among the other houses. With modern architectural style and looks luxurious. In front of the house was a guard post, but there was no security guard there. Citra intends to stop for a moment on the front bench of the guard post, to rest and straighten his legs that feel sore.

Not long after the gate of the house was open. The image saw a luxury sports car out of the house. There were three young people in the car.

The image immediately stands when it recognizes one of them. He sharpened his gaze to ascertain who he was seeing now.

The driver of the sports car..., isn't he Andra? image murmuring in the heart.

"Andraa...!" his yell.

However, Andra was too cool to chat with her friend until she was unaware of the existence of Citra. The sports car started to slowly leave the house.

The image ran after him but was unable to reach him.

A security guard came out from inside and was about to close the gate. However, confined when knowing Citra screamed calling out the name Andra.

"That was really Andra, wasn't it, sir?" ask Citra to make sure.

"Yes, Mother. That was Mas Andra leaving with his friends. Andra's schoolmate, too?" ask the security guard.

"Yes, Sir. But we have different classes. I live at the end of this housing complex" Citra replied.

"Oh, your mas hunted away with his friends, Ma'am. What's the need, Ma'am? let me tell you when Mas Andra will be home ...," said the security guard.

"Let's just say Citra is looking for it, sir," Citra said.

"Good, Ma'am. Later I will convey to Andra mas," said a friendly security guard.

A glimpse into the front of Andra's house. Citra is happy to have found Andra's home.

"Alright, then excuse me, sir," Citra said then slowly walked home.

In his heart he felt sad, because Andra did not keep his promise to come to his house and instead went with his friends.

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The next day Andra was preparing to go to school. Knowing his employer's son was about to leave for school, Mr. Bejo swiftly opened the gate.

"Mas, last night there was a girl who came here nyariin mas Andra," said Bejo.

"Who, Sir?" ask Andra.

"Oh, what was the name yesterday?" Bejo tried to remember but did not remember. "I'm sorry I forgot, Mom," Bejo said as he scratched the back of his non-itchy head.

"What does it look like?" ask Andra.

"Beautiful Mas, long black hair in ponytails. It looks like the same age as Mas Andra. He said one school but a different class. His house is also in this complex, the last house. Yesterday I saw him walk right home. When Andra was gone last night, he was screaming for Mas Andra, but Mas Andra was out" Bejo said at length.

"House in this complex? I don't have a school that is home in this complex. There's-there's just, maybe Mr. Bejo's in the ghost datengin times," Andra argued.

"The Ghost Time, huh, Mas? wah mas Andra nakut-nakutin. I have never been seen by a ghost here" Bejo said.

"Yes, I want to go first, sir. If he's here again don't forget to write his name in the guest book. Then if you take a picture of him too, let it be clear what ghosts are humans! Haha...!" Andra chuckles.

Andra then passed to go to school.

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During the break Amel and Citra ate in the cafeteria as usual. After that they separated because Amel was going to the teacher's room to take the task, while Citra was going to the toilet.

While walking towards the toilet Citra saw Andra figure out from inside the toilet boy.

"Andraa..!" exclaim Citra, when Andra almost passed it.

Andra who heard his name called, then turned and looked towards Citra.

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