Love In The Dream Realm
Chapter 27

The image tries to shift its fear by busying itself. He tidied his luggage from the bag into the storage closet. His books he placed on a shelf that ran beside the bed. For a moment it was able to make him distracted from the anxiety of being in a new residence.

Tired of his things, Citra felt thirsty. The cold air that night made Citra want to drink a warm drink to warm herself. The image took out a coffee sachet from inside his bag. Then decided to go outside his room to brew coffee in a public kitchen that was right next to his room.

When I got out of the room, there was someone there. The man stood his back to Citra. A man wearing a black t-shirt and knee-length short jeans. The image seems presumptuous to nimbrung because he still does not know the other host.

A slurrpp!

The man stirred his drink a few times, then gulped down his drink slowly and turned around.

Taps!

He looked surprised and took a step back so surprised.

Likewise with the same image was surprised when he saw the man.

"Lo .. ngekost here too?" asked Citra with wide eyes and immediately pointed at her.

He did not expect to meet the mysterious man at his boarding house.

Cklek!

The door opened with a denge

"Eh, who is this?" asked a young and quite beautiful woman who had just come out of the room next to the stairs.

"I occupy the next room, Ma'am," said Citra introduced herself while pointing towards her room.

"Oh, new occupants, huh? I'm Dinara," he said kindly as he reached out to Citra.

"I Citra, Ma'am," Citra replied as he replied to a helping hand from Dinara.

"Still in school?" ask Dinara.

"Yes, Mother. I went to school at SMANSA, " answered Citra honestly.

"Lhoh, one school together lo dong, Bim?" he looked towards the mysterious man.

The man just nodded in small response. "Gue go back first, yes, Ma'am. Want to do the job!"

Without waiting for an answer, the mysterious man walked past Citra and Dinara casually.

"Okay, I'll stay up late doing chores, Bim!" it's something that can still be heard by that guy.

He did not reply and just brandished his thumb without turning around. He continued his steps into the room at the very end, precisely next to Dinara's room.

"Wah one school with Bima. You guys know each other, don?" dinara asked as she stepped forward, filling the pot with water and putting it on the stove.

"Name Bima? tanya Citra who had just heard the name of the man for the first time was called.

"No, Ma'am. We have different classes. He's too mysterious and weird!" said Citra bluntly for her assessment of Bima.

"Ishh .. He does that if he doesn't know anyone. The first time here his attitude was the same as me. But, if you already know her son cool and good, really," Dinara said as she turned to the kitchen table. "You want to make coffee too, huh? the hot water is still enough to make one cup of coffee."

"Thank you, Ma'am," Citra said.

"Yes, the hunt is cold water!"

Citra and Dinara then chatted about themselves. The two told me a lot until the night got late. The two are getting closer because Dinara is quite friendly and sociable.

"Oh yes, Ma'am. The two rooms next to mine are still empty, huh?" ask Citra.

"Yes, Cit. But calm down, the residents here are all friendly. Maybe a little ignorant, it just fits at the beginning of the doang as a greeting introduction. It will get used to it."

"You mean, Mommy?" ask the image that feels unclear with the meaning of the words Dinara.

"Later to know for yourself!"

"Ish, make me curious anyway, Ma'am!" his protest.

"Buruan selangin his coffee. I'm gonna go back to the room first, okay?" his farewells were about to go to his room. "Oh yes, when in the room think positive things and do not daydream or often speak in the heart when again in the room alone," he advised while smiling before passing into the room.

The image fell silent trying to digest the words of Dinara just now that seemed strange and confusing. The image immediately dismissed the negative thoughts that had appeared. He doesn't bother about it anymore.

"His words are weird! Does he have six sense?" muttered Citra while returning to his room.

Drrt drrt.

Mobile Image ringing. There's a call coming in from his father.

"Hello. Assalamu'alaikum, Dad!"

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Cit, his wife Temen Daddy is pregnant and can not follow her husband around out of town. If you do not mind his wife would be entrusted to stay at home so that there is a friend if at any time giving birth. You can stay at home, right? what do you think,? agree no?" ask the father after explaining at length.

"But, well-," said Citra who wanted to explain if their house was haunted enough, cut off with the words of her father.

"Come Image, do you ask to find a friend so as not to be alone, right? this way you can take care of each other, "persuade me.

"Alright, it's up to Dad," Citra said resignedly.

"Okay, good night, honey. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Phone's closed.

The image then put the phone on the nightstand and lay itself on the bed. Though he had just occupied his boarding house, in the end he had to return to live in his house again.

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