Love In The Dream Realm
Chapter.34

The image suddenly frowned and stared intently at Mila and her father in turn. He was astonished by Mila's actions to his father who seemed to know very well what his father did not like.

For a moment, everything was silent. As if to understand what was in the mind of her daughter who stared intently at father and Mila, mother immediately straightened.

"Previous before pregnancy, Aunt Mila is taking care of catering to eat all employees. So Aunt Mila is poultice with the taste of each team including what the A likes and what the B does not like," the mother explained about the anxiety seen from the eyes of Citra.

"I myself planned the menu and jumped straight into the kitchen to prepare the food, Citra. And it's routine every day" said Mila explained her previous work.

"So Auntie cook dong?" cecar Citra wants to know.

"certain. You can learn to cook from Aunt Mila, honey!" mother said while holding her daughter's shoulder while smiling.

"Yes, Citra. Tomorrow we cook together, huh, Citra?" said Mila kindly trying to familiarize himself with Citra.

The image began to feel calm and trust in the words of the mother. Citra nodded and felt relieved that her assumption about Mila was not true.

After eating with Citra helped her mother clean the dining table and wash the dishes. His favorite moment is spending time with his mother. Even if they just do homework together.

When everything was done Mother held both shoulders Citra and looked fixed to her daughter's face. Attached her daughter's hair dangling covered part of her daughter's face.

"Your image is big, you can take care of yourself, son. You have to be a strong and independent boy, honey!" said mother with a smile but the look of her eyes look sad.

"Ungrown image, Mother. The image still needs to be pampered Mother as before when Citra was a child!" The image splashed into his bunda arms spoiled.

"Eh, embarrassed dong bertar again want to be a student, right? the time is still this sagging like a child Kindergarten ..," said mother while rubbing Citra's back gently.

"Biarin, Citra tuh kangen same Mother. Mother did not miss the same image for days did not meet Citra?"

"Of course the mother is kangen, but Citra knows 'is the state of Mother who requires days outside the city?" said mother while breaking her embrace. "Remember the message of Mother, Citra never leave prayers, still be a good child to parents, and, believe that what Mother and father do is the best thing we try to do for the good of all of us."

The image nodded its head obediently. Although sometimes feel annoyed at being left at home alone, but Citra believes everything her parents do must have a strong reason. So with a heavy heart mother and father prefer to let Citra stay alone.

Everyone will be faced with life choices that are quite difficult, but all of that certainly does not escape the destiny that has been outlined by God for us to go through. That maybe something is a good thing that we will get someday.

After that Citra approached her father who was watching a football show on television. While the mother chose to go into her room, to rest.

"Well, how many days at home?" ask Citra.

"Tomorrow afternoon Father and mother must return to Surabaya, Cit. You're fine at home, aren't you, Mila? if there's anything tell dad!" father message.

"Yes, Dad. Citra will try to make Aunt Mila feel comfortable living here with Citra. Dad, believe me the same, Citra!" caina assured her father.

"Thank you, Citra. Proud father you grew up independently and became a good son," said the father then gently rubbed the shoots of his daughter's head. "Later, during school holidays I'll try to take the time to vacation together, huh?"

"Are you, Dad?" The image seemed enthusiastic to hear the words of his father. He had not felt the name of a vacation with family for a long time.

"Yes, God willing, I will try to take time off on weekends and we will go on vacation together!" I said my father tried to comfort his daughter.

Citra felt very happy in her heart, because there was rarely a time both this warm and spoke from heart to heart with both parents. Previously the image was not this calm and always surly. The ends even quieted each other after arguing with his parents.

Chequek!

Mila's room door opened. Mila looked outside the room and then closed the door to her room again.

"Lhoh, still on TV, huh?" said hello.

"Yes, Aunt. I thought Aunt was sleeping" Citra said.

"Yes, Citra. I slept tired, but woke up wanting to go to the bathroom. Excuse me, I don't care!" Mila immediately went to the bathroom next to the kitchen, because there was no bathroom in her room.

"Well, image to the room first huh? want to do the job."

"Yes, Cit. I'll rest soon too. It feels like my father's body aches all after driving for hours from Surabaya," said the father.

The image then moved into his room. Arriving in Citra's room sat at her study desk to do her schoolwork.

Until the night got late at 22:00 Citra just finished learning. The image evaporates several times when it starts to get sleepy. He immediately tidied his stationery and book into his backpack.

Nah!

Because of the drowsiness Citra to drop the pen she was holding until lying on the floor. Without looking down Citra grabbed the falling pen by extending her right hand. Not even his hand reached the floor, but he felt that someone had extended the pen to him.

The shocked image immediately turned to the bottom to ascertain who had held out the pen.

However, he did not find anyone there. Citra has even been looking for him to every corner of his room also under the bed, but nil. There was no figure in his room other than himself.

The image immediately creeps when you think back to the words of Dinara. About the figure of the white-robed woman who followed him. Without Babibu Citra immediately shot out of his room.

Looks like the middle room is quiet and pitch-black. His father was no longer there. Even the lights have been turned off and leave only a glimmer of dim light that comes from the reflection of window glass illuminated by moonlight.

Tok tok!

"Mother ..., Bun ...!" call Citra in front of her parents' room door.

However, there is no truth from within. The image that felt unsettled was in the darkness involuntarily pressing on the doorknob of the mother's room.

Cklek!

The door opened and saw the mother lying on the bed alone in her room.

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