Love In The Dream Realm
Chapter 4

Arriving at the school Citra sat languid on his stool. Amel who also just came near the Citra table.

"Cit, definitely not breakfast yet? it's very lethargic!" ask Amel.

"Yes, Mel. I'm in the same vein as Mother. Again, if you can't go home. I feel rich abandoned kids know that, Mel. You must be happy, Mel. Stay with both parents, have a sister who will keep you, have a brother who can be taught to fight! And I...."

A single tear escaped from the eyelids of Citra. He feels very lonely. He wiped away the tears that had soaked his cheeks and tried to calm himself.

"Don't be sad, Cit. Later that night I will spend some time at your house," said Amel although a little doubt.

"Yes, Mel? I think it's the best of me!" The image hugged Amel tightly. For him Amel was the only friend who understood best his sadness at the moment.

Amel grimaced without a word, in his heart he condemned his foolish idea. Though actually he was very timid, but why did the pretenders give the idea to stay at Citra's house that seemed haunted.

Jeez, how is it if there is a ghost in Citra's house? Oh Allah, please protect me, may the ghost not disturb me later tonight! his prayer in the heart.

As promised, Amel finally told his mother if she would stay at Citra's house. Lucky tomorrow is the weekend, so mom lets.

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After school Citra and Amel returned to Citra's house berboncengan with a motor maticnya. Citra felt very happy, while Amel along the way to Citra's house, she continued to worry.

"Until ...!"

The image turned off his motor machine, then expanded both of his hands upwards with a wide smile on his lips. He was very happy because Amel was with him.

Amel with a sullen face looked at the atmosphere around the Citra house from the front.

Good, too, but old-fashioned like the building, how is it? amel's grumbling in heart.

Amel breathed in deep air to calm the mind. Then walk following Citra to the terrace.

Everything will be okay, Mel! his murmuring in heart encouraged himself.

The image then unlocks the door of his house and walks into the house.

"Yuk Mel, come in, consider it your own home!" citra said when Amel was still busy looking at the Citra house building.

"Ehh, yes, Cit!" Amel immediately rushed closer towards Citra. Amel continued to follow in the steps of Citra until they reached Citra's room.

"Where's my house, Mel?" ask Citra for an opinion.

"Emm, good anyway, Cit. But, the yard is too wide so far away from the neighboring house," said Amel while sitting on the edge of Citra's bed.

"Yes, Sih. I feel that way too," Citra said.

"Once there is something, the neighbors will not be horrified if the yard is too far from this road, let alone you just live alone in the house" said Amel while biting his finger. From the beginning came he already felt that the aura of this house was indeed creepy.

"Said the father first when buying this house, so that if you hold a big event, the yard can be used, especially the living room is also quite spacious, so the father immediately likes the same house," he said while opening the closet looking for a change of clothes for him.

"Here, Mel. Choose a change of clothes," said Amel while opening his Almarinya wide.

Amel stood up to Almari. "Which one, right, Cit?"

"Yes, just pick it!" he said as he opened his uniform and changed the clothes he had chosen.

Tok tok!

"Assalamu'alaikum!" a greeting from outside.

Citra and Amel immediately looked at.

Amel who did not want to be alone in the room Citra paged to change clothes. Closing the closet door, then running out of the room following Citra to the living room.

"Wa'alaikumsalam!" say the image when the door is open.

Two middle-aged women who were the same age as their mother were standing at the door.

"This is the Citra deck? I am Anisa a friend of your mother and also from the foundation of the housekeeping assistant service provider," said the woman who dressed neatly in a pink skirt and blazer suit that looked elegant and dressed pretty.

Behind him was a middle-aged female figure also with simpler clothes but still neat and friendly looking with her smile.

"Yes right, Auntie. Let's go inside," said Citra invited her guests to sit in the living room of her house.

The two women walked in and sat themselves on the living room sofa. Citra and Amel sat in the other chair.

"Look at the Citra Deck, your mother had contacted me, asking to find an ART to accompany the Citra Deck who lived alone in this house. I brought the man. His name is Mbak Asih. He who will accompany the Citra Deck lives here as well as doing household chores. This Asih Mbak is trained and experienced, so the Citra Deck does not need to worry about the ability of Asih Mbak. How about the Image Deck, maybe there's something you want to ask?" anisa explained at length.

"Em, fine, Aunt. I think it's pretty clear explanation. Thanks for the help!" citra.

"Yes, same Image Deck. This has become my job as a labor service provider. If there's anything, call me. This is my business card yes, Dek," Anisa said as she reached into a small card from the tote bag, and thrust it into the face of Citra.

The image received it and caught a glimpse of it. "Good, Aunt. Thank you!"

"Then I say yes, Dek Citra. Assalamu'alaikum!" Anisa stood up and then said goodbye to Mbak Asih while pinning a few words short message to him.

"Good, Aunt. Wa'alaikumussalam."

After Anisa left Citra drove Mbak Asih around the house while explaining what he had to do. Amel also felt relieved, because now there are additional people who are at home so that the atmosphere becomes more alive.

Maak Asih then went to the kitchen to check the ingredients for cooking. It turns out that there is anything in the refrigerator besides rice, eggs and instant noodles because Citra has not had time to shop. Mbak Asih then only made fried rice with egg ceplok for lunch they three.

"Mbak Citra, this consumable food I just cook fried rice only. If I'm allowed to go vegetable shopping?" mbak Asih.

"Yes, thank you!" Citra went to her room to pick up the shopping money in her wallet. "Here, Ma'am the money! there is a stall that sells vegetables, Ma'am. So there is no need to go all the way, Ma'am," he said while giving a piece of money a hundred thousand to Mbak Asih.

"Well, Ma'am!"

Citra and Amel then immediately ate the fried rice. After that, spend the afternoon watching movies until the afternoon. While Mbak Asih went vegetable shopping at a complex junction not far from Citra's house.

In the afternoon, Asih had finished preparing food for dinner. Amel and Citra eat Cap cay kuah made by mbak Asih which is quite delicious. Citra is quite satisfied with the work of Asih mbak who is deft and satisfying.

The clock shows at 20:00. After locking the main door Mbak Asih asked permission to rest first in his room to Citra.

The image assures, then looking out the window ensures that no one will come. Afterwards Citra returned to her room to rest.

"Cit, there's a picture of a boy here. Whose picture is this?" amel asked while showing the photo he had found under the pillow.

"Oh, that's the photo I found in the back shed when I was cleaning this house. Funny kid, I want a little brother! unfortunately you do not want to get pregnant again, it seems," Citra said.

"If you don't want to make a boy, you're aja Cit who makes a baby boy!" amel Goda.

"What's? you want me to get pregnant, Mel. School has not graduated either. You told me to get pregnant who tried it!"

"You want to marry young, Cit. Just don't get married first!" amel.

"It's the amit-amit, Mel. Don't get rich. Ah, bobo yuk!" citra said while putting the photo of the boy in the drawer of his study table.

After that, they both slept in their sleep. That night Citra can sleep well until morning.

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