Love In The Dream Realm
Chapters. 44

Dusk in the morning implies a glimmer of light coming in from the cracks of the window. Citra was still quietly curled up under the blanket from dawn.

"Cit, what's breakfast?" ask Dinara while sitting on the edge of the mattress.

"So you eat, I want to sleep again, Ma'am," Citra said without opening her eyes. He was still unmoved under the thick blanket that covered his entire body.

"Aren't you going to school?" ask Dinara again.

"No, Ma'am. I'm not feeling well!" answer Citra reasoned.

"Well, I'm out for a minute, okay?"

"Hmm ...," muttered Citra.

Dinara then came out of the room and went down the stairs. He walked forward. Not far from the boarding place there is a stall that peddles various side dishes and vegetables in the style of home cooking.

"Mom, you want two packs of rice, okay?" dinara told the warung guards.

"Yes, Mother. Wait a minute, yeah!" said the middle-aged woman.

Dinara nodded then sat on one of the benches available to shoppers who wanted to eat on the spot.

Suddenly someone patted him on the back.

"Eh ...!" pekik surprised.

"Sir, buy breakfast really don't rhyme!" bima said while sitting on a bench beside Dinara.

"You've got to know, Bim!" dinara said while stroking his chest.

"Ngalamun anyway, Ma'am. Imagery doesn't come?" bima asked when he did not see the existence of Citra.

"Ciyee .., how loud is nothing, Bim. Here is what I am!" Dinara Goda.

"What the hell, Ma'am. If it's obvious why you should try!" bima Refutation.

"Yes, yeah. Hehehe ...!" dinara replied, giggling. "Partners are not feeling well anymore. He said ntar also did not go to school first," he said.

"He sick?" Bima immediately turned towards Dinara.

"She cried a lot. I don't think he can sleep late either. At dawn I saw him sleep. I think he keeps thinking about his problem. Poor him ...," Dinara explained.

"Actually from my view there is something unnatural from the conflict that occurs in his family, Ma'am," said Bima lirih.

"It's not fair what do you mean, Bim?" ask Dinara curiously.

"Sir, this is the rice I have wrapped," said the shop keeper while handing over a small bag of crackle to Dinara.

"Oh yeah, how much, Mom?"

"Twenty thousand, Ma'am."

Dinara handed over a twenty-thousand note to the shopkeeper. "Here, Mom."

"Thank you, Ma'am!"

Dinara smiled then turned around to leave. "Bim, you owe me an explanation of what you said just now with me. This morning I have a consul appointment with the lecturer, if later in the afternoon I have not come home and you have come home, you buy him lunch, huh?" Dinara's orders.

"Well, Ma'am. Later if the laper will also start eating alone!" reject Bima.

"Oh my goodness, Bim. Women if the heartache again will not want to eat keinget. You want, later wronged ortunya if until Citra why-not?" hashe Dinara.

"It is precisely they who are the most guilty in this matter, Ma'am!" sulcan Bima's.

Dinara no longer chimed. He then left the shop and returned to his boarding house.

Arriving in the room turned out Citra looks already shower. His face looked fresh despite the swelling around his eyes.

"Well, here's a closer look, Cit," Dinara said as she entered her room. "Now, I bought some liquet rice for breakfast!"

"Thank you, Ma'am. Sorry troublesome! InsyaaAllah later I will find another boarding place so as not to disturb you, Ma'am," Citra said with a soft look.

"That's nothing to think about. You can stay here until you feel better and ready to go home, lo, Cit. This room I often stayed in. If you are here it is not in vain to pay the cost," joked Dinara.

"Thank you, Ma'am!"

"Yes, hunt in the tomb first! the heart may hurt, but the stomach must remain filled so that it can think! If the brain follows the devil's control later."

"Well, don't think hard when your heart is in a state of turmoil!" dinara warned.

The image fell silent thinking about Dinara's words. He remembered his mother. What about the current state of the mother, and what actually makes the mother ready for honey?

The image became very curious and wondered what really happened to the mother, to approve the father to marry Mila.

"Cit, Bima is actually a good boy. He was more silent because it was his way of protecting himself" Dinara said.

"Protect himself? protect from what, Ma'am?" ask Citra.

"Just try to talk to each other and try to make friends. You're the same age, who knows, you can help each other."

"But he never answered my question, Ma'am. And often even make sprains," Citra said.

"She needs friends, too, you know. If you feel comfortable with someone, he will certainly tell his own story without being asked" Dinara said.

The story is actually also curious about the life of Bima. Yesterday when he saw Bima riding in a luxury car, while he only lived in a boarding house, it made him wonder what his family background was like.

The image instantly recalled the middle-aged woman who was ushered in by Bima. The woman's home is not far from her home.

What is the woman's relationship with Bima? inner Image.

Yesterday while in the hospital cafeteria, Citra actually asked. However, Bima had not yet answered him. The image unbundled his intention to dig further when recalling Bima's closed and mysterious character.

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Drrrrt drrtt.

Several times the phone calls. It appears that it says 'my father' on the mobile phone screen.

The image ignored him for not being able to answer the phone from his father. The feeling of anger and hate came back when he remembered what he saw yesterday in the hospital. His throat seemed to be stuck to the point of being unable to speak.

After repeatedly ignoring the call, suddenly there was a message coming in from his father.

[My father: Cit, my mother is sick. Mother is treated at the RS. Please look at the mother, because the mother continues to ask you.]

Notification of the message can be seen in the initial display on the phone, without it opening the message.

"Huh, you're sick!" muttered Citra surprised. He became worried between staying hidden in this boarding house or going to the hospital to see his mother.

If he went to the hospital, he would meet his father and Mila. However, if he does not come soon, he is afraid that his mother will be thinking more when worried about his existence.

Citra then decided to return to the hospital to visit her mother. Citra sat at a stop not far from the boarding house. Luckily, it was not long before the bus arrived. The image immediately entered the bus when the bus stopped.

Along the way Citra more silent daydreaming while looking at the missed scenery outside the window. After about twenty minutes passed, Citra realized that before long she was almost at her destination.

The image rushed to reach into the wallet inside his bag. However, after rummaging into his bag his wallet was not found as well.

The image became irritated, destiny as if it was not on his side. It is precisely the misfortune of living alternately comes to him.

Citra was about to cry thinking she had no money. I don't know what will happen when the bus asks for his payment.

Sure enough when the bus came to him the image of the wave.

"Sir, my wallet is gone. My wallet must have been pickpocketed on this bus!" citra Untuk.

"You must be lying so you don't have to pay, right? beautiful to cheat. You'll have to get off at the front stop!" said the bus with a fierce.

"I'm not lying, sir. Sa-," Citra's words were cut off when a veiled woman held out a piece of money on the hood.

"Okay, thank you!"

The image turned sideways at the woman who helped him just now. "Mom, thank you for the help, you Sorry for the trouble, you. But, I'm not lying that my wallet is actually missing!" citra said convincingly.

"I know, I believe you."

When it came down, it turned out that Citra's helper mother also went down in the hospital. Immediately approached him.

"Mom, may I have a cell phone number, you? later when I already have the money I'll return the money, you."

The woman reached for her business card and handed it to Citra. "No need to replace, son. I'm sincere. If you have time to go to my family's cottage!" mutilate.

"Good, Mom. Thanks again for the help."

"Together, Son. When there is a problem do not dream much, yes! Be sad enough as necessary and behave accordingly. Each person will be tested with their own life problems. It remains how we react to it so that the problem is resolved correctly. Not by running away from problems."

"Try to be sincere, because everything that happens is by God's will. Perhaps it is God's way of testing how much we believe in Him. Leave everything to God, and ask Him for help."

He said while gently rubbing Citra's shoulder. "I, excuse me!"

The image nodded while smiling at the mother. After the mother died, she was still silent to digest the words of the mother.

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