Love In The Dream Realm
Chapter 5

The next day after the dawn prayer Asih rushed to do homework. Opening the front door, looking at the still-dark sky made him disengage to sweep the courtyard. I don't know why the morning air was so cold and made the hair shudder.

Even though in the village early in the morning there are many sounds of chickens crowing and the activities of residents who want to go to the rice fields. Although the courtyard in the village is mostly spacious, but unlike in a luxury housing complex like this, which on the right left there is a towering wall so that it does not look like a neighbor's house. In addition to every house that must be installed fence, making reluctant for people to visit if it is not really there is need. So do not be surprised if you are in the city, even though neighbors but do not know each other.

Finally the door closed again, without locking it. I decided to cook in the kitchen. Because the vegetable ingredients he bought yesterday only a little and was cooked yesterday afternoon, so he intends to cook fried rice with egg ceplok for breakfast menu. Later if the sun has appeared new to the stall to buy vegetables.

While preparing the cooking ingredients, she slowly heard voices like people joking with laughter. Asih guessed it was the voice of her master who had already woken up.

"Mbak Citra sama mbak Amel was already awake, it turns out the children were diligent too, after dawn was already on wake. I'm lucky to have a good employer like that Citra!" murmured while stewing seasoning. Asih then ignored him and focused on his cooking.

Not long after the image went into the kitchen. He took an empty glass, then poured water into his glass, and drank it until it was gone.

"Morning, Miss Citra?" a Asih to Citra.

"Morning, Ma'am Asih. What cooking is mbak?" ask Citra.

"This is Ma'am, the vegetables are not enough to cook. I only make fried rice for breakfast menu," replied Asih.

"I'm helping you, Ma'am?" citra.

"No need, Ma'am. I am the only one working. It's Sunday, mendingan Mbak Citra the same Mbak Amel run in the morning, Ma'am!" asih.

"May you too, Ma'am. I woke up Amel first. I'll go to the room first, Ma'am!" image then left the kitchen.

"Hoh, how about a new image to wake up mbak Amel? didn't I hear their voices joking?" asih said after Citra's departure. "Ah, the voice of the next-door neighbor may be, just cook it again!" Try to think positively, then !continue the cooking show.

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Amel felt his sleep began to be disturbed, like something was tugging a small part of his hair until it hurt.

"Ahh..sick tauk, Cit! What a whim!" amel was upset.

The image that had just returned from the kitchen smiled, he guessed Amel was dreaming.

"Woyy.wake up mel, pray the dawn first there!" scream from the front door.

Amel began to squirm, when he opened his eyes to see the image that was walking in and sitting on the bench of his study table.

"Wake up anyway wake up, but don't have to tug at dong's hair, Cit! So dizzy with the head!" amel said while sitting on the bedside.

"Well, hair pulling? who pulled the hair? You dreamt of times, Mel! I prayed at dawn, it was 05:00. Abis lo pray we jog!" citra

Amel was about to respond to the words of the evasive image that had pulled his hair, he was sure that just now it was not a dream, "But---," New will speak already cut off by Citra.

"Udah, the hunt for prayer first there, the sunrise hunt tau, Mel!" The image encourages Amel to immediately enter the bathroom to take ablution.

Finally Amel according to him, he indeed had to rush prayers so as not to oversleep even though a little late. But, in her heart Amel kept wondering who had been tugging at her hair. It seemed like there was indeed another figure who continued to disturb him in this house.

The image has changed clothes and is preparing to jog. His long hair he tied the ponytail as usual. Wearing long sports pants above the ankles, tank top on the inside then he wears a jacket on the outside. She did not like to dress so openly that she exposed her body parts.

He saw Amel folding his face. The sign of Amel had finished fulfilling his duty.

"Ehh..wait, Cit! take your jacket, I put on my jacket. Gini is so cute, just for running doang right?" she combed her slightly messy hair. Then tie it a few times to leave a small mound on the back of his head.

"Now, jacket! Yuk, let's go!" He threw the jacket at Amel, then walked out of the room. Amel followed behind while wearing his jacket.

"Mbak Asih, we go jogging first!" shouts Image.

"Yes, Mother. Be careful on the road!" replied Ma'am Asih from the kitchen.

What should be careful is you, madam Asih. I hope when we go home you're okay, Mom! amel murmured in the heart.

"Come, Mel. The chunky!" said Citra from the yard when she realized Amel was still sitting in front of the door while looking into the house.

"Yes..iyaa...!" Amel immediately ran after Citra.

The sun began to appear, a tinge of bright light made the complex streets start to be seen. The fresh morning air seems to clear the contents of the head and encourage to welcome a sunny day.

Citra and Amel ran around the streets of the complex. Citra had crossed paths with some people who were also walking casually with family. There was a grandmother and grandfather who walked while holding a cane. Then there was a couple who were walking around while pushing a baby stroller.

A friendly smiling image to everyone she meets. He has not yet memorized the neighbors of the complex around his house, for that he tries to be friendly to anyone.

"It turns out running in the morning was fun, Mel!" abugn.

"Cit, it was 01.00 there was a big door-drilled room, lo. Denger no?" amel asked when he was a little away from home.

Amel thought it was now safe to tell him about the events he experienced at Citra's house, because if he told me near the house, he was afraid his ghost would come to hear.

"Gedor-gedor doors? I didn't hear anything, Mel. Mbak Asih may be the ketok-ketok puntu," refuted Citra.

"It is impossible that if mbak Asih, because it's just ketok-ketok without saying anything, Cit. Fortunately I did not open the door, imagine if I open the door to keep his ghost behind the door. Hiiihihh.. serem!" Amel looked grimaced and hugged his shoulder tightly with both hands as if he was frightened.

"Try me, later I ask the same as mbak Asih," Citra tries to think positively.

"There's Cit again, which this morning was not a dream yes when I said my hair was tugging. Really sick tau, Cit. If the dream will not feel dong, but fitting I see lo is in front of the door, meaning that the pull of my hair is not lo, but another figure waiting for your house, Cit!" amel looked terrified remembering it.

"Mel, lo hair hand-strapped lo times, Mel. Uda ah, uda from noon so laper nih, yuk go home!" take Citra while pulling Amel to go home.

"Hiiihhh, if you experience yourself, you will believe me!" said Amel walking ahead of Citra step.

The image is just a head bobble looking at his friend that one.

Arriving at Citra's house said his greetings as he opened the door, "Assalamu'alaikum!"

But there was no answer, "Where Mbak Asih ya Mel!"

The image then moved towards the kitchen, but no one could see it. In the whole room also nil did not see his new maid, clothes mbak Asih was not in his room.

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