Mysterious Gus
#68's chat. The Abandoned
..."You're in front of me, but I can't reach you. It feels so tight on the chest,"...
...Phishas...
"Umma, sick Umma! Please Farel Umma! Farel was sick," in the white light, Raima could see the figure of her son walking towards her with a body of blood. His son's hand held his chest which turned out to be stuck with a knife.
Raima immediately ran over, but her steps came to a halt when their distance was only a step.
Raima raised her hand, as if cupping Farel's face.
"Son Umma why is this so? Home, Honey!"
"Sick Umma, please Farel, Umma! The knife can't be unplugged, Umma. Farel's chest is sick, Umma,"
Raima increasingly tried to reach for her son, Farel, who was currently standing before her eyes.
"No! Where's Farel going, son?! It's the same Umma! Don't go again!" Raima shouted as Farel suddenly became a grain of light.
Farel cried, his hands outstretched hoping that the umma could reach him.
"Please Umma, Farel is sick!"
"FARELL!!"
Raima woke up with hunting breath, cold sweat flooding her face as well as her body.
The disturbed Hutama immediately opened his eyes. Anxiety immediately approached Hutama when the wife's body shook in her arms.
"Why?" Tanya Hutama took Raima to a seat. With attention Hutama gave Raima a drink and wiped her sweat.
"Farel, Mum! Ima dreams of Farel in pain," sobs began to be heard from Raima, Hutama immediately embraced him, letting his wife cry as much as she wanted their son.
"Farel asked Ima for help, Farel said he was in pain. Farel's body is full of blood, Mas. There's a knife on his chest, "Raima's getting hysterical, Hutama's silenced.
"Istighfar, dear. Our son must be all right, our son is strong," only that sentence is capable of saying before Hutama again let Raima cry.
As a father, Hutama's condition is not much different from Xander's. He felt he could not be a good father to Farel because he could not know the true feelings of Farel.
However, there is not much Hutama can do. Not knowing what Farel and Tiam had done so that he could not find a trace of where they went, even Xander himself could not.
All this time Hutama was just quiet, acting calm. But his heart was not much different from Raima's. He was upset, worried and missed his son.
"Come tahajjud first, we pray with God, may our children be all right," invited Hutama after Raima rather calm.
"O Allah, You know how much I love Farel, You know how much I fight for it. O God, protect my son wherever he is. Bring back my son to us, O Lord. Give us a clue, where he is," only the prayer that Hutama always hurls at God along with his tears signifies that he is very desperate and hopes God will grant it.
***
"Lo why the hell, Sha?! From that day on, dream!"
The loud voice managed to pull Fisha from her daydream. Yes, it can not be denied, since his mind was floating.
Fisha and Clara are currently in class. There was a lecturer chattering in front, but now there is no.
"The lecturer's out? Matkul done?" Ask Fisha confused.
Fisha slapped her face in the folds of her hand, "My feeling has been uncomfortable since yesterday,"
"Why? Thinking of someone?" Clara's fashion attention makes Fisha feel cared for as a friend.
Fisha nodded briefly, "I don't know where she is now, how she is now. I'm frustrated thinking about him,"
"You're a soy sauce, Sha. Try to sleep first, if you wake up later will be more seger and calm. Sure if that's just your feeling, he you mean must be fine,"
Fisha nodded again and started closing her eyes. The swab on Clara's back made her feel comfortable and more relaxed. He prepares to pick up his dream realm, bodo time same next course.
"Gus?" Fisha's eyes were able to see the figure of Farel sitting under a large, shady tree. The man looked pale in his eyes.
Farel looked over and smiled sweetly. It looked like ignoring the saki feeling on his chest. Fisha realized that a lot of blood was flowing from there and soiled the white clothes that Farel was wearing.
"Nafisha," Farel's hand was outstretched, hoping that he could reach for the face of Fisha that was clearly in front of his eyes.
Tears become silent witnesses of both, about how sick when unable to reach a loved one who is clearly in sight.
"Why can't Fisha touch Gus?" Isak Fisha frustrated.
Farel smiled as tears rolled down his cheeks, "I'm in pain, Nafisha. Take care and be happy,"
Fisha shook her head strongly, "Fisha wants to be with Gus! Fisha doesn't want Gus to be in pain,"
"GOOD!! DON'T STAY WITH FISHA!!" Fisha immediately shouted hysterically as Farel's body melted. His hand was still trying to reach Farel's.
"I love you, Nafisha,"
"GUS FAREL!!!"
Everyone in the class turned their heads in shock as Fisha suddenly shouted.
Clara scratched her non-itchy hair. He followed the shame, "Sorry," he said and looked up at Fisha, whose breath was still hunting.
"Why, Sha? Nightmare?" Clara hands over the drink to Fisha.
Fisha did not answer, she suddenly cried. Clara panicked instantly.
"Kok cry? Lo why, Sha? Don't make me panic, man! There was still this lecturer," Fisha did not respond, she was still engrossed in tears.
Clara took her breath. If this was the case, there was nothing else he could do but accompany Fisha and rub her back.
"It's okay, calm down. I'm the same lo" whispered Clara and refocused on the course that still had to last for the next three hours.
"God, what does the dream of Phisha mean? Gus Farel is fine, isn't it, God? Yes Rabb, Fisha please, protect Gus Farel,"
"Fisha also loves Gus Farel,"
Tbc...
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