Not Just a Dream
Assistance

Renata opened her eyes slowly. He stared at the ceiling of the room he was currently occupying.

"I am where I am" he said softly.

Now not only the pain in his stomach is felt, but also the pain in the left hand.

Renata turned his head and looked at the bottle of liquid perched beside the bed and then moved his hand upwards.

This is a hospital, in my heart.

For a moment, he recalled the incident before he fainted, the hunger re-emerged as Renata became fully conscious.

It was tragic, living among millions of souls, and yet, not a single person sought his existence. Sometimes Renata wants to die if he remembers his current fate.

Renata took off the intravenous needle on the back of her hand, grabbed the blanket that covered half of her body and woke up.

He lowered his legs and walked towards the door.

Her gaze stopped on the figure sitting and talking to a doctor, even though her face was already wrinkled, the woman looked extremely graceful and beautiful.

This isn't a hospital, I was kidnapped.

The eyes of Renata down every corner of the house are very luxurious, the displays that adorn look beautiful with a modern design. Some of the urns in the corner of the room were very elegant and classy, the sofa lined up in front of it looked very soft and expensive.

Renata went back in and closed the door, leaning his back against the wall and staring at the open glass window.

Should I just run away.

Renata walked towards the window and stared outwards. It turned out that behind the small garden in front of the room was a towering wall.

Forced Renata back to sit on the edge of the bed, he stared at the food on the nightstand, without saying he immediately devoured the bowl of porridge without mercy.

Door's open

Renata stopped eating it and put the bowl down quickly.

The woman he saw came up to him and clucked.

"Why was the infusion removed? You're not healed yet." The woman looked worried and gently stroked Renata's back.

Renata was silent, he swallowed the remaining porridge that was still stuck between his teeth.

If he's a kidnapper why good, he's just having a show. 

Renata stared fixedly at the woman's face, there were no features as he expected, some jewelry adorned the neck and hands and fingers of the woman who was now sitting next to him.

"Whose name are you?" the woman asked as she extended her hand towards Renata.

"Renata," Renata replied hesitantly, although his face was not that of a criminal, Renata was still afraid of the woman's purpose in helping him.

"So I found you passed out on the street, 'cause no one wanted to help, so I took it home."

Upon hearing that, Renata's lips published a smile.

"Thank you, Mom." Renata grabbed the woman's hand and kissed her.

"My name is Nurmala."

Renata nodded, now believing that the person next to him was a good person.

"Where's your house?"  tanya Bu Nurmala was enthusiastic.

Renata lowered his head, confused what to say, and finally shook his head.

"What do you mean?" tanya Bu Numata cupped both of Renata's cheeks and turned towards her.

The two look at each other.

Renata shed tears, he was confused where to start. Because his past is nothing that seems beautiful and there is only bitter that he feels.

"I don't have a home. I used to live with my aunt and sister Karin, but they treated me badly, I was just told to work to fulfill my daily life, I was also told to do homework, I was only allowed three hours of sleep. They're so mean and they think I'm trash."

"After a long time I was bored and chose to run away from my aunt's house, but I also did not get happiness but abuse, people I thought sincerely helped just use me, only, he just needs me to take revenge on his enemy."

Bi Nurmala grabbed Renata's body and hugged her, providing a resting place for the chaotic-looking Renata.

"Now I don't know where to live, I'm confused."

Renata is getting sobbing. There is no purpose in his life that is currently floating at the bottom of the earth.

Shhsttt

Bu Nurmala landed her finger on Renata's lips and stroked the tip of her head.

"Don't worry, from today onwards, you can stay here with me, I occupy this house alone, there are only nieces and nephews who occasionally come, even that can be counted as they are very busy."

Renata wiped her tears and smiled. 

"Mother seriously?" ask Renata to make sure.

Bu Nurmala nodded and then left Renata who looked radiant. After a few minutes, the woman came with a cell phone in her hand and sat down at the original spot.

"Hello, this is me Nurmala, you guys come home, bring some clothes for girls, he's about twenty years old."

"Okay, ma'am," replied a voice from across the phone. 

After saying all her requests, Ms. Nurmala pressed her phone again and stuck it in her ear.

"Hello ma'am, how can I help you?" ask someone from across there.

"I have a task for you, bring a beauty kit home, something you need to remodel."

Renata furrowed her brows then looked at her face from the reflection of the mirror.

Will I be the one to be remodeled, if true, what will be my face? 

"Tante.." shouted a voice from outside to make Bu Nurmala shake.

"You stay here, don't come out. Mother's niece is coming."

Renata nodded quickly.

"What's up, yelling" said Bu Nurmala, approaching the man who had been lying on the sofa without taking off his shoes.

The man snorted and buried his face in the pillow.

Bu Nurmala sat down and stroked the tip of her head.

"Kangen same aunt," he said spoiled while hugging Bu Nurmala tightly. 

The sadness was still clearly visible on the face of the man who continued to smile forcefully.

Bagas, he is Bagas Ankara, a man who a few days ago just broke up with his girlfriend.

"Tante knows that your relationship with Melinda ran aground, but don't let you get into trouble, aunty sure there will be a woman who sincerely loves you for who you are without seeing the treasure."

It's hard now, but I love hoping for a miracle.

Bagas lowered his head, staring at his ten clenched fingers. Although that was what his entire family said, Bagas still regretted the relationship that has been knitted for years. 

"Yes aunty, I know, but it takes time for all this."

Bu Nurmala stroked Bagas' broad shoulders and smiled.

"Tante has a surprise for you, wait for the play date."

At best is the legacy of grandfather.

"Tante is sure you will love it" he added, which made Bagas' forehead wrinkle.