RUN
Albino Child

"No way!!" reza shouted in his sleep. He woke up in the dark. His breath hunting "It turned out to be just a dream. Nightmare!!"Not in the real world, not in the dream world, that damn Danton always shows up!! Shit!!"

Reza got up and turned on the study desk lamp. The atmosphere of the flight back room is dim - dimang. Reza looked at Dinda who was fast asleep. Looked at Dinda's face carefully under the dimly lit flight. "If you look around continuously it turns out my wife is so beautiful"Reza also realized that Dinda is a good wife. "I think I've been misstep"

Reza imagined that if Dinda was no longer his wife, it would not be this close he could see Dinda's face. There's no way I can see Dinda that often. It will all feel far away. Reza became afraid that he would miss the moment - the moment now. And it can't be repeated.

"Lately Dinda looks familiar with Mr. Danton. How can I be sensi if I see Dek Dinda close to Mr. Danton? If this is called jealousy, then what exactly do I feel for Siska?"

Dinda smiled in her sleep. Reza saw that smile. "Surely he's dreaming about that son of a bitch Danton!!"

Reza shook Dinda's hand "Dek, get up!! Deck, up!!"

Dinda rubs - rubs her eyes. "What's the matter, Mas?"

"It's morning!!"

Dinda glanced at Beker's clock on the table, "It's only 4 o'clock, mas!! One more hour. I'm still sleepy" Dinda turned her back to Reza and hugged the bolster.

"Can't!! Wake up right now!"

Dinda was upset half dead. He pushed Reza out of the room.

"Well, Deck?"

"Reza bengong - bengong . "Loh, Deck? How am I supposed to get out?"

"What's up, Son?" Mom's out of the kitchen. "Not very noisy

"Ah, Uh, umm, this is Mom. Dinda's angry again"

"Can't you?" mom scrunched her forehead.

"That, Dinda was angry because she asked for 'fuck' but I didn't love" Reza scratched the back of her neck that wasn't itchy.

Mom laughs.

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In the room, Dinda was alone. The aroma of the room space was still fused in his mind. Everything is still the same. Only the circumstances are not the same. Dinda realizes herself and Reza are like strangers even though the room hasn't changed in the slightest. Dinda dissolved in memories in that room.

When I first occupied the house, Dinda remembered every detail. Remembering the feeling of happiness despite being tired of a few things they both. The house was entirely Dinda who laid out. Including the rooms they occupy. The rooms are not too big but fit a large bed and a study table as well as a three-door glass cabinet. The window was only one, made of wood with old-fashioned models. The curtains that adorn the window are brown, Reza's favorite color.

Dinda sighed. To be honest, because he woke up, he could no longer sleep. Dinda threw a glance at the small shelf near the study table, the contents unorganized, messy. Usually he put the goods Reza needs there and always messy every time Reza took the goods there.

Dinda took a breath back. Recalling the last memories in that room with Reza. Memories that contain quarrels for the sake of quarrels. If you remember it all feels tormenting all at once. "Lord, I don't want to be sad anymore. Let's just say I don't have it"