SAWMILL
303. THE DREAMS?
Mr. Diran stopped by for a while at our house, then I told him what happened to me as I sat in the front seat ahead of Maghrib.
“Energi the person who claimed to be Gusta was still here Mr. Agus, it was next to the front seat of the house, hmm this energy was the same as the one in Gutin's room”
“Energi is great, the energy that I and doctor Joko had talked to, but unfortunately I do not know if it turns out this energy is Gusta who like to come to Pak Agus just then”
“If the one in Gustin's room is Gusta eh or Gusta's energy, why did he hurt me Sir Diran, I am not his father?”
“If about that I do not know Mr. Agus, whose name is Gharib it can be and happens without we can predict”
“The brain and mind power of that human can not reach such a thing. Humans can only think about the outside, but it turns out there are still many secrets of the supernatural that we can not think of”
“So Sir Diran can not guess whether the one who spoke with Pak Diran at that time was Gusta”
“Lho can Mr. Agus, I can only guess from his energy alone, because it is the same as the energy in my home...”.
“Only what was just this natural Pak Agus was different, he could be transformed into a big and handsome tall man, he was, it could be a picture of Gusta in the future if the current Gusta can survive and live up to the future”
“But another story if Pak Agus separated Gusta and Gustin, it could be one of them could not continue living in the world until adulthood”
“Now with the arrival of Gusta, does it mean Siran sir?”
“What came to Mr. Agus and said that Mr. Agus must leave here immediately and invite Gusta was a warning for Mr. Agus, and if not Mr. Agus carry out then something will happen to Mr. Agus and the family” explained Pak Diran
After I finished and explained what I was going through, then Sir Diran came home, tonight there is only me and my wife here, no sir Diran and doctor joko.
Tomorrow morning the homebuyer will transfer his DP to my wife's account, tomorrow morning Jay and Mr. Hendrik will come here. And certainly the two bosses did not agree if I left this forest area.
“Mas... let's enter the house, it's already night kok still on the terrace of the house mas”
“Iya yank, briefly..”
After locking and locking the fence, I went inside the house.no Gustin, only my wife was sitting on the sofa waiting for me to enter the house.
“Kok is still sitting here yank, isn't it sleepy yet?”
“Not yet, Tina is still thinking tomorrow morning, what will mas Agus say to Jay sir and Mr Hendrik if we will go from here?”
“Tina has not thought of anything else, which now Tina thinks is the safety of our family aja mas”
“Yes already mas, Tina wants to sleep, tired of the body Tina this mas, hehehe first time we have not married, not this bad, but now it feels tired”
“Iya yank, his name is also take care of home, family and baby, must be tired. Yes already sleeping there yank, I still want to be here first for a while”
My wife went into my room, it was nine o'clock at night, but I wasn't sleepy at all, maybe I was still thinking about Jay and Robert.
But all of that can be arranged. Not arranged the real hehe…
The living room lights as usual I turned off, then I went to the kitchen to make coffee, later, I could not sleep until morning.
Finished with the warm tea business, I again sat on the sofa in the living room while enjoying the loneliness of this house.
Quiet and dark, although not how dark because of the light of the roadside lights can still enter the living room of the house.
As a result of being quiet and calm, over time I became sleepy.
Half-conscious in a sleepy state, I felt there was someone else in the living room of the house, but because of the drowsiness that became so I finally fell asleep too.
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“Mas woke up mas.. it was morning, time to pray dawn” my wife's voice woke me up.
The sofa I was sitting on was a bit hard and the material was different.
“Mas let's wake up, Gusta is ready to congregate at dawn in the mosque pak” said the voice of my wife, but I have not seen the form of my wife
The situation in the living room was still dark until then the living room lights were turned on..
“Come sir, we go to the mosque.the fathers who usually have passed it sir hehehe” the voice of the boys certainly surprised me.
“Mas, let's wudhu there, after that change clothes" Tell my wife
“Busy, Gustin hasn't woken up?” ask the boy who took me to the mosque
“Not yet son, you will come home from the mosque and he is awake…. Come fast mas, already dawn adhan it” said my wife
The sound of the Adzan here seemed slow, not as loud as when I and my family were in the middle of the forest house. Maybe the volume of mosque speakers is being reduced or how
I was still dumbfounded on the sofa I was sitting on…
Where am I, why is Gusta my son grown up?.... Am I having a dream?
“Mas is wearing fast...” said my wife Tina who is currently very beautiful, although looks older than before, she brought a dress for prayer and then gave it to me
I just follow this strange plot I'm sure I'm dreaming right now, but I better follow it, I want to know what's really going on with me.
Quickly I changed clothes. After neat suddenly Gusta took my hand.
“Come sir.. Quickly, later we miss the prayer lho” said Gusta my son while holding me and opening the door of the house
The door of the house is open…
I was not in the middle of the forest house, I was in the housing complex, across the house and on the left and right lined houses of residents who were not too big.
Here I smell the smell of incense.. The smell of incense is very fragrant. after I noticed the ornaments of the fence and houses of the people here is different from what I once knew.
The fence of the house is made of bricks and the smell of incense, as well as the existence of a tree in each yard of the house…. I'm in an area on island B.
I'm not in the middle of the woods….
Some of the fathers with their children walked in the same direction, they took Koko's sarong and clothes for prayer.
“Good morning Mr. Agus” greet the fathers who are walking with their children
“Good morning also pak” I say back the greetings of the fathers
My son opened the gate of the house, then we both walked in the direction of the people on the road to the mosque which was not far from the house.
We were walking, and it turned out that the mosque was not far from my house. It was actually not a mosque, rather a mosque, just that it was bigger than the mosque I knew.
The shape of this mosque is also typical, with a fence made of bricks or whatever I do not know the type of stone, and arranged in such a way that the shape is very artistic.
The voice of the Adhan was not as loud as in his village of Tina, and probably because we lived on the Hindu-majority island of B.
Well mutual respect for fellow religious people may be the reason with not so loud voice adhan.
There are not many who do dawn prayers, maybe only residents of this complex only, but this is already a happiness in itself.
After the dawn service, Gusta took me back, he seemed to be a good boy, he was very attentive to me..