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Nightmares

"Please!" Iyan shouted as the door of the house was hard to open, the house was empty dark.

Running here and there but not finding a way out, Iyan tried banging on the door for help. But in vain he did no one there.

"Hahahaha." that creepy voice echoed in the big room that Iyan was completely unfamiliar with.

Iyan turned around looking around and there was no one there. His breathing went up and down tired of looking for a way out but never found it.

"No, it's definitely not real." Iyan tried to remember if he was asleep before.

"Haha. You can't go anywhere." the voice echoed again, it seemed like the one who was talking was a large-sized person.

"Open the door, I want to get out." cried Iyan, looking up at the ceiling of the empty house looking around for who was talking.

There was the sound of the wind blowing around in the large room, the longer it got closer and this time in front of Iyan, the more powerful it was to suck out Iyan's body, the more, then it made Iyan's body bounce off the other wall.

Brugh!

"Agh." Iyan cringed down on the floor. "Allahuakbar" he said unconsciously because of his habit when seeing or experiencing things that surprised him to remember God.

"Arrghhhh." that horrible voice was right in front of Iyan. The black figure was increasingly forming, until it was clearly like a human body but had long and hairy nails, its eyes were big like a red glowing ping pong ball, its hair was dreadful and long past the shoulders, and it had long hair, his teeth are not neat with fangs more clearly.

"Astaghfirullah." Iyan was so shocked that he was forced to stand up and close his body to the wall.

The huge creature approaching Iyan raised one hand and started attacking. "Gerrrghh." his voice boomed along with an extremely ferocious movement.

Iyan dodged, trying to dodge and dodge the ugly creature.

Seeing Iyan manage to dodge, it even makes the creature more rampage Attacking and shouting. Iyan was overwhelmed, until long enough Iyan was tired and the creature hit his chest.

"Aghhh!" Iyan bounced on that wall again

The creature laughed happily, his head looking up and banging his chest showing that he was invincible.

"Oh my God, this is not real. I am sleeping and please wake me up, Allahuakbar, Allahuakbar, Allahuakbar." Iyan really asked for help while holding his chest that was getting crowded.

The creature approached again, the more Iyan heard and prayed the more he attacked, looked and hit although occasionally managed to be held by Iyan but in the end Iya lost again.

"Oh my God, I really don't know the way out. Show me God." With a breath that stings, coughs and gets more and more tight.

Soon a voice called. "Yes! Wake up!" slow to hear the typical voice of his mother, the woman who had given birth and loved Iyan was seen when Iyan closed his eyes. His mother was waking up seems right if Iyan was sleeping.

"Mother." slowly Iyan looked for the origin of the voice, opened his eyes, turned around while holding his chest.

"Grrrrrhhhh." the voice of the creature was again heard beating the voice of his mother Iyan. He approached and this time let out a red light in his hand, seemingly about to hit Iyan with a deep force.

"Allahuakbar, Astaghfirullah." Iyan tried to stand up and run, unconsciously stepping back and backward without knowing which direction, which previously only visible walls surround but this time there seems to be an invisible space. Realizing that Iyan turned around.

There was light, like a window. Iyan immediately ran towards the window at the end of the long darkness, despite being chased by the monstrous creature but Iyan tried to run as hard as he could and did not turn his head.

"Yan Bagun!" mother's voice was clear.

"Mother." her lips managed to say Mother's words.

"What dream are you, son?" mother asked worriedly, holding Iyan's face that was already soaked with sweat.

"uhugk, uhugk. Oweek." couldn't stand it anymore, Iyan spewed fresh blood next to his bed.

"Yan's Arabahfirullah!" Mother screech. "Sir!" yelled, mother called her husband.

"Drink Ma." pinta Iyan asked Mother to take water after rubbing her lips that still have residual blood there.

"Yes, yes." Mom went to the kitchen in a hurry, got some water and came back.

"What's wrong, ma'am?" Iyan's father and brother came in and saw what happened.

"Can't you puke Yan's blood?" his eldest brother Iyan asked in great astonishment.

"Don't know Mas, Iyan had a dream of fighting with a strange creature, constantly hit in the chest. Shortness and pain, keep fit again wake up want to vomit." replied Iyan wiping his mouth after drinking.

"Where have you been?" ask Mom with a worried face.

"Iyan's not going anywhere, Mom, just to Melati's house for a while keep going home" explained Iyan again.

Mother seemed to think, then looked at each other with brother and father Iyan.

"You guys eat?" ask her father to open his voice.

"No sir, just chatting, not drinking." replied Iyan.

Mother looked frightened, all sorts of thoughts were coming down on her fist, her hands clutched in confusion.

Iyan's eldest brother named Angga, took a lap and immediately cleared Iyan's vomit. She knew that her mother was worried about being seen from her trembling hands.

"Yan's pain?" ask me to sit next to Iyan.

"No sir, it was just tight" Iyan replied taking a deep breath, pressing down on his chest slightly to make sure that his chest did not hurt.

"You never dreamed like this. Kok can dream of fighting, but his injuries are real." his father Iyan seemed to think while stroking Iyan's back.

"Maybe Iyan is not feeling well, then carried away by a dream." Iyan didn't want his parents to be prejudiced.

"Tomorrow not to work, rest and check with the doctor first." suggested his father.

Iyan nodded, of course he also felt strange. Iyan was not at all sick or not feeling well, only when he woke up from a dream he felt pain and tightness. 'What exactly does that nightmare mean, does it have anything to do with Arka?'

"Astaghfirullah." Iyan rubbed his face, rearranged the pillow and went back to lying down.

"Mother pray first." Mom saw the wall clock showing at three o'clock.

"Angga will accompany Iyan." said Iyan's eldest brother, embraced by his father who then passed following the mother.

"If you want to rest please." Iyan shifted his sleeping position.

"Easy." Angga sat down beside Iyan. "You have enemies?" asked Angga suddenly, from earlier the look in his eyes looked at Iyan with a different look.

"No Mas." she answered slightly raising her pillow.

"But what I saw was. And he hates you." Angga was still staring at Iyan's face.