Sweet Pills
Chapters 11. Curiosity
Different soul with different nightmare.
Two o'clock, heading three. Unstoppable was the silence that greeted Niki back in her dreams.
He was in an endless dark alley, Niki's voice echoing, in the middle of the unguided pace of the vehicle, taking him somewhere.
He held on to the rider's jeans with both hands. “Where are we going?!”
The driver did not answer, he just focused on driving until they got in front of a giant glass. Niki's shadow was reflected there, wearing a white, ivory-tailed knee-length blouse.
Something pulled him back to sit down. Not a chair, not a sofa, but the lap of someone Niki never knew.
His voice rippled, “Where, exciting no?” so attached to Niki's ears that my feathers goosebumps too.
The same dream repeated three times, that means, the sixth episode is not the last!
As he was about to get up, rising from the man, his hands leaned against the red padded surface. Then, the man pulled his arm, taking him out towards the wooden house.
“Hosh.. hosh.. hosh He awakens. “Again? New episode again.” his hand was immediately looking for Sweet Pills. He wrote a larger sentence at the top of the blank sheet.
“Episode Seven: On my lap Si Mas.” highlights his eyes a little disgusted when He re-read the writing. “Stool?”
Ghost house?
Lala biang?
Graphic design building?
Bios..cop?
Niki's mind is trying to solve a new mystery, which is the location of her dream tonight, prime, at the boarding house of Bu Husna. “Even have moved the mattress, still diaperin Si Mas, haah.”
...∞...
Two o'clock, heading three. Someone was awake because of a sentence he had just read from a blue book lying on a wooden table.
“Each leaf has a different story. But the leaf of fate, will deliver the pieces of events when met with Twin Flames.”
He read one paragraph from Chapter Seven: Twin Flames is The Ultimate Level of Soulmates, page 365.
“This is not shirk, this is not shirk, this is not shirik.” his taste while scratching his hairless head.
Vijaya. He stood facing the mattress, ruffled his waist, staring at the ceiling of his room, breathing heavily.
His head shook repeatedly. Not merely to restore awareness, but so that the negative thoughts just now, disappear immediately.
The thought that made him hesitate to go through his crazy frenzy from a year ago, to find the Twin Flames according to the instructions of the blue book.
The open book on his study table, five fingers thick, twenty inches long, with the silhouette of two lovers holding hands.
He got this book as a gift for helping an elderly grandfather from the pursuit of loan sharks near the sembako warehouse, his former job site.
“A year already, and it all really happened. What happened to Niki?” He's still agitated.
He was thinking about how to get Niki to talk. If it is true that Niki – Si Twin Flames is – then, the round eyes that He often looks at when he meets the navy girl, is proof that Niki is surprised by his presence.
...∞...
A girl walked slowly towards the green fence behind the blue house. Brushing the wind, holding the cold. His cloudy mind, slowly returned clear as the sound of river water reached his ears.
Mackled eyes, stuffy nose, pale face, and crinkled palms, cold He held it for the sake of forgetting a moment of the dream of Dikaku Si Mas just now.
“Wijaya? Si Mas?” his eyes blinked between resisting drowsiness and being lulled by the cold wind before sunrise. “Padahan, just here raining all the way, why only now the recurrence?” whineknya, “Haah..” his head immediately looked up at the cloudless sky so that his snot does not flow as hard as river water.
“If you think about it, they are right. This time it was far away, what am I chasing until moving this boarding house? It's only one month's training.” his forehead frowned, “It feels like, something pulled me to this city. Something I really want to see.”
His eyes glared at the electricity pole in the residential area across the river. The spinning of the power cord was wrapped around randomly, dangling in length all the way to the next pole. Complicated, confusing people who want to fix it to make it neater. Plus, safety is also threatened if you touch it wrong.
Like his mind now. “How can I get back to normal? Oh my God, I'm scared shitless!”
He followed the map route from his cell phone. Arriving at the city intersection roundabout, take a straight path, then... “Duh, dang!”
The city is too beautiful, its focus is seized by the view of the hill that hugs the entire city, to the point that Niki does not realize she is lost, straying away from the direction of the map. He should have been standing in the middle of the hustle and bustle of street vendors by now, instead of in the middle of pastures and puddles.
“Sial, behind it through where?”
...∞...
The beautiful city is shrouded in fog morning until six. Wijaya pulled the blanket tightly, as his sleepiness had not disappeared. Before that, his mother called. His eyes immediately widened, ready not to be ready, there is a jobdesk Saturday that has been waiting. “Ah! Mischief!”
After the rush of morning prayer, he looked back at the blue book and opened the sixty-three page, italicized, with a pen of uneven thickness.
‘Semoea prayer must be answered. But, it's better at a third of the night, because it's faster terhaboel.’
That sentence managed to affect him again and again. Every day, he is happy. The prayers that were billowing in his room shot rapidly into the sky, twisted thinly into a red thread whose needles instantly stuck to the desired destination.
“I don't care, want twin flames or not, I just want my life to be better. My wish that had been dashed appeared again today. If you can, every day.”
“Wijaya! Cepetan!” again his mother called.
Chequelek
The smell of meat billowed, filling the entire house number three from the right of Cemara Street. Wijaya took three ceramic plates and three spoons from the aluminum shelf next to the refrigerator. “Ma, if you have changed. Want to make banana pancakes.”
“Again?” His mother clucked, his bachelor son was very fond of processed bananas. Lately, banana pancakes are a snack that He often finds on the dining table.
Wijaya took the machete leaning against the back wall of the house. His arms clasped steadily, pointing the machete at a bunch of bananas hanging on the left tree, near the wooden fence behind the house.
“Come on that?!” his mother shouted from the kitchen. “Ready! Make pancakes!” backbite. His mother just shook her head from the kitchen glass, peeking at Wijaya with a smile.
“Mama!” suddenly his sister shouted, “What book is this? On the table brother!” the blue book held him aloft while wandering around his mother.
“It's got your brother. Permission first, Adel.” greeting The Mother passed by just like that, The sister immediately ran to the back of the house to meet her brother, “Bang! This what?”
“Adel! Return it to its place!”
“Wlee~ “ the adek refused, “Mama! You have a weird book!”
“Adelia!” too late, Wijaya's hand did not manage to reach the book from the hand of the jackass. His mother was faster, and curious.
“Twin flames? What book is this, Jaya?”
...∞...
Towards noon, Niki managed to arrive at the last destination, his favorite destination, the bookstore. His legs were leisurely waltzing, rotating between one shelf and another. Dancing over newly opened and newly dipel shop tiles.
Of the many books on display, a brown cover book managed to attract his attention. “Speaking with Old Friends. Nice nih.”
Books that happen to be not sealed neatly, slowly he damaged more badly clear plastic. However, its contents were completely different from the guesses.
This book does not tell about how to open the topic of conversation with friends, but about the lives of fellow human spirits.
‘Roh was created earlier than raga. Each person already has his or her own acquaintance while still in the spirit realm. When they decided to be born in the world, several fragments of the story of life flashed quickly in his soul, a sign they would live in a human body.’
“Wah! Pulling!”
For alumni of science majors like him, books that discuss the other side of the universe are new things that should be known more deeply.
During this time, Niki knew him as a metaphysical science, a science that explains the existence of living and non-living things, space and time, and relations between the two.
But presumably, the book he was enjoying was specifically about the metaphysical elements that humans have. Spirit, soul, intellect, and heart. This book discusses as deeply as possible how fellow spirits get to know each other long before their bodies meet.
He then glanced at the price listed on the back cover of the book, “Two hundred and seventy-five thousand?!” his intention was immediately broken. His wallet was crying, it was thin. Perhaps, it was not his fortune to have the book now.
However, Niki was curious.