Abnormal Metamorphosis
Chapter 26: Rosaline's Nightmare
That night Rosaline was restless. He just turned off the smartphone he was trying to activate. How many notifications there are incoming calls from his father and mother decorate the smartphone screen. The girl's feelings were not good, between feeling guilty already made her parents worry and fear of being separated from Grey. What am I supposed to do, God? If I obey my mom's – dad, Grey will definitely get hit and her bipolar illness will recur, I'm afraid she will act which is not – instead, Rosaline bit her lip. I love Grey, I don't want him why – napa. But my mom - dad?
Whether it had been a while, perhaps Rosaline had fallen asleep or how, the girl opened her eyes, feeling like she was inside Grey's five-story apartment, and was looking at Grey, but with a different appearance. Grey's hair looked unkempt, curled up on the bed, his countenance was pale, and he looked older than the current Grey.
"Rosalines...Rosalyn...You're home..." Grey jerked up from his bed, breathing intermittently in the midst of his sweat-soaked body, his eyes as if he was looking for something.
Rosaline saw the clock showing it was already two in the morning, Grey seemed unable to sleep, finally staggered – hermen down from his bed, like a person who was being affected by drugs, drugs, and drugs, slowly approaching the window of his room. A cold wind in the early hours of the morning soon hit his body when Grey opened the window.
“Grey! What are you going to do?!” rosaline's stifled screams seemed meaningless to Grey's figure.
"Rosaline baby, I know you're coming back...I know you don't feel at home silent on that red earth, which has separated our love...I know.." Grey's bare feet climbed up the edge of a darkroom window on the fifth floor of the apartment. "Rosalines...Little butterfly..I-i know..."
“Grey, I'm here Grey! I didn't come back from where – was, because I was always with you! Please, get off that window Grey, I beg you!” Rosaline started crying because Grey didn't even notice her presence there. Rosaline doesn't know what all this means, watching Grey climb over the edge of the window, as if to...Desiderate...
Nothing could hold back, as the night wind whirred with Grey's body jumping from the apartment window.
“Greeey!!! Nooo!!” rosaline screams blaring, immediately hunting to the window, wide with horror looking at Grey's body that floated through the window by window of the apartment building, like watching a horrific horror movie scene, like a horror movie,
"Papa?"
Suddenly – arrived a tiny voice sounded from behind Rosaline, making the girl flinch and immediately turn her head.
“Who?” Rosaline clenched her mouth and stared at the owner of the voice, a – boy who was about 2 years old, who immediately ran to the apartment window and cried. Her tiny mouth sprawled – bricks call name ‘papa’. Rosaline gasps, papa? Who do you mean papa? Does Grey? That brat?Whose son?Oh don't tell me he's that kid...Rosaline groped her stomach. What exactly is going on now? Is this a dream?
“Rosaline? Rosaline?” sayup – sayup heard the voice of someone calling him. Slowly – the girl's land as if awakened and opened her eyes and immediately met a look with Grey who was looking at her worriedly.
“Grey? Ye...You still..” Rosaline directly hugged Grey tightly – tightly filled with relief, it turns out she just had a bad dream.”Grey, Grey don't ever do that? Never have! I can't see it!”
“What’s wrong, Rosaline? Sshhs..Be calm. You had a bad dream huh?” Grey hugs Rosaline, caresses her, tries to calm her lover.
“Grey, Grey..” Rosaline still hugged Grey.
“It's alright, It's ok, relax.” Entertain Grey soft. “What is your dream?”
“Ah me...It's just so bad, Grey, I kind of see the future...Aahs..Maybe because I'm too worried about being called continuously – by my mom's – dad, so I dream.” Complain Rosaline.
“Dad – your mother? You turned on your smartphone?”
“Ya Grey, I'm sorry.”.
Rosaline saw Grey frowning hearing that. The young man was silent for a long time.
“It’s ok, Rosaline...I also turned on my smartphone, although nothing different, no one called me...Well, except the phone from Mr. Hendro..” there is a jealous tone implied in Grey's voice, jealous because he was not the slightest bit worried by his father, unlike Rosaline who seemed so noticed by his parents. Rosaline caught the tone of that voice and hunted – to divert the conversation.
“Maybe you're right, Grey, we can't hide continuously – continuously.”
“Yeah, one day, we do have to go back, but later, after we get married we meet them, so they can not do what – what else with our relationship.”
“Ya Grey.”
For a moment they fell silent and just stared at each other. Rosaline clasped Grey's hand in agitation.
“Hey, look, I made a good poem, do you wanna take a look?” arrived – arrived Grey said, like not wanting to dissolve with gloom. The young man showed me a piece of paper that he had just written a poem. “I can't sleep, so I made this poem, it's good, isn't it?”
Rosaline half-heartedly looked at the poem Grey had given her.
\=Poemies Want to Die=
No more
No more flying Butterfly
Dancing – nari warms my life
Longing to send your shadow into my dreams
Our faithful promise we will forever knit love
Our promise is to make time together
Gone!
Dupus!
With keranda.
Really am!
I want to see you in the grave.
We sleep covered in death.
Are not memories painful?
Rosaline gasped as she read it. What did Grey mean by making that poem? It's not a poem that can be said to be good as Grey said, it's a creepy poem, it's a poem about death!
*****
The day had gradually twilight as they arrived in front of the gate of the villa, returning from visiting the boutique to monitor the development of their order bridal dress. The shirt is almost done. Rosaline was pounding to see him, imagining herself wearing that shirt one day. Must be like a princess in a fairy tale!
“We should also book her bridal bed, I guess,” suggested Grey, when they got off the taxi they were riding in. Rosaline felt the proposal was too excessive.
“Ah don't do it, I don't like excessive. I like us to go through it with simplicity alone, Grey!” reject Rosaline.
“For you, it should be the best, little butterfly!”
“But, Grey..”
“Shortly yes? That's an ice cream seller, do you want some?”
Rosaline was about to prevent it, but Grey had already moved from the front gate of the villa, following the ice cream maker who was not far from where they stood. Grey, grey, Rosaline shook her head.
Just now, the girl turned her head the other way, want to see – see the view of the road that that afternoon looked so peaceful. Arrived – arrived a car stopped suddenly in front of Rosaline. Two well-built men, with shapeless haircuts, wearing black jackets, got out of the car and immediately approached the girl.
“Sorry, miss Rosaline? “
“Yes? Father who?”
“Nona should come home with us!”
“Ta..But whose father? Home where?”
“Do not be afraid, we are from the police, the parents of the lady who reported to us, this is our duty letter.”
“Oh no!” Rosaline simply gasped, staring at the nanar of the task letter that one of the men was pointing at.
Grey who just returned from buying ice cream, can only be stunned and drop the ice cream he brought, he said, when he saw Rosaline being carried in the car by two men and the car immediately drove without a second giving Rosaline or Grey a chance to talk to each other.
“Rosaline?”
