Anila For Anala
CHAPTER 9 - YOU ARE COMFORTABLE
Dumb light. Silence, unless the sound of water splashing against the floor wall. The source is from behind the wall.
For some reason, Anila's hand trembled violently holding a flat object. His breath was cringed, like a person who had just run a marathon.
Sweat as big as corn seeds came out of his temple, even though his body felt cold. The legs of the average-statured woman lost the strength to support her moderate body. He reaches for anything that can be held. Luckily, it was not far from the bed. Anila was sitting limp on the edge. Once, Anila's vision blurred for a moment, then turned around. It rotates so fast that the balance decreases.
Where is he now? Monochrome wall, wooden floor. Many times Anila blinked her eyes to restore the focus of her vision.
Little by little Anila's view began to clear. A tall man approached, he was not alone. The bright brown-eyed man held the hand of a woman. White woman with waist black hair. Who're they? Anila squinted her eyes to see the two faces more clearly. In vain, his gaze became blurry again.
Both the man and the woman, both said almost simultaneously half shouting. Annila was confused, who should hear.
The sounds at the same time were too dizzying. Plus the echoes caused by empty walls increasingly obscure the sound. Anila can only catch some of it. The man's baritone voice said, "Egois you!" While the female voice softly but piercingly said, "So you're delicious, right, .. just enjoy."
The tears made his neck hurt. The sound also choked so much his neck pain. Anila dropped the phone that was in her grasp. Squeeze the bed sheet to reduce the pain that spread throughout the body. "Aargh ...," lirih Anila groaned to endure the pain.
"Astaghfirullah." Anila. His clothes were soaked with sweat. His forehead was pulsing strongly. Anila tried to muffle by massaging the temple. Instead of disappearing, now his stomach is nauseous considering the picture he saw earlier. Anila set her breath that from earlier felt difficult to inhale. His chest is like being squeezed, unable to inflate perfectly.
Anila turned on the light beside the bed. Spreading the view around. Apartment, thought. There's relief there. He was in his own apartment. Not in that vintage industrial house anymore. The nightmare again.
Anila came out of her room, washing her wet face with sweat. Seeing himself in the mirror. By changing, it is not able to escape from the past. As hard as Anila moved away and busied herself.
A glass of bitter chocolate to calm the mind. The wall clock shows the number two. His head is so painful. He had been sleeping for two hours.
Something was uncomfortable, he was occupying something. Ah, ja. This parachute jacket. So tired, Anila took off and threw just the jacket onto the sofa chair last night.
Anila got up slightly from her seat, pulled the jacket, and put it back on.
Warm, but not ordinary. There is a soothing masculine fragrance. Anila enjoyed her comfort. Feel the warm and comfortable embrace of someone. Anila fell asleep on the couch. This time his sleep was peaceful. In the arms of the scent of Maliq until morning came.
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......Repeated dreams are a sign of what, huh? Does anyone know?......
...Sorry, short and compact, yes, this time. Although a little, but the author is more concerned with his feelings than the target number of words that must be in the post. May you also feel his feelings. ...
