ENDRO, THE BODYGUARD

DREAMLIKE

"Monitorized... The mentari..." The bitterness of every name of his wife that emerged from his pale lips that night. "Starting..." Again, Endro seemed restless in his sleep. He kept delirious, calling out the name of his long-gone Martial leaving himself in solitude.

Clear circles flow thinly between the edges of his eyes are still closed. That night, Endro fell asleep on the balcony of his room. The rain outside still did not subside at that time.

"Montrolly..." He jerks. His breath sounded rough roaring, irregular.

Although the weather was so cold, but Endro's forehead looked shiny because sweat liquid had lodged there. Time and again he rubbed his crumpled face and felt uncomfortable by himself.

Endro smirked a little because he found himself just dreaming that night. But who knows, the grin was a pain that was very difficult for him to express to anyone.

"When it's just a dream, but why is the pain so real?" Own whisper. He squeezed his left chest with his right hand which really felt pained at that moment.

The Mentari photo he held last night was still in his arms.

He smiled again at the portrait of Mentari. "I'm sorry, Mentari." Whisper into the photo. Although he smiled, but his eyes seemed to be filled with tears of sadness.

"I'm sorry... I deserve to feel pain like this. I'm too greedy." He felt guilty.

Back, he rubbed his face roughly with his right hand. Endro's view leads to a wall clock that's rolling right over there. "Back in the morning? Oh Allah... I fell asleep here." His murmuring rose. He immediately stepped into his room.

Carefully, Endro placed the Mentari photo on his bedside nightstand again. He slowly laid down his tired body in that bed. His memory went back to the little girl in his dream earlier.

That little girl, my son?~ Mumbles Endro. Ah... So sweet of you, son... I wish we could be together for a longer time...

"Numm..." Endro snapped from his daydream. His memory points to the seventeen-year-old girl who was staying at his house. "How is he doing? Is he scared right now?" Endro looked worried about the girl. He returns to his real, story-filled life. The seventeen-year-old girl who was like a real daughter was made.

Endro got back up and came out of his room to make sure Nummi's condition. The girl who was exactly like his wife, was afraid of hearing the sound of lightning.

Arriving in front of Nummi's room door, slowly, Endro pulled the doorknob that Nummi occupied. He slightly raised his head into Nummi's unlocked room.

Endro flashed a faint smile on his lips as his eyes discovered that Girl Nummi had been wrapped around in a thick blanket.

Endro closed the door to Nummi's room slowly. He was already feeling calm looking at Nummi's state of being alright back then.

That night, after his dream had kept him awake, Endro had a hard time closing his eyes again. He even had two rakaats in the middle of the night.

Many times he tried, but he could not fall asleep again.

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The rain brought a question to my mind. 'why am I living in loneliness?'

He also scared me with his lightning and thunder roaring in the sky.

And in fact, he also hurt me with his cold delivery that pierced my bones.

But one that comforts you, rain. Your stubs that hit the roof of my house, have created a melodious tone to dispel the silence in my life.

You greet me, greet Peace through that rhythm in the slump I am currently feeling.

And again, they said there was a glimmer of hope after your departure. The rose in front of my house that had withered, she will look fertile again because of you. Like the beautiful rainbow that appears after your storm passes.

And I I waited for that moment.

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