Eternal Island

Dreams Together

Franky turned his head up, and unknowingly his neutrality led to a painting on it.

"Drawing?"

"What's wrong with that painting? It's kind of weird, but what's weird?" Franky nodded while scratching his non-itchy head.

Suddenly, Franky sees a shadow coming out of the painting, Franky turns up, he keeps watching it. The shadow was now standing before Franky, and Franky continued to observe it closely.

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On the other hand, Joko was walking straight, until his footsteps arrived at a gate.

"Wow, why meet the gate again anyway, uh but indeed this road will end up this gate yes, but why also yes, I always come here, ah I get dizzy," Joko said.

Joko also noticed the gate, and slowly his head looked up, and ... Again he saw a painting of a woman on the archway.

"That painting again, hem ... What's really going on, with that painting, how do I feel that it's different from other paintings?" joko Gumam.

As Joko was observing the painting, Joko suddenly saw a shadow coming out of the painting, but Joko was wide-eyed.

"Whatis that? It's like something's coming out of a painting, "his mind.

The shadow moved away from Joko, and Joko followed the direction of the shadow.

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Meanwhile, Franky was still observing the shadow before him, and slowly the shadow moved away from Franky. Because in the ghost of curiosity, Franky followed the shadow.

The shadow drifted further away, but Franky continued to follow.

And on the other hand, Joko still followed the shadow until finally the shadow reached the beach, and disappeared.

"Well, where's that shadow, how's it gone?" his guest in heart.

Joko walked sideways, and ....

Buggghhh!

Joko hit someone and almost fell, Joko turned to look at the person ....

"Franky!" yells.

"Joko," Iirih, the one he hit, who turned out to be Franky.

"Who, what are you doing here, Fran?"

"Why are you yourself, Jok?"

Just as Joko was about to answer Franky's question, suddenly the waves from the beach rolled and approached them, the two men were hit by the splashing waves.

"Aaaaaaaa ....!"

They shouted at the same time, and instantly the view darkened.

"Jok, wake up, Jok ... Fran, wake up, Fran."

A voice woke them from their deep sleep. And slowly, Franky opened his eyes, followed by Joko, they both saw Leon already standing before them.

"Huh? How bright, what time is it?" ask Franky.

"Seven o'clock in the morning, Fran, you guys are why the hell, if you sleep screaming constantly," wonder Leon.

Franky and Joko looked at each other ....

"Seven o'clock in the morning? The feeling I just took a little nap last night" murmured Franky.

"Same, Fran," Joko continued.

"You just got home, Le?" ask Franky to Leon.

"My questions haven't been answered, Fran."

"Eh, yes, Le, what yes hehe."

"Had you this, Fran, it's always been a long time, '" Leon said.

Franky grimaced, while Joko was still gathering her consciousness.

"You guys, why are you screaming? Who is the same?" Leon repeated the question.

"Huh? Yeah, I'm yelling?" Franky.

"Yes, Fran, hard again, and you too, Jok."

Joko was confused, while recalling, what dream she had just experienced.

"Yes, on washing your face, keep eating there, good food is ready," said Leon enthusiastically.

Joko patted her forehead. "God! I lost fast again."

"Yes ordinary, Le, wants to investigate people who cook every day, but fail to continue.

"Oh that, yes it's there to eat, keep bathing, replace me who wants to sleep, sleepy," said Leon who immediately laid his body on the mattress.

Franky and Joko get out of bed, and out of the room, Joko sits in the front room, before Franky approaches her.

"You if you're hungry eat first, Fran, I'll be later, not hungry yet" said Joko.

"I'll be too Jok, not hungry yet" said Franky then sat next to Joko.

Joko also told her dream, about the painting on the gate.

Franky was also gripped. "Not the same, Jok?"

"What's the same, Fran?" Joko was astonished.

"Yes our dream is the same" said Franky, telling him his dream of a shadow coming out of the painting.

"Couldn't be the same? Strange," muttered Joko.

"Yes yes, Jok, it's weird ... uh wait a minute, what's really going on with the painting? How do I feel that the painting is different from other paintings, like it is not an ordinary painting," said Franky.

"Not an ordinary painting, you mean that's amazing, Fran?" ask Joko.

"Yes, Jok, I mean it's like there's something strange about the painting" Franky said.

"Me too, I often dream about the painting, Fran."

"Tok same, Jok, I also often dream about the painting."

"Actually, who's painting, huh?" ask Joko.

"Where do I know, Jok, maybe a painting of one of the people who live here, or it could be a painting of the one who built the gate," Franky said.

"Who, Fran, built the gate? Not the builders, yes," said Joko.

"I was just wondering, hehe," Franky said.

"Hem ... eh Fran, I'm thinking the same painting, how about we investigate?"

"Investigate how you mean, Jok?"

"Yes, we take the painting, we check, actually what makes the painting strange," said Joko.

"That's okay, Jok? Later if it turns out that it was found out who made the painting, even we are mistaken for a thief, Jok," said Franky.

"Yes, too, but I'm curious, Fran."

Franky was silent for a moment, he seemed to be thinking what to do with the painting.

"I don't have any ideas, Jok, same painting," Franky lamented.

"Hem, you always have a lot of ideas, Fran," joked Joko.

"That if make a story, Jok, the idea is always flowing, well this is a matter of real goods, I'm confused how to."

"Yes, Fran, let me think, how, how to investigate the painting."

"Okay, Jok, uh eat yuk," Franky asked.

"Come on, I'm hungry too" said Joko.

They both enjoyed the dishes that had been served, after which, they took a bath in turn. After taking a shower, the two of them sat back in the front room, chatting.

Meanwhile, Franky, is ready with a laptop in his lap.

"How long do you make a novel until it's finished?" ask Joko.

"You mean, until it's over?" Franky asked back.

"Yes, Fran," nods Joko.

"I'm not sure, Jok, sometimes one month more, sometimes until two months are over" Franky said.

"Oh, keep one book finished, get paid right away?"

"Yes no, Jok, selected first pass or not, if passed yes get honor, if not, yes get nothing," explained Franky.

"Oh, that's ... continue, your novel just passed, huh?"

"Ah not also, Jok, this I can get here, because yesterday-yesterday, my novel is always rejected by the publisher's office."

"Well, what's the matter, Fran?"

"Well, if only, after my wife's death, would I not focus on writing."

Joko nodded. "Now your wife has calmed down in nature."