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Have a Nice Dream, Kanya

Renzana Alcatraz

Almost at 05.00 pm when the LF social service activities are completed. The tired faces of the volunteers were avenged as the flood victims thanked him with bright smiles. Even the little children who live in refugee camps seem unwilling when they have to part with us. More precisely with Kanya.

They whined when Kanya said goodbye and asked the woman to read the story even longer. Mas Andre even chuckled if Kanya could stay in the barracks until the boys were satisfied playing with her. Of course Kanya refused. I know, that woman must be very tired after a day of being the center of attention.

"Thank you, it's good that Araz intends to step on you. Otherwise, we don't know how to handle the kids. Even though they had promised that there would be a marionet show, but it failed. Bener-help you can bewitch them," said Mas Andre let go of our departure.

Before driving her back to the apartment, I deliberately invited the woman to eat with the LF team. In my heart I hope, there will always be a moment where Kanya is present as my partner when there is a company event. For that, I'll start training from now on.

"Sama-sama Mas Andre, the dinner is good. Can dong next time be treated again," he said without hesitation.

"Can, can. I will also be cool if you want to come to the office. Relax, no need to worry. Hanung also met me. He also often helps fashion division photoshoots."

"Okay ready Mas. Will definitely stop by if around LF. It was nice to ask for a lunch treat," Kanya said in response to Mas Andre's offer with a laugh. Among them, I was like an invisible object that seemed insignificant in its presence.

"Haha... Yes, it is important to call if you want to stop by. It's back there. Tired of it looks. Don't you come by, Raz. This guy's kid. Dihalalin used to be invited to go."

"Finally, I was standing here talking to you too. Beres is Mas, he will I deliver to the destination. Guaranteed safety," I said as I led Kanya to leave Mas Andre.

If only we had stayed, I'm sure the man who already had three children, would have asked Kanya to tell me a longer story.

"Huuffttt. was quite tired as well as it turned out," complained Kanya when entering the car.

"Well, you give all the wishes of that many little boy. Sori yes, there should be a marionet community that can lighten your burden. Uh, they're canceled because there's more important sudden business."

"It's okay, than I don't think it's stressful. It's also time to use it for useful things."

Sometimes Kanya yawns and jerks her head. His face looks tired after the social service held by LF. Previously we did not expect if the children of flood victims liked the fairy tale that Kanya brought and asked the woman to repeat it again and again. Not infrequently Kanya had to read another storybook to meet the enthusiasm of the boys who exploded never subsided.

I noticed Kanya's face that was now starting to sink in the seat on my left side. No more confused faces that look cute in bear pajamas I met this morning. Ah, if you remember the events of this morning, it was very anxious to see the 25-year-old woman still wearing the pajamas of the bear character that wrapped all over her body.

I subconsciously smiled watching Kanya's peaceful face in her sleep. He even snored even though slowly. His body curled up in the narrow passenger seat.

Wonderful, how can he sleep so soundly when there is a stranger next to him? What if it happened while he was riding in a public vehicle and his driver was acting disrespectful while he was sleeping? Well, even if it could have been one to ten, it still can't be justified.

I took those bad thoughts out of my mind. Just thinking about it makes my heart suddenly hot and determined not to let Kanya ride in public transportation alone. Especially at night.

Sometimes I watch Kanya move uncomfortably. Maybe he felt cold. After I observed he was wearing only a short-sleeved grey T-shirt and black ⅞ jeans. Where does he keep the cardigan he brought this morning?

Without asking permission, I searched for the cardigan in Kanya's bag. But the result is nil. I can't find him anywhere.

"His, where's your cardigan? Let it not be cold" I said without intending to disturb Kanya's deep sleep. But the woman still answered him even with her eyes closed.

Although Kanya fell asleep still answered my question. My smile's stuck. How can there be a human as unique as Kanya. He can even talk while sleeping. I was wondering if I was trying to ask another question.

"Him, don't you want a burger? I'm still hungry, I guess. What about a drive thru?"

"May deh Mas, beef burger yes. Don't use cucumbers."

"If I were my girlfriend, would you?"

"No ah Mas, I'm an AFC bully again. I still want to ask for the treat of Mas Andre," he replied again with closed eyes.

I'm holding back the laughter. Even so, he kept his consciousness as I asked.

Without shifting my focus to the streets at the traffic jam, I picked up the jacket that was draped on the back bench. I always carry a jacket even though it doesn't work as well as it should.

I slowly enveloped the body of Kanya who was fast asleep beside me. The soft snoring made me believe that the 25-year-old woman was indeed already lulled in a dream.

"Have a nice dream, Her. May there be me in your dreams" I said as I stroked the children of Kanya's hair that covered her eyes.

***

The tiny clock on the dashboard of the car already shows at 11:00 p.m. But the figure beside me had not yet awakened despite nearly four hours of sleep. While I couldn't wake her up so badly. Even though I can't resist sleepiness. If I force close my eyes, we'll probably sleep in the car all night.

Did I take her to her apartment?

For a moment I thought of the idea of taking Kanya into her apartment unit. Worst of all, he woke up and could have accused me of doing something he wasn't. Waiting for him to wake up doesn't know how long it will take. I couldn't interrupt the girl's dream.

It's been 30 minutes. There's no sign Kanya will wake up soon. My eyes grew heavier withstanding the sleepiness I could no longer avoid. So I decided to get out of the car and take Kanya to her apartment unit.

The bodo moment when he woke up, then found himself in my sling. I could've chuckled by calling it a big baby because I still like to sleep haphazardly. I thought I was looking for an excuse if it happened. But until I opened the apartment door and put her to bed, Kanya was not disturbed at all.

Is this the picture of a sleeping princess in a fairy tale? Who was only awakened by the prince's kiss?

Are really. I didn't expect Kanya to be the type of person who *****. Nempel direct molor.

After cleaning the woman's face with a make up remover - which was lined up on the dressing table, I covered her body. For a moment, Kanya was already so sound.

The corner of my lips is expanding. My heart feels as peaceful as Kanya does in her sleep.

"Good night love," I said I couldn't help but kiss her forehead.

So before I came out of the woman's room, I kissed her forehead to quell the turbulent desire in my body. The corner of my lips still holds a smile for that woman.