In Her Eyes, That Girl Is An Angel

Episode 1's

☆ 21 October ☆

This morning the girl returned to work as usual. Looks like his condition has improved. He also returned to work, not trailing the girl, keeping her from getting hurt by a fingertip - as I feared, considering that she was such a person.

This morning Brother attended a meeting in the middle of nowhere in Europe. I asked Ayesha, where Brother had a meeting, whether in Germany, or in England. Lately he has been a hobby there. Maybe because my mom was there? I also don't really care, just worried that last year's events repeated, when the British Empire asked him to come back, making Brother half-dead hassles.

But you know what he's answering? The girl just shook her head, not even knowing that Big Brother went to Europe this morning, because it looks like they have an appointment to meet later in the afternoon. I was actually just asking, but the answer made me fall silent unexpectedly.

Isn't that natural for him to know? How could you not tell him? Didn't the girl ask? Did he really not ask Brother about his agenda?

This time I realized one thing. Yes, it seems like the girl still can't love Big Brother. It seems in my best friend's eyes, Big Brother is still just a co-worker, a friend perhaps? Does the girl know how much you love her.. Did he know that Brother was worried about him..

Little book... Actually, do I need to help my brother to get Aisyah's heart? It seems like this is the time of the appearance of a great sister who will save the love story of the rigid Prince. I guess being a hero isn't a bad idea either, is it?

Oh. and also, last night I had a dream. A long dream. It's not really about that weird couple, but it's been bothering me all day, so I'm gonna write it down. In the dream, I saw Rahma. We all got together, eight people, like three years ago at the start of 7MGT. It made me miss Rahma again so much, missing those moments. We laughed together, worked together. Memories that last only a few months.

In my dream, Rahma somehow gave a sad look. He was a person who was very similar to Aisyah, they almost never showed sadness in front of others. So, that look in my dream was so painful, so foreign to me.

In the midst of our togetherness in the dream, suddenly Rahma seemed to choke. Body's shaking. I don't know how to write it, but from his chest came blood. We were all surprised. At first I thought it was a bullet stuck in his chest, but it wasn't. It's like.. injections?

Except Aisha - whose seat is closest to Rahma. Yes, the girl is like the winged angel. His hand finally managed to reach the injection. Blood flowed from his hands as he tried to touch the injection on Rahma's chest. At that moment, I suddenly realized there was something strange about the injection. Like the toxic injections I saw when my brother was a doctor. I just vaguely remember it now, but I'm sure it wasn't a normal injection.

I cried out, to be the end of my nightmare. I still cried when I woke up. The pain, the bad memories of losing her back then, were vividly reflected in my head. We all know that Rahma's departure was someone's interference in it, but we never discussed it. It was like opening an old wound. And also, talking about it was impolite, when there was so much kindness we could talk about. Those suspicions were only stored in our respective hearts, along with grudges that continued to fade with time.

To be honest, I think I've really let go a long time ago. I thought I'd forgotten about revenge, conspiracy or whatever. I thought I had forgotten everything - that must be what Rahma wanted from us. But last night's dream made me realize that I wasn't completely let go.

My suspicions were, after all, but last night's dream was weird. At that time he was not shot by a bullet or any pain in his chest. From the diagnosis of the Hospital, the condition of his body is fine, except the organs in his stomach are damaged. A few years before that, his kidneys had problems and therefore he did a kidney transplant. So it makes sense to say that the organs in his stomach are damaged because his new kidney cannot work properly. Although for us it was suspicious because as long as he was with us he never complained of stomach pain.

I'm not one of those people who dreams a lot, because that dream last night kept on coming to my head. I thought about it so much today. About our long-gone friend. He who suddenly bled, something I vaguely remembered like an injection, he who was in so much pain but did not pull the injection, and we who could not help him. Also, the liquid inside the injection looks like that poison.

That little book wasn't a dream I could tell my friends, so I wrote it, told you about it. I think I'm a little relieved now. Tomorrow if I have time to spare, maybe I'll try to find out about his disappearance. Find out who tried to harm him. Find out what happened and how much it affected Rahma.

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