KARMAS

Recollections

Now three years have passed from the painful feelings Mesya felt. He had also reassembled his shattered feelings even though they could not be fully intact.

Time that rolled so fast had changed a Mesha a lot. Although the face does not change in the slightest including the long hair that is characteristic of the beautiful woman, but from the attitude and speech he said is much different from the previous Mesya.

His mature attitude and soft voice now so spoil the ears of anyone who hears it. It turned out that a lesson he learned from just a dream was able to change everything.

"Papa, I'm home!!" The atmosphere of Mesya's house was still so quiet in the morning like this. Indeed, Mesya's plane arrived in Jakarta at dawn, so it was still quite early in the morning when Mesya arrived at his home.

"Messiah?? You're not going home to say??" Welcome the woman who still wears her thin nightgown.

"You want a surprise. Aunt how are you?? Where's Papa??" Mesya was looking for the middle-aged man.

"Papa's still in the room, up there. Papa you must be surprised by your braids" Luna said.

"Alright Aunt. I go up first" Mesya left his suitcase below and headed for the room on the second floor of his house.

The relationship between Mesya and Luna is exactly what it is in a dream. Mesya does not like Luna because Mesya thinks the woman only wants her Papa money. But after waking up from the dream, and seeing Luna's sincerity to her Papa, lingering Mesya began to accept Luna's presence.

"Papa, did Mesya come in??" Call Mesya before entering his father's room.

Papa Mesya who was wearing his tie was amazed to see the arrival of his daughter.

"Messiah??"

"Papa's Eve" Mesya ran to embrace her Papa. If in his dream his father had been gone forever. So the current Mesya will pour out his affection to his Papa. Before the painful breakup happened again for the second time.

"When did you arrive?? Why don't you tell Papa that you want to go home?? Papa can pick you up"

"Mesya wants a surprise for Papa. You see, I'm also very upset with Papa" Mesya released his embrace from the waist of his fat Papa.

"Remain?? This return of yours isn't because there's someone else you miss??" His Papa's temptation made Mesya speechless.

His father reminds me of someone right now. Since setting foot in the country, he has pretended not to listen to his heart.

"What the hell Pa, yes Mesya came home obviously because of Mesya dong's work. Mesya shop has been closed for a long time, so Mesya's plan to open again as soon as possible" Mesya did not lie. One of the reasons to go home is because of the button. Only one of them, of course there are still other reasons without others knowing.

"You keep dodging that Papa asks about the guy you like. You're time to marry Mesya. Do you need Papa to find Papa's business friend's son?? There are still many single people"

"This papa!! What is this son of Papa not doing?? Mesya can find his own soul mate does not need Papa-match. Mesya has just returned home. Instead of being greeted with joy even in marriage" Gerutu Mesya with his pursed lips.

"The moon is what Papa Sya meant. Papa han's..."

"Truely said Mesya Mas. He just came home but you've been asking him all sorts of questions. Let Mesya rest first" Luna was suddenly already on the doorstep of that luxurious room.

"Let's have breakfast first. You must be hungry, right??" Mesya nodded towards Luna. This time her stepmother saved her from her Papa's question which she had not been able to answer.

The day was getting late, Mesya who still felt tired from traveling dozens of hours just sitting in his room. If in the past Mesya always spent his free time to go out with his friends, now Mesya chose to stay at home. Especially his two best friends who did not go anywhere. Contacting him never. For three years they had not met.

Mesya pressed a few numbers to open his phone. The six figures that his thumb had memorized were quick.

"Wait, this number??" Mesya smiled wryly considering the combination of numbers.

"How can I be so sure that I've forgotten him. While I still remember clearly even still involving a part of that person in my life"

During this time it turns out that Masya never changed the password of his cellphone which has a combination of birth dates Bhishma.

"Today is the date..." Mesya saw the date on his phone.

Mesya's face was suddenly sad. It turned out that he could no longer pretend to be fine without the man by his side. Three years he spent forgetting his love. But that time is wasted.

"Maybe he's celebrating his birthday with his wife and son"

The shadow of how happy the little family of Bhishma was with their children and children was painful for Mesya.

"Why am I this hypocritical?? My lips always say that I am happy when I see them happy. But the truth is you're really in pain all by yourself. I'm just a bad woman who can't see their happiness.hiks.."

Mesya grabbed his bag. With those wet cheeks he ran out. I don't know where he's going to treat his heart that's getting hurt at the moment.

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Mesya's car begins to enter a suburban village that Mesya has never been to before.

Errata, Mesya has never been in the real world. While in his dream, he remembered the place.

Mesya got out of his car, he was confused to be on the same road as in his dream but the house and building he remembered in his dream was a little different both the color of the house or the tree around him.

"Excuse me ma'am, can you ask?? If Bu Wati's house is renting a rented house where is Bu??"

"Bu Wati the big gold loan contractor??"

"I-iya is right" Mesya replied because in her dream, Bu Wati was wearing a large gold bracelet and necklace.

"Now Bu Wati has moved to his new house next to an empty house at the end of the road. From here straight only later if it has turned left, well the house at the end of it was his house" explained Mother earlier.

"Okay, thank you very much. Excuse me first"

Mesya returned to driving his car slowly, he slightly forgot about the area because it really changed. But from the clue he finally found the house he was looking for.

The relationship is between believing and not believing. If what is in nature is just a dream, why does the house really exist and stand real.

Maybe the house around him has changed, as well as a new house that stands firmly beside him, but the house that became the place of his memories has not changed at all.

"Excuse me"

Tok.dok..

Mesya knocked on the door of the new house owner slum.

"Yes??" Mesya remembered very well the woman who opened the door for him.

"With Bu Wati yes, the owner of the house next door"

"Yes right, what is it??" Bu Wati looked at Masya from head to toe. Once stunned by the beauty and also the appearance of Mesya that shows people from the upper class.

"Look Mom, it looks like the house next door is still empty, can I see it Mom??"

"Sorry Neng, actually the house was bought by people three years ago. But the one who got never came here and the key is still there the same me. So I do not dare if you want to see that it is no longer my home" replied Bu Wati with a bad heart.

"I beg Mom, I promise I'll just be a minute"

Bu Wati looks to think for a moment, but he seems to remember the look of his eyes that are slightly enlarged.

"If you can know who Neng is??"

"I'm Mesya Bu"

"Neng Mesya??" Bu Wati asked as if surprised by the name.

Mesya did not know why when Mesya mentioned his name, Bu Wati immediately gave the key to the house to Mesya. And now Mesya has stepped into the house. The house inside was full of sad memories of him.

Everything was exactly as it was in his memory. Reot bamboo chairs and rooms that do not rest easy mattress.

"If in the real world, I'm not necessarily capable of all this. Fortunately I was still given the opportunity to regret my actions before I reaped karma from my crimes"

Nesya rubbed the tears that were dripping on her cheeks when she saw the dining table that had nothing on it. At that time up there was only rice and fried tempe as a menu every day. All that pain was back he felt at this moment.

Mesya stepped again into the living room. His memory goes back to the time when Bhishma filled the house with new things, a television-padded sofa and more.

Until Mesya again saw when Bhishma made his feet as a cushion of his head. In the dream, Mesya was so happy when finally the man he loved returned his love.

"But all of that was just Mesya's dream. Dreams that feel so real and unreasonable" muttered mesya to his feelings who returned to wander to find the owner.

Mesya was still at home, looking at every corner that left memories for him, until the sound of footsteps like someone running approached him.

"Huh.huh.huh..huh..." The sound of someone adjusting his breath made Mesya turn his body.