Love and Last Memories

Chapter 182: Nightmare

Long story short, which is where the Sultan has now arrived in his house. He then immediately performed his mandatory prayer service in the mosque.

Unlike usual, inexplicably this time the Sultan did not go straight back to his house again, rather, he prefers to stay in the mosque with the children who are learning to teach there.

When the Sultan saw the children, he seemed to recall one sweet memory in there. The Sultan was the same as them, often spending his magrib time in the mosque until the time isya greet him.

After returning home from the mosque, he contacted Rere to discuss the matter of his last meeting tomorrow morning.

Maybe tomorrow is the last day for Rere to see the look on the Sultan's face again in his small town before the Sultan goes back to Tangerang.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said the Sultan.

"Wa'alaikum Salam, how are your eyes Tan, healed yet? I'm sorry yes," asked Rere attentively.

"Aduhh .. My eyes are still on Re," joked the Sultan just wanted to make sure and see how much Rere cared about the Sultan.

"Don't joke Tan! I don't want to be invited to joke about this business."

"Frighteous starlings of you Re! I got nothing, Re, you don't worry about it the same as me."

Rere was relieved to have heard the good news from the Sultan. This was a bad experience for him as it had put the Sultan in great danger.

Actually Rere had thought that he would hurt Sultan's eyes more than what he was thinking now, and especially the Sultan did have some problems in seeing the hurup from a distance or even that from a close distance.

But, strangely why he can still look at the look of Rere's beautiful face like what? and sweet of his smile as mana.

It was a tiring night, the two of them could only wait for tomorrow. The conversation did not last long, so the two of them began to close their eyes and began to enter into their respective night dreams.

Again the Sultan was awakened from his deep sleep by nightmares that often came to him wherever he was.

He woke up with a slightly wet shirt, because maybe it was because of the cold sweat that poured out of his body.

Not only that, his face was a little pale, accompanied by a breath of anxiety that never disappeared from his imaginary realm.

It seemed like the dream was really haunting his mind realm right now, the sound of his breathing sounded irregular, his heartbeat was pounding, yet it wasn't too long.

"Astaghfiullah! that was Rere again being chased by a ghost, huh? how can I run first and leave him behind there alone" said Sultan who was entertaining himself.

Huhhh ....

Sultan took a long breath, he still could not believe his dream would actually happen again the umpteenth time.

The wall clock in his room was shown at 02:00 a.m. The Sultan could not close his eyes again as he had last talked with Rere.

....

The Sultan could not fight his nightmare, even snapping it he could not, maybe his insomnia would accompany him daydreaming out there now.

Sultan began to read all the contents of his book, he then wrote the worst thing in the notebook, who knows his purpose to write the novel can be achieved.

Since Rere was present, and since Rere accompanied the Sultan in his small town all the things he had never experienced before one by one began to appear.

An hour had passed, he spent that time unaccompanied by Rere, he just sat in an old chair of teak wood with the inspiration that was always used as a place for men's impingement, he just sat in the old chair teak wood with his company, the cigarette.

Huhc ....

Blowing the sound of cigarettes with pleasure he out without orders. The open notebook was closed again because he had finished telling his nightmare in the book.

Without realizing it, the daydream took approximately 2 hours, so that the chant of the azan sound has been echoed.

He immediately took the water and immediately performed his morning prayers in the mosque along with his father and other worshipers.

While Rere immediately woke up from his sleep because he also dreamed the same thing with the Sultan.

The sound of his breathing was just as irregular, his sweat was instantly pouring out profusely, the look on his face still not believing the thing that had happened to him this morning.

"Astaghfiullah! kok, suddenly my feeling so good like this yeah, after I dream of Sultan. Hopefully this is not a bad sign for me and also for the Sultan" said Rere trembling.

Rere immediately took water to perform dawn prayers in his own room.

Rere's mother had seen her son's footsteps tremble, the look on his face was subdued when he greeted her.

He did not hear a voice call from his mother, he was even more confused, whether Rere was fighting with the Sultan, but he denied it, because it seemed like Rere had other problems, he said, to the point of calling from him he ignored.

"Rere why! did he ever fight with the Sultan! the feeling of the time Sultan drove Rere home seemed like Rere was happy, but now .. ah, maybe Rere was dizzy with the same task he was running now just this time, yes," said Rere's mother did not want to ask a lot of things that can make the child's heart restless.

It was just a coincidence that he saw Rere coming out of the toilet. And then he then saw Rere behind the door of his room just to make sure the state of his son after the time runs five minutes.

He saw Rere praying as soon as possible, it seemed like he did have a complicated problem to live with. He was going to enter the room of his daughter, but Rere had already cleared all the tools salatnya in there.

Without Rere guessing he fell asleep again without informing the Sultan, maybe he forgot or maybe he was still traumatized by his dream.

Rere's mother had seen her son back, and it turned out that he had fallen asleep. He thought it best he woke Rere and reminded Rere of meeting with the Sultan later after his son's condition improved.