Lover From the Dream Realm

Part 1's

"Dad can't be like me... You can't be my soul mate!"

"Father has right to Salma! You're a father's son, it's a father's decision, and you have to follow that. Tomorrow their families come to see you, prepare yourself from now on!"

"Bad fuck!!! I hate daddy!! ".

Aaaakkkkk!!

Salma hit the dinner table and immediately ran away dead father. He ran without knowing where he was going.

Though we very rarely eat lunch together like this, but why while there was time father even destroyed my eating mood.

" Hhh... He thinks who he is, just a man who is my father. Even doing his duty as a father he is not capable! He even wanted to collect his right to rule my life. Is that true?" all the way through that trip. It felt so breathless, so angry that he prayed never to return home.

Salma wanted to get away, so that even her father could never find her and pull her home.

"Yahoo, howaaaas!!!!" shouted one of the youths who was playing basketball in the park.

Bughhhh.....!!! A large basketball hit the head of Salma while he was daydreaming while walking. He collapsed and collapsed, so some people carried him and took him to a nearby clinic.

"Ah you really don't ati-ati, do you have to person? Ampe fainted again, how about try aaaah, make you dizzy." They point at each other and are worried about the girl's condition.

" Yee maap, I didn't accidentally, anyways he walked while daydreaming, I teriakin even diem bae..." Heard they were throwing mistakes at each other.

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Suddenly Salma awoke, but nowhere. Holding his head, he tried to get up. He looked at all the rooms in front of his eyes.

"Aish, it hurts my head" he said, trying to get out of bed.

"Hay, you're awake, how are you doing now, still hurting? " said a man near her.

Salma was surprised when she saw the handsome man, while dumbly trying to answer his question.

" Sakiiits... Ehh, who are you? How am I here? This isn't a clinic, this isn't my house? " surprised salma kept watching the house.

The man smiled approaching her. The handsome and sweet man came with a glass of water which he gave to the salma which was still not so recovered his consciousness.

"I'm zayn. I don't know where you're from, I just found you passed out at the park near my house. So, I asked my gardener to help bring you here, what's your name, why did you pass out there?" answer the man.

Salma was confused, why was the place he was in different from the current one? From the atmosphere that was crowded and full of frenzy before, but now it feels quiet and peaceful.

"I'm salma. I was walking around the park near my house, until one day a ball hit me in the head, the last time I heard the voices of the people who helped me and would take me to a clinic, he said, but why am I here now? This isn't a clinic, is it? " ask salma in a surprised tone.

"Yes... This isn't a clinic, but it's my home. And there was never a crowd like you said. So where are you from? I've never seen you around here, have you been out of town?" Zayn was still astonished and again asked a question.

"Aish, my head still hurts. But I'm not amnesiac, am I? I still remember my name is Salma, I live in.... "

"Sorry sir, that's the food I've prepared, please have lunch first"

Suddenly the art named bi ningsih cut off the conversation.

Salma reflexively held onto her stomach and with a red face due to embarrassment slowly got up from the bed and followed zayn. The two of them enjoyed the dish by keeping quiet but stealing the gaze from each other.

"Sorry, I'm done so, can I go home? I'm afraid my family is looking for me" Cut the salma.

"Okay, since I don't have a job, what if I drop off? Sure enough, I'm just afraid you haven't really been fit, afraid there's nothing on the way.." Zayn

Salma only nodded her head even though she was actually still confused. But Salma tried to obey rather than getting more troublesome later.

Both of them left the house with Zayn driving his car. The very luxurious black sports car was driven slowly, while looking left right because looking for the address of the house of Salma that never found.

'Oh my god, it's been almost 2 hours around but didn't find my house, where is it? I was confused, my head was getting dizzy, it hurt so much, ' he continued to hold his head and massaged it slowly.

" Hey, where's your address? We were just wandering around here? " Said Zayn who surprised me..

"Somehow, I'm also confused, my head feels increasingly Sick" I replied weakly

"Hey, don't faint again. Let's go home first so you can rest. Later when we recover we look again, okay" Zayn worried.

Salma simply nodded limply with the offer that he had heard back.

Arriving at Zayn's house, he quickly opened the door for her. And swiftly carrying the salma to the guest room that he had occupied. Salma lunglai limp, movepun already very lazy, just want to sleep long.

"Okay, now you just sleep, do not think macem-macem, tomorrow we look for your house again yes, I want to go out first if you can calm down, then, and later if there's something you call aja bi ningsih yes, he's my belief person in this house, "Said zayn, his face was worried but still calm.

Salma simply nodded, trying to close her eyes to sleep. And may he sleep well until he wakes up in fresh condition.

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"Non, non salma, o god non, ketampol ball kok pingsanya long this bianget, piye cah ayu"

The sound of his assistant's wijah sound raucous because it did not stop crying over the fainting salma earlier.

"Ehmmmm, what a cry? I'm home, bik? Who can't I bik?" ask salma quietly on the hijah bik.

"Oh noah nduk, is ayu already aware of you? Bibik from earlier worried you did not wake up nduk. The fathers who were in the field earlier who nganter you, had wanted to be taken to the clinic. But, just look at us his son pak yoga, so you are immediately ushered to the house nduk, really long pingsanya, which is sick dear, here bibik incensein, god"

Bik ijah nyrocos like a train that travels so fast.

"So not the cool guy who bullied me just now,? I met a really handsome guy, butiii_ "

"Wes, wes, just the dream, kok yo still perfect dreamin guys tho nduk? Lha wong who nganter earlier the fathers of the troupe kok, it has not been thought first, now just rest aja yes, bibik make lunch first," persuad bik Iijah cut my speech just now.

"Who helped me then? Was it just a dream? Why so real? His face, his smile, was even very noticeable when he was carrying me earlier. Even the environment there was very familiar, very similar to the environment here," murmured salma in half his consciousness.

"Especially that guy, handsome, attentive, when to see you again yes, geez ringing with his sweet smile."

Salma smiled to herself as she bit her finger like a madman at once, imagining her face and smile, geezoooo!