Lover From the Dream Realm
The Part 11
"Who are y'all? Don't mess around, yeah," Salma told them all.
"It's not that you're not holy-ass, you're Zayn's, are you? We know who he is, don't be your hypocrite!" One of them continued to poke Salma's body with a look at me .
"Braught you!" Salma slapped one of them. Not even reluctant to swing their legs to some parts of their bodies alternately to make them inflamed angrily staring intently at the salma.
"Eh, Loe's a pretty hottie. Anjink!!" One of the men reached into the pocket of his pants, and it turned out to be a folding knife that he was carrying.
" Dead Loe, you fucking bitch!" The man pointed his knife at him, and suddenly Zayn came to hold with the palm of his hand, so the tanga was bleeding.
"Zayn, are you hurt?" salma was surprised.
"Braudless you!!" peeked zayn with his gaze that so described anger. Zayn beat them brutally mercilessly, as if showing a horrible side of himself that Salma never expected.
"Aaaampuuuun, aampuuun bossss, we're not going to gangu him anymore booss." Those who were battered instantly knelt down and begged him.
"Now you're gone! Don't look your faces in front of my eyes, or your family will greet your dead bodies with tears."
" B-well, bosss, we're leaving." They compact run and immediately run in the fog made.
Salma immediately approached Zayn there and wrapped the wound with a handkerchief that he carried. "Sorry Zayn, again because of me you're hurt." Salma again shed tears.
"It's okay, even dead I'm ready for you and didn't I just say don't go far? Fortunately it was still visible in my view earlier," replied zayn who slightly expressed annoyance in his eyes.
"Yes, sorry. Come on in, let me treat the wound, it doesn't seem so bad." Salma pulls Zayn into the cafe they used to go to, and asks for a p3k box there. He instantly treated his wounds, and just fell silent, daydreaming and thinking inwardly.
Is what Naya said true that she would be a burden to zayn if she continued to be around him? Will he continue to hurt Zayn in this way? Because he met several times, and several times Zayn was injured just to protect him.
"Hey, Salma, what's wrong with you?" Zayn who again broke his daydream.
"Oh, zayn I'm fine. And maybe we'd better go home now because it's getting late."
"Come on, I thought I'd like to enjoy the night here again."
"Well, no, your hands hurt. Go home soon so you can rest at home. I'm fine, "persuade salma to her. And finally zayn complied, especially when he saw the anxious and fearful expression of Salma at this time with the aftershocks that might come again
Salma then berjala holding zayn's arm until arriving in their car. Even Salma who volunteered to drive replaced the injured zayn. Along the way they were silent, occasionally Salma looked at Zayn who was holding his hand withstanding pain and occasionally blaring. And therefore Salma wanted to get to their house immediately.
It was already quite late when the two had arrived at the house. The guards came out after seeing the state of the injured zayn and immediately helped him into the room. However, at that time Salma was still in a state of gamang and even directly walked to his own room without saying goodbye to zayn who was actually worried about him.
Salma segra put down the bag, and immediately sat pensively in the relaxed sofa of her room. He silently stared blankly before his eyes. He was still filled with question marks about his existence there, was that burden for them? Does he not deserve to be there and should return to the real world and accept all the destinies that have been outlined to him?
Salma continued like that for a while, until she did not even realize that Zayn had been standing at the door and staring at her current anxiety.
"I haven't been too long. You why, still think about the words naya and connect with every event that exists?" Zayn slowly approached Salma and sat down next to him.
"Sorry, Zayn, I thought about the connection between the two. I was thinking maybe what Naya said was true, Zayn. And I'm just a hindrance to your life." Salma replies to everything exactly with what zayn thinks of her.
Zayn could only be silent, then grabbed the head of the salma and leaned against his broad shoulder. It felt so comfortable that I didn't want to go from there.
"Salma, I told you not to think about everything. You can be stressed later" said Zayn as he rubbed his hair and kissed his forehead..
"Zayn, do you really not want to know who I am?" salma asked and immediately got up from his embrace.
"You're my Salma, the others I don't really care about, you're mine."
"But Zayn, you have to know what really happened, who I am and where I really am.
" Well, if you want to explain, then I'll listen." Zayn immediately turned his face to Salma, so he would be a good listener.
"Zayn, I'm sorry, because our real world is different, you're the object of my dreams Zayn." The remark instantly made zayn dumbfounded.
"You're kidding Salma, where's there like that? Actually, you and I are now together. If I'm the object of your dreams, then you should sleep to meet me, and we've been together for a few days now. How long have you been sleeping? Don't joke around with you" said Zayn, who still finds it hard to believe.
"Sorry Zayn, that's right. At the beginning of our bertmu I denied it, and I thought it was just an ordinary dream. But it felt so real at last, meeting you was like an opium that if it didn't happen for a day I'd fidget Zayn," Salma explained all of them, and even took a deep breath to continue her words.
"You're asking me how long I've been sleeping now, Zayn? I also don't know how long it's been, I'm in a coma now. I was in an accident and I was treated there, sleeping well for how long."
"You're bad, Salma. Why didn't you tell me in the first place, so that I wouldn't expect you too much. You should have said that we had no hope Salma!"
"I know Zayn, but I'm happy here. I'm too sick there Zayn, my dad doesn't care about me, I'm set up and I don't want Zayn, I want to be with you here." Salma stared sorely at the current anger of zayn at her. It really looks so angry.
"Can't be Salma, you're in a coma. There must be all crying and waiting for you, Salma's back." Zayn held back his emotions by remaining calm.
And sure enough, just a moment later the view of Salma blurred will zayn," I don't want to go back Zayn! I want to be with you, even if I have to sleep forever Zayn!" Salma tried to reject all the existing circumstances.
"Don't be stupid Salma! You and I just met in a dream. If you die, it's not the thing that will unite us but will separate us further. Even you will lose everything Salma! Go home, follow your destiny right there!" Zayn tried firmly despite having to endure the crying.
"Zayn, Zayn I don't want Zayn!" Salma could only stop.
"The coffee I thought was sweet was actually too bitter when enjoyed. It turns out that our love story also entered into Salma, it's really bitter I feel." Zayn stood up and turned his face to Salma, as if he knew he was going to get away from him.
Salma was just crying, desperately staring at her body that was starting to fade from her sight.
"Zayn, help me Zayn! I don't want to leave here, Zayn!!!"
