MAN_KU

The Same Dream.

"No.........

My breath was wheezing, again the nightmare was present haunting my night. Sweat poured all over my body to make the bed linen in my bed wet. I rubbed the sweat that slid free from my forehead with hunting breath and throat choked without a sound. As fast as lightning I got up and went to the bathroom washing his face, then pecking myself in front of the mirror.

'Si*l, that dream again.' I murmured softly.

I repeatedly catch my breath, pull and throw it away. I think it's stable, I get out of the bathroom and change my sweat-soaked sheets.

"When do I have to be like this? it's so excruciating." I said by pulling the bed sheet on the bed and throwing it in the dirty laundry basket next to the bathroom.

After cleaning my bed and installing a new bed sheet, I who can't sleep again choose to play mobile phone. I glanced at the clock on the wall, hitting it still shows two nights in less than three minutes. I exhaled again, it was always like this.

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Early in the morning, a middle-aged man was sitting at the dinner table enjoying his hot tea. While on his left there was a young girl accompanying him, and on his right an eight-year-old little girl eating his bread.

Tap...

With sleepy eyes, I walked towards the dining table and sat down next to my sister.

"For Abah, for Mynul, and for the short." I said to my father, brother, and little sister in a mocking tone.

"I'm not short!" the little girl named Dila.

"Ck! just look at your bulging body. Remember that! growing it up not to the side let alone down." My lead is more tempting Dila.

"This is the name is cute said Umi' tofu" said Dila did not accept.

"Geek!" I answered while demonstrating the style of wanting to vomit when I heard Dila's renunciation.

"Whisper! quickly eat up it goes to school. It's late!" lerai mbak Mynul's. Of course it was able to make a moment of silence, even Dila no longer spoke. Indeed mbakku this one is notoriously firm and fierce, and disciplined. She still loves her sisters and never compares.

While Abah who heard the debate of her daughters just shook her head, then Abah's gaze pointed at me who looked pale even there were eye bags on my face.

"You sick Tha?" tanya Abah makes the view of Mynul and Dila lead to me.

"No, maybe a sauce. It's just soy sauce, no need to worry about it." I replied calmly trying to relax hide my nervousness.

"Izin was at school when she wasn't feeling well" said Mynul with a worried look, as well as Dila who is now starting to glaze over.

"I'm not papa mbak, last night I did a task until late. Lack of sleep and lack of freshness on his face. If you don't believe it, I can run from house to school." I let the others stop worrying.

"Yes, obviously, people are at home from school in just 15 minutes." Sahut Umi' who came out of the kitchen brought a glass of milk to Dila.

"Therefore I said, if I can and strong to run Umi'." I replied making Abah and the others just shake their heads.

"Yes, let's go." take Mynul. "You bonceng Dila ya deck, mbak want nyusulin Dita first. He said, "he continued.

"Okay ma'am, Abah, Umi' pamit first want to go to school." I kissed Abah and Umi's hands and then alternated with Mbak Mynul and Dila.

"Yok short we cus." I took Dila's hand out of the house and sat down into the bonnet of my ontel bike.

"Be careful with the bike on deck," said Mynul.

"Aman mbak, first mbak. Assalamualaikum, "with my spirit pedaling a bicycle even though my eyes are a little sleepy.

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My name is Khafytha, a cheerful and intelligent girl although the behavior can be said nauzubillah, because it is too bar-bar and tomboy. I am the daughter of Abah Ridwan and Umi' Imah, have an older sister named Khusnul who is commonly called Mbak Mynul and a younger brother named Fadilah is commonly called Dila. I used to be called Fytha since I was a child.

It can be said that my nature and attitude are different between my two brothers, if my brother and sister are more calm and feminine, I am even more what I am and even seem very stupid. I was still in the 2nd grade of Junior High, where Dila and I were in the same school.

"Short, ntar if it's time for rest to mbak ya." I said so until school and parked my bike.

"Yes mbak, I was given Umi' money of two thousand mbak." replied Dila while taking money two thousand from her pocket.

"That's for infaq in class, yes, it'll be the same snack. Here's the milk box you brought first,"

"Yey, okay, ma'am. Thank you." said Dila happily, indeed in the family Abah all her daughters are always well educated and firm and learn to share with each other. Even in being educated to appreciate the gift of others by saying thank you.

"Sama-sama, let's go to class first." I took Dila's hand to her class, then I went to my own class after making sure Dila was sitting on her stool. Dila is still in 2nd grade SD, so I am very overprotective on my sister that one.

A small hum came out of my mouth as I walked down the hallway to my classroom, the classroom atmosphere in each hallway almost deserted as the school bell was five minutes away. I casually entered the classroom, then joined my gang of friends before the bell rang.

"Well, what about the chemistry of the belly?" ask my friends.

"But I cheated on Linda" replied Amrul proudly.

"Anjir, I'm proud of you." I asked the others, "What about you?"

"Udah," answered simultaneously like a choir during the flag ceremony.

"Don't say no, either" my lady.

"Yes!" answer them compactly back then laugh out loud. I just shook my head.

"What did you know?" tanya Toni stopped her laughter. I nodded my head in response.

"Tumben diligently?" wonder Shova.

"Every night can not sleep, yes already ngerjain pr aja. All filled with answers about the grille." I lied forced so that my friends do not worry.

"Busyet, whose head is watered" said Gandhis.

"Ho'oh, we're just the touch ball is a matter of." added Bagus while opening the chips in his hand.

"Yes good, ntar we live with the same question Fytha." said Vian approved by Linda,

"That's very strong"

"What I said, having a watered-down brain temen was delicious. No need to think about the task anymore right." said Amrul sucks, but among others only he is the most funny style.

"Rubber!" answered by others.

Tet... Tet... Tet...

"Hadeh, back on the bench, and the doorbell came in." Take me to my seat and pull out a chemistry assignment. The lesson also began....