Marrying for a Bet
Nightmare
“ *You-why?! ”
“ Noisy.”
“ This isn't you, is it? It must not be you! ”
“ Not me? Of course it's me.”
“ Please be aware of Naufal! Aware*! ”
“ Naufal.. Naufal! ”
Vanka strongly patted the face of the man lying next to her with a lot of sweat on his forehead. Naufal woke up with a deep breath. Vanka stood up and took a glass of water.
“ Drink first,” said Vanka while handing over the glass.
Vanka keeps seeing Naufal drinking hastily. At exactly six in the morning, Vanka woke up from his sleep because he heard Naufal screaming in a state of sleep. The man seemed very agitated, and Vanka immediately woke him up because the condition was not good.
“ Nightmare? ” asked Vanka while stroking the man's back.
“ Yes,” answered Naufal briefly, then he got out of his bed and made Vanka frown.
“ Where are you going? ”
Naufal turned around while looking at Vanka sharply. “ Can be silent anyway? Dizziness my head hear your question.”
“ How did you become like this? ” replied Vanka did not accept.
But Naufal ignored the woman and chose to walk out of the room. While Vanka who still does not accept the words of Naufal immediately follows the man. He wanted to know where Naufal was going.
Vanka hid behind a wall when he saw Naufal coming out the back door.
Vanka wondered, why is it still early in the morning he wants to leave the house? Meet who? Vanka was not stopping to monitor it and walked slowly and slowly hid behind a white car. Don't forget if the man's car is more than one.
Vanka frowned when he saw Naufal passing through his black car. Usually if the man wants to go, must always bring the black car. But Naufal passed by and instead walked to the corner of the room, then crouched down.
A second? Squatting down? Vanka's eyes are perfectly rounded when he sees Naufal pulling a square-shaped iron that looks like a water channel cover. Yes, Naufal was opening the door of the basement which was always questioned by the woman.
When Naufal got in there, Vanka ran small to shorten the distance with the basement. He walked around snuggling to be able to peek at what was down there.
“ Really dark.”
At once, Vanka was horrified while rubbing his arm. But when he heard a loud enough voice from below, whether it was the sound of what Vanka also did not understand. He obviously ran straight into the house. He also did not want to be caught by the man anymore.
….
Vanka sat on the sofa and seemed to think to the point that his forehead shrunk. But he immediately closed his eyes when he heard the sound of Naufal's footsteps approaching.
“ You leave alone now.”
Vanka. “ How to gtiu?! ”
“ Loh, pretend sleep turned out.”
Damn, Vanka was framed.
“ Why am I leaving alone? ” ask Vanka.
“ I want to pick up Cecile.”
Vanka gave a rough breath. He closed his eyes to suppress his emotions.
“ Fal I want it deh.”
Naufal who was just about to enter his room immediately stopped and looked back after hearing Vanka's words just now.
“ What? ”
“ Did you deliberately guess me from the beginning? ”
The deg! Naufal.
“ Ma-you mean? ”
“ You should be grateful because I want responsibility.”
Vanka grieving. “ Actually it's not me who should be grateful Fal. This is your fault, when I should be grateful for the crimes of others? ”
“ Just want to say that? ”
“ Why that night you called me fit again in the club? ”
“ Why are you coming? ”
Vanka. Anywhere, he's wrong for coming. But obviously it was not an absolute mistake, as Vanka's initial intention was to help Naufal.
“ At first I wanted to help you. But you just carry me right away, do you keep injecting my arm with drugs? You know intentionally not.”
Naufal ruffled his hair and he went straight into the room slamming the door. Vanka just stared straight at the door in front of him. It seemed like the woman's instincts were starting to bounce back. Vanka has a strong instinct.
Something is not right!
….
The time showed at 12 pm and of course the voices of hospital patients began to be heard throughout the white building. Some screamed indistinctly, crying, even to the point of begging those who were there.
Bian stepped his foot in the hallway of the mental hospital while putting his hand in the pocket of his pants. A white cotton swab still faithfully covered the bruise on his face from being hit hard by Naufal's fist.
The man halted his steps as he stood in front of an isolation room guarded by two policemen.
“ Good afternoon sir Bian.”
“ Good afternoon, can I visit it? ”
The police opened the locked room. There was an old man inside who was sitting there hugging his two lutu. Bian looked at the man as one of the policemen handcuffed his hands and led him out.
“ Good afternoon sir Daniel, have you eaten yet? ”
The old man did not answer. He looked at Bian blankly.
“ Really heavy definitely yes pack mengejalani days in this world? ”
Indeed the old man was still silent, but a drop of clear liquid came out from his wrinkled eye patch.
“ This problem is not finished yet, I will definitely find who the real culprit is.”
….
Vanka flicked his hands in front of his face because of the very hot weather. Don't know why, it feels like now he wants to skip in. Well it is currently lunchtime, but Vanka does not want to go back to the office and choose to sit in the role while drinking ice dawet.
But suddenly a red car was parked in front of the ice wheelbarrow. Vanka did not care, he remained focused on the drink.
“ Vanka? ”
The woman looked up, and found Bian standing before her. Vanka choked.
“ Uh Bian. Come here join,” said Vanka with a smile.
Bian nodded and immediately sat down next to Vanka and ordered a bowl of dawet ice.
“ What are you doing here? ”
Vanka. “ Oh no hell, just want aja.”
“ Miss the same school? ”
Vanka. “ School? ”
At that moment Bian immediately held Vanka's head and turned the woman's head so that she looked back.
Vanka turned his back when he saw the school building first. Vanka immediately cursed himself because now he is relaxing in a dawet ice shop that was once a favorite of Vanka and Bian. He was so stupid that he was not aware of his own school environment.
“ Later we go inside. I want a little nostalgia.”
SERIATE.
