My Sweet Ghost Dreanda's

Dreanda Chapter 21

Sandra went straight into the room without answering the question of the mother who asked her how she was. His feelings are still depressed because he keeps remembering about Dreanda. The young man is not known where he is now, since the incident last night he is no longer visible.

"Dre..."

Whisper Sandra inwardly, hoping the owner of the name hears her and returns here.

"i know I was wrong Dre, sorry"

Again the tears were present, framing the white face that always looked gloomy.

Tok tok tok tok

"Sandra, have you eaten, son?"

Ask the mother who is behind the door. He looks worried to see the state of his daughter who since this morning until now looks so pale.

"was mom"

Sandra answered mother's question with a hoarse voice. He tried to hold back his crying voice so that it would not be heard by the mother who was outside the room.

"yasudah"

Mom passed away leaving Sandra's room. Let him rest in peace. In the woman's mind, perhaps her daughter is having trouble sleeping or is too tired with her college assignments. So he intends to make his daughter's favorite chicken porridge so that it can improve quickly.

However, Sandra herself said that she had eaten. As a result the chicken porridge was left behind. No one took it one bit. Seeing that, mother felt sorry and she immediately made the food not stale by being put in the refrigerator, Sandra could eat it tomorrow morning.

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"Sandra's eating buk?"

Ask me when I see you coming back from Sandra's room.

"well, maybe eat at his friend's house"

She answered and went back to the kitchen to make coffee for her husband.

Mr. Hamid turned his eyes away from the television broadcast in front of him. The black eyes were staring at the door of Sandra's room which was still tightly closed, there was no sign of Sandra's presence there. The man continued to look at the door of the room without taking his eyes off.

A few minutes later he started to stand up and step into his daughter's room. The white-painted door was locked from the inside, saying the owner did not want to be disturbed.

Behind Mr. Hamid's back, a white shadow passed by so quickly. The shadow kept pacing around there without even approaching the old man who kept his back.

Actually, Mr. Hamid knows if there is a subtle creature waiting for him in the back, but he does not want to serve those who like to harass. The most important thing now was that he would protect his daughter. He is afraid of Sandra's unstable emotional state and the creatures will like to come disturbing.

At first glance he saw the figure standing beside him. With the tail of his eyes, Mr. Hamid saw that the figure resembled a young man. Out of curiosity, he finally immediately looked clearly at the young man next to him. Suddenly Mr. Hamid was surprised and at the same time relieved, who was next to him was a young man who had helped him on the way home first, Dreanda.

However, when he realized he had come without a scent, Hamid was immediately wary. He hesitated a little with that figure. The first time they met, Dreanda always spread the strong scent of jasmine. Until when I kissed him. Everyone will feel overwhelmed. And make that scent his.

"who areyou?"

Hamid asked, pointing to his side.

You forgot me uncle?

I'm Dreanda.

Said the young man weakly, he continued to place his gaze onto the tightly shut white door.

"you're different, your melody scent doesn't exist"

Dreanda fell silent, he continued to peek in the air with the same eyes. That feeble gaze was so radiated from the two brown eyes that it looked different. There is no light there.

Mr. Hamid began to realize the difference. His form began to look vague, the smell of jasmine disappeared, also with his split-second gaze could continue to change. The man fell silent, then thought. Is Dreanda in trouble with her daughter.

Everything disappeared

because she...

Dreanda then floated forward and through the door of the room. Mr. Hamid stared with a surprised look, what Dreanda said really made him not understand. In his age is getting older, plus the core conversation with the creature makes him have to think hard. Before he finally realized, if the young man had entered into Sandra's room.

Immediately Mr. Hamid opened the door of the room, but he seemed to forget if the door was locked. His mind was troubled, what Dreanda would do to his daughter. Feeling a father says it's a threat. When his daughter's room is entered by a stranger, especially a man, then it can be dangerous. Although Dreanda is not human, he is alien and male.

Mr. Hamid kept trying to open the door. Suddenly the sound of a check from the inner key playing sounded and began to open. The man's hand held the doorknob and opened it slowly. As soon as the door opened wide, Sandra was sleeping soundly. On his head, Dreanda sat quietly while occasionally blowing on Sandra's face covered with hair.

It felt like the man was scolding Dreanda so as not to continue to disturb his daughter. However, suddenly his throat felt dry, his body stiff so it could not be moved. He tried to scream, but his voice seemed to be restrained and could not be heard. Hamid continued to stand at the door while trying to untie the bonds in his body. Even until Dreanda disappeared from Sandra's place, Hamid still felt stiff and difficult to move.

"dad?"

Someone patted Mr. Hamid's shoulder hard, making him return to his original condition. Stared at his wife who was at the side with an astonished look.

"dad done here"

Ask her mother as she continues to hold her throat.

Mr. Hamid was astonished by his wife's question. She was in Sandra's room. Look around where he stands. Even to the corners of the room, and it was all a success to surprise him.

What is this, why is he in the living room. Stand next to the sofa right in front of the television. Shouldn't she be in Sandra's room, watching her sleeping daughter in the company of a mysterious figure. He should have been there, standing at the door of the room stiff and mute.

"what is this"

Ask Hamid suddenly.

He felt that everything that had happened was an illusion. Dreanda seemed to trap and play his consciousness so that whatever happened earlier seemed like something real.

Did he create an illusion in this house?

Or am I the only one dreaming....?

Lirih Pak Hamid in his heart.

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