My wife Slave of Lust

Not Hallucinations

The sky is falling more and more. Not wanting to get wet, I ended the inner conversation after rubbing one of his tombstones. Stand with all the wounds that have worn off along with the rainfall.

I went from the contest to walk towards the cemetery gate, but just a few steps walk, my gaze was diverted to the figure of a woman in all black clothes and matching colored glasses. He was standing behind a huge tree that was about fifteen meters away from my current position. It seemed like he had been there since the mourners still swarmed this burial ground. But why didn't he join?

Surprisingly, after realizing that I had found her hiding place, the woman turned around and disappeared into the grave wall of the cemetery.

Who her? His posture is very familiar. My mind said as if looking at Vida's self-reflection on her figure. Ah, it's impossible. I must be hallucinating. I shook my head many times, trying to neutralize thoughts that might still be under the effects of growing sorrow. Then, continue swinging the legs towards the parking lot.

"Nr ...!"

A tiny hand pulled my wrist in unison with the sound of her clamor sounding thunderous. Suddenly I stopped my movement that was about to enter the car. Then, bend yourself to align with the body as it reaches.

"Hi ... What's wrong?" I ask who is now with him.

"It's for oom" he answered, holding out a pink envelope with a heart icon in the middle. I held out his hand while folding his forehead deep enough. "From who?"

"No idea, he was standing there, but he's gone now." His ear went towards the big tree I had been monitoring. My memory was suddenly dragged to the figure of a woman in a black uniform earlier.

Without asking much more, I just thanked him, then he ran back to the horde of children who had been playing not far from the cemetery.

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When I arrived at my mother's house, I went straight to my room. It seemed like Ibram had already flown into his dream realm, because the atmosphere of the house seemed so silent. The wall clock has shown at seven o'clock in the evening. Before going home, I decided to stop by the restaurant for a while.

"I thought my mom was sleeping" I said, holding my body and sitting on the lip of the bed.

"Mama is waiting for you. Mama thought you were going home." My mother sat next to me touching my shoulder. "Are you okay?" tanyanya returned with a face bathed in worry.

I just smiled blandly. "Come, Ma." That's all I can say while looking down. The phone in hand rotated many times, becoming a victim of my current bitterness.

"Ibra .. mama's a little hesitant, but this is what I have to tell you." Mama's gaze looked so worried, but there was a seriousness tucked in between.

"I mean, Mama?" I began to wonder.

Before answering, he breathed heavily. "So at the funeral, it was like seeing Vida standing behind a big tree. But ... Mama's not so sure. Wherever it may be 'the person who is dead and clearly buried can rise again and reincarnate, '" said mama at length with a frown and a view floating to the ceiling of the room. Like thinking hard.

My gaze which is also no less serious, certainly more dramatic. "Mama sure?" I asked to cut the daydream.

The woman who had given birth to me suddenly blinked, then refocused on looking at me. "Mama told me that my mother was not sure. But mom really saw it." He took a breath back. "Did mom just hallucinate, huh?" he asked again, as if asking for my eyes.

SILENT

"It wasn't a hallucination, Ma. Because I also see the same figure." After a few seconds of silence, I raised my voice again. Making mama aghast from the world of hallucinations that may be too high level.