Second Eye

Meet in Dreams

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"If for the cause of his death, he has not shown anything. Just whispering to just go home," I explained to Mr. Adam who was seriously listening.

"Indeed you were visited in a dream too?" ask Ronald to make sure.

"Yes. I kept getting nervous last night. More than midnight just closed my eyes. But I dreamt of a school that I had never been to before. Suddenly the phone rang to wake me up from a dream. Asking me to come to this hospital, three o'clock this morning."

"If in your dream, what does it look like is going on?" my many.

"I see one daughter, who was visited by four friends. Women all. But I did not see the face of the girl who was being mobbed by her friend, because my position was behind her."

"Sure, are you sure that's a clue from that unidentified corpse?" ask Ronald again.

"I'm sure. Because the straight, black, long hair that the woman in the dream had, as well as the corpse that was now in the morgue, was exactly the same."

"Hair. What really happened to that girl? Why doesn't he show up again, so we can question him right now" I murmured.

"Don't be weird. If you want him to show up, you better not be in front of me either. Yes, you guys continue talking together. I want to take medicine and go to sleep" said Ronald, taking the medicine, then laying down his position behind me and Adam.

"Well, he's getting molested again!" I cried to the Ronald I knew was still listening to our conversation.

"Continue, Sir. What happened in my dream?" my continue.

"I saw that the four girls who were shrouding were threatening to cut her hair, if she kept trying."

"What effort?"

"Come on, 'cause the ringing of the cell phone woke me up to go take care of the body."

"Indeed you often, can clues or interference from the corpse you are handling?" I just want to know.

"If you say it often, not. Maybe some less calm people leave the world. There's something he hasn't finished yet, before moving on to nature."

"Oh, you mean you're used to dealing with cases like this?" ask again.

"No. Because this case is so different. Other than being without an identity, his figure did not dare to give a clear clue. Maybe he chose you to help him" said Mr. Adam, smiling.

I told him my story last night. Including the name 'Lita' that he had given. Mother and Umi who saw, did not comment anything. Until Azzam started opening the door.

" Assalamu'alaikum, "he said he had just entered this room.

" Wa'alaikumsalam" answered all of us.

"Where have you been, Azzam?" ask umi.

"Just buy a drink with a snack. Must have been the same mom just buy for breakfast, right?" guess it.

"Yes, we thought breakfast was enough. Yeah, it's Key!" said umi asked for mother's approval.

"Yes. Uh, Adam's sir had breakfast? So serious the story to forget to bargain for food," said mother began to sound.

"Thank you, but I just ate before leaving here."

"If so eat a snack, while continuing the story," Azzam bargained while dismantling his plastic leather.

"Thank you very much. I think I should get back to work. If you have any more information, just tell me. Poor thing, the corpse was like it was suffering," he said standing up.

"Aish should be apologizing. Because you're wasting time here during work hours. Though Aish is younger," I said.

"Assalamu'alaikum" he said, greeting him before disappearing covered by the walls of the room.

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

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The twilight has changed the night. No more conversations. I still woke up at almost midnight.

There's a thought about helping Lita, but I can't go anywhere. He was also told to rest.

I forced her to close her eyes. After praying earlier, I hope not stiff as before.

Just now these eyes were closed, I was like in the darkness of the night. In the middle of a city park that might be the scene of a murder.

"Why am I here?" muttered to myself, still confused between real or true this is just a dream.

"Back!" the voice of a woman was clearly heard.

Faintly, from a few steps forward there was a girl standing on her back. The girl with the exact same hair, as the characteristics that were told by Mr. Adam.

"Lita's.... You're Lita?" my question is to make sure, because the state is dim, only illuminated by moonlight.

The girl just looks like she's nodding. And turn around looking at me.

In silence, he pointed at a tree beside my left. Slowly, he also pointed his hand at the circular rope, which was still hanging on a large trunk. Then go to the root section.

"What does that mean?" my many.

Not yet had he answered, Ronald shouted to wake up the entire room.

"AAAARGHHHHH......!"

Azzam immediately rushed to turn on the room lights. Then he looked at Ronald in wonder.

"Why are you shouting like that? It's not night know?" asked Azzam, looking annoyed.

"I.... I dream. There's a very long haired girl. Until her hair can jump rope, if she wants to!" his grin was getting upset.

"What does that mean? Already shouted, even not clear the story," grumbled Azzam.

"Sorry to joke, hee.... Let's not just spaneng. Only if the dream of meeting a long-haired girl, it is true," he explained began to look serious.

"What's in your dream?" I asked, because I just dreamed of it too.

"I dream, he's standing in front of this hospital morgue. Keep asking to go home for pity on his father who lives alone," he explained.

"How dare you ask him?" gurauku.

"I didn't ask at all. But since my body is sculpting it can't be moved, so I'm forced to hear the curses."

"What story is he?" my many.

"She said she was wrong to be born with beautiful hair. Until a lot of girlfriends don't like to see it, when some guys are fascinated by it."

"Then, what else did he say?" ask again.

"He wants us to find out his case. He asked for help, his body was taken to his house."

"He said no, where's the house?" I'm serious this time.

"No!" ronald replied briefly, but immediately made us who heard disappointed.

"Hadehh..... Why don't you ask him?" sahut Azzam again sat between our beds.

"Do I dare?" he said in a speech like he was asking.

"Why don't you dare?"

"Still traumatized as such. Ummm.... Lisa.... Uh what was the name, if you're around here, please get into Azzam's dream, don't go to me. Pliss!" said Ronald looking around the room, pointing at Azzam's brother.

"It's Lita, Ronald!" my words and Azzam's brother were together, while holding the weight of the drag when he saw Ronald's behavior.