Take Riana

Chapter 14 - Not Just a Dream

Mr. Samsul still blinked his eyes, the rest of the water in the glass he spent with one gulp, his forehead was filled with sweat dripping, his breathing was really irregular, the pain in his neck was still felt. Mr. Samsul was still silent saying nothing, his gaze was blank.

"Father of nightmares ?"

Bu Sriyani looked anxious, whereas the one asked just nodded without turning her head.

"What time is it, ma'am ?"

Finally Mr. Samsul let out a voice even a little soft.

"But two o'clock in the morning, I sleep again !"

Invite Bu Sriyani, Mr. Samsul also broke down again but still could not close his eyes. But the net caught something between the slightly open door. A long-haired woman was standing while watching Mr. Samsul with the look in her eyes, her lips grinning. Mr. Samsul could not speak his mouth as if locked and his chest felt tight. Mr. Samsul chose to close his eyes and hope that what he saw right now was just a nightmare that would end after waking up tomorrow.

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Mr. Samsul awoke from his sleep for the umpteenth time. Mr. Samsul is grateful to be able to wake up again from his sleep. Mr. Samsul saw the clock on the wall of his room, it was seven in the morning, it means he did not pray at dawn this morning, his wife was not there beside him, why his wife did not wake him during the dawn prayer, thought. Finally, Mr. Samsul tried to get up and get out of bed even though his head was a little dizzy, for some reason his body was so weak. Mr. Samsul walked to the kitchen It looks like his wife and mother have been active there. Arriving in the kitchen, Mr. Samsul saw his wife washing dishes and kitchen utensils used to cook, while his mother was arranging dishes on the dining table, saw Mr. Samsul standing with his hair disheveled, his mother stopped his activities.

"You've woken Sul ?"

The one asked was silent and then evaporated.

"Why am I not built in the morning prayer ?"

Looks like Mr. Samsul a little upset, because it was not awakened earlier.

"Mom should wake up, but my body has a fever, so I don't have the heart to wake up !"

Obviously Bu Sriyani without turning her head, there seems to be a slightly stiff tone from the style of speech of Bu Sriyani, but pak samsul did not care about it.

"Riski's gone to school ?"

"Here, just delivered the same sir udin!"

Pak udin is a neighboring motorcycle taxi driver, because the distance of Riski school is quite far if taken on foot, finally every day Riski is escorted by Mr. Samsul, who is also a tourist, but because Mr. Samsul is not feeling well so ma'am sriyani called a motorcycle taxi driver to take Riski.

It seems that Ms. Sriyani still refuses to look at her husband, but still wants to answer even with a cynical tone. Mr. Samsul is still silent not responding said his wife who seemed stiff even though she was in fact wondering and remembering what mistakes she might not realize. Finally, Mr. Samsul returned to the room to relax because his head was a little dizzy and feverish.

"You didn't have Sul's breakfast ?"

It seemed like she didn't notice that her son and daughter-in-law were in a cold war, so she just used to respond to the conversation.

"Later on, Samsul will rest!"

Samsul went to his room.

"You just take breakfast Samsul to Sri's room!, let the mother who keeps washing the dishes !"

"Yes, mak !"

Finally, Ms. Sriyani brought her husband's breakfast to her room.

Arriving in the room. Bu Sriyani's face was still bent and did not speak a word, Mr. Samsul who could not stand the attitude of his wife then asked.

"Mom seems angry at you !"

"Now you are clearly the same mother, why did you mention Riana's name earlier ?"

Mr. Samsul was surprised.

"So Mr. Ngigau, call her Riana !"

Bu Sriyani's face was still pouting.

"Oh !"

Mr. samsul thought for a moment. How to explain to his wife, long enough no one started to talk, only the sound of a spoon clashing with a plate and Bu Sriyani began to feed her husband, he said, although a little disappointed but she is still attentive because no matter how her husband is not feeling well.

"Mom, Riana came to my dream!"

Very carefully Mr. Samsul tried to explain to his wife.

"Riana who ?"

Still with a cold tone.

"Passenger who used to deliver to Dukuhsari.!"

"What kept you from going home for those three days ?"

As soon as the look on Ms. Sriyani's face became anxious, Ms. Sriyani still remembered very well how the events of the past that made her husband not come home, there was even a little trauma in her heart.

"She asked me to come to her house, see her parents!"

"What for, sir?"

Ms. Sriyani was getting impatient, and her feelings were starting to feel bad.

"Mother patiently, you will only pass Riana's message to her parents!"

"Don't sir, I don't want you to go to that village again, I'm afraid !"

Sriyani was really traumatized.

"Well, if you don't allow it, you don't make it !"

Mr. Samsul can only obey his wife's will.

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By late afternoon Bu Sriyani began cleaning his house, starting from sweeping the house and sweeping the yard, because today he has no holiday to sell, while the mother bathes her grandson, knowing that there is a messenger Riski impressed spoiled, but he is not, everything is served, from eating to bathing. While Mr. Samsul has started to feel better, his head is not dizzy.

Time is almost magrib, ma'am sriyani keasikan clean the house until he forgets not to take a shower in the afternoon, until adzan magrib roars he finally immediately showers because soon want to perform magrib prayers. In the bathroom, she began to perform the ritual of bathing from brushing her teeth and soapy, not forgetting to wash her face with soap, ma sriyani perform ritual bath while humming a little, but suddenly her eyes sore, but suddenly, as soap foam entered her eyes, Ms. Sriyani tried to fumble to find a dipper but not found, her eyes now getting sore. But suddenly, like touching something soft and slightly wet, Ms. Sriyani was shocked and somewhat disgusted by what she was holding, because curious Ms. Sriyani tried to open her eyes.

How shocked Bu Sriyani, a rotten face full of maggots right in front of his face, Bu Sriyani spontaneously shouted while closing his eyes again.

'Aaaaaggrrhhhh'

"Don't stop Mr. Samsul...!"

Ms. Sriyani heard the figure making a soft voice. Sriyani could only scream again. Then it was like someone slapped her cheek Bu Sriyani immediately fell down and fainted.

Seriate....