THE ABOVE THE CLOUD(ABC)

1. Other People

The rain fell on the old town that night. The deafening sound of lightning erased the cries and sobs behind the courtyard of the building.

People disappear like they are swallowed up by the earth. Muta continued to feel like she was at the end of the abyss, her heart beating fast and fear running through her body. But he felt his body darting towards a man who was the source of his fear. The man looked at Reksa as he looked at the insects, before shooting both his legs and hands. But seeing the figure of the girl leaning helplessly against the wall of the building, dirty and wet with dirt and rain water, the pain beyond the gunshot wound gnawed at her chest. The fear disappeared and he became one with the body. It desperately held the man to approach the girl's figure.

Who is that girl?

Maybe lover?

Seeing the girl who was either still alive or not, Reksa wanted to change her life right then and there to ease the pain felt by the girl. However all that could reach the girl was Reksa's hard stare hoping that the girl was still breathing.

With determination he woke up and bit the gunman's neck until his flesh was peeled off.

"Huffs...Hufs..Huff.."

His hands do everything, hitting, clawing. He used his head, banging it against the man's head violently, straining and ignoring the numbness in his body.

He wanted the man dead right now.

Perhaps the gunman did not expect that Muta could still injure him. Full of anger, the man kicked Reksa's stomach until he was thrown. Not until there, the scars of his gunshot were kicked repeatedly so that Muta could no longer make a sound of pain.

I don't know how long. Black and white alternately filled his head. All that remains is silence.

Muta lifted his head and saw that the girl was still in the same position. Even if Muta's hands and feet were broken, he tried to crawl as fast as he could towards the girl.

The cold and stiff body of the girl was not felt by her. Muta hugged the girl's body in despair. In his eyes there was only darkness, but he still chanted the tone of the girl's favorite song. Although the only thing that came out was a growl, Reksa hummed the tone without lyrics until his voice ran out and lost consciousness.

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Dididi-dididi-didi

Reksa opened his eyes to a cream-colored roof. For a while his tribe was like still straying in another nature. He checked every corner of the ceiling, and made sure that this was his room.

He asked in his heart and reminded. This was his room when he was twenty-six years old. He just moved out of this apartment when he took over the company.

After a long time she realized, she just moved into this house yesterday.

Muta woke up slowly and pondered again, watching the boxes of goods that had not been arranged and were still scattered in his room. In addition to the bed and chairs, other items are still in the cardboard.

He dragged his feet into the dispenser and drank a glass of water in one breath.

After he went around, common sense immediately bombarded Reksa. He was still twenty-six at the moment, unmarried, childless. He had no enemies, his apartment was new, he was an attractive man with a million charms. Many women are attracted to him, and Mutual is not someone who puts his attention on a kind of love thing.

But who was the gunman, the teenage girl, in the dream?

Why did he look pitiful and languish in the dream?

According to Reksa, with his superior condition in all aspects, it was impossible for him to fall in such low condition.

If not him, then who else?

That miserable feeling was so deep in his chest, he could even cry right now for no reason just by remembering the events in the dream.

God, I hope he doesn't have a strange disease.

In the middle of his daydream, the ringing of the cellphone tones disperse him back into the real world.

Mutual picked up the phone and answered in a voice with no meaningful tone.

"What's wrong?"

The person across retaliates with urgency, like in a racehorse chase.

"MDC group? Didn't they agree before?"

After exchanging words, Muta sighed. "Alright, you set up a meeting for this afternoon."

After closing the connection, Mutual erased the thought of the dream and began to prepare to leave for work. In the midst of preparations, he contacted his secretary and asked her to hire a messenger.

"Sir, you moved house?"

"Hm."

"...I've understood. I'm gonna hire someone to clean up my dad's new house."

"Good."

Since the beginning, Reksa did not tell anyone about the move. The stuff and everything else he packed himself. But after that dream, he had no mood to spruce up the mess in his house.

Six o'clock past thirty, Reksa's leaving.

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