THE CROWN FOR MY ANGEL

2. BLOOD HALLUCINATION

Go home late at night. It has become a routine for a girl who lives a bar, for the face of her father and mother he does not know.

Entering the room with a slightly dim light, the reflection of a triangular mirror on the balcony with a full moon shines brightly.

Out there, there is a sky event with the appearance of a full moon. The light clutching little by little the dark clouds, it seemed like the atmosphere for this night was less friendly.

Raindrops falling spatter. Sit alone on the balcony staring steadily up at the sky. The star that had been studded, was now gone and towards the edge lined up leaving the short-haired girl.

Never get a reply will a hope of a monotone life, arguably gray enveloped—Those who spend the night sitting quietly on the balcony of the house.

He also glanced at his watch which showed at 24:00. That means the time for sleep has come. Re-entering the room and deliberately not to close the balcony window.

Hopefully, tonight he comes again to accompany my dream. As always, the spirit in life is when it is present here. In every breath I take in a beautiful dream that accompanies until morning comes, the inner Reka while pulling a white blanket.

Not long asleep. Between conscious or unconscious, he entered a dark passage without a speck of light. In a faint, both eyeballs stared steadily in a straight direction, walking towards a corridor that attracted a hint of red-colored ball.

He's crammed in again. 'That's what, huh? And where am I?'

Raising his head to look at his feet, because the road he was on was getting moist and getting watery. Rounded his gleeful eyes after seeing the extremely wide-sized wings stretched out present before him. Yes' like a handsome human being, but has both wings.

Inexhaustible in interpreting a clear vision looks as if it is real. So curious, Reka continued to walk until one day the figure stood up and turned towards Reka.

"Hi" said he. "You've arrived at my palace, welcome," he continued.

Blink both eyeballs simultaneously. After putting on her greget eyes, Reka again threw a gaze towards the wall of the cave.

"Who are you?" ask Light designer. "And why am I here?"

He replied with a little laugh.

"Don't you already know me."

"Know you?" Design pause for a moment. "I don't know you."

Without a word, the winged man disappeared with a careful blink of an eye. The designer again walked to meet the seat stop there which was like a palace of another dimension. While formulating questions that come in a row from a handsome figure with wings like an angel.

He also traced the black space that gradually faded. Before long standing, the room became very dark, dense and there was no speck of light accompanying him.

"No ...!"

The design opened both eyes while staring at the watch on the wall of the room.

"God! I was just a dream. A new feeling of sleep, but it's morning. Haduh .. can be late I go to work."

Snuck alone in the room.

Arriving at the hospital, entering the room where he used to open a practice. While waiting for the patient who will be present to meet him, he also read some sheets of fantasy novels as his routine.

The puffy face of #the effect of a very strange dream that night, when the knock on the door sounded very loudly to make him surprised and raise his shoulders, the sound came from outside his practice room.

Open the door with your right hand. He stared at the person in black robes in front of him.

He greeted me very gently. "Can I help you?"

"I'd like to consult you about what I'm going through right now" he said very seriously.

Staring very seriously, Reka waited for him to say. However, the patient who was in front of him was silent in a thousand languages.

"I'm sorry ... What is your complaint?" chirp Reka by starting the speech.

He took a deep breath, as if he was confused about where to start. Before long, a loud voice sounded again from outside the room. The hysterical cries of some people were so eloquent in his ears.

"Attent. You stay here, I'll vote outside. It seems something happened." Design left her patient for a moment and hurriedly opened the door of her practical space.

After the door opened, a long-haired woman neatly tied to a yellow raffia rope walked up swiftly across the front of the Reka practice room.

"They're there!" he shouted in a slightly loud voice.

Dena paused and walked back to meet the call center. "Yes, Rek. What's up, huh?" ask her by looking at the face of the other person.

Design back. "That's what it sounds like, huh? Seems like a lot of hysterics?"

"Oh, yes. The patient died of a fall, but I'm surprised, why his shoulder is full of blood."

"Mak—sud? Blood how?" reply Design by talking stammering.

Denada. "Gue also did not know for sure, besides the victim was also not an ordinary person. His face is mysterious."

Sambar Design. "Well, who's crying hysterically?"

"Maybe his family's times."

Denada lightly hit the shoulder of the interlocutor. "Gue go back there first, and let's continue."

"okay."

Having left her patient for too long, Reka finally came back in and was about to ask around the complaints of the black-robed man.

"Sorry ... if I leave you too la .. ma."

Reversing his body and staring at the empty patient chair, there was no one there. To re-assure the patient, the short-haired girl with round glasses stared towards the left and right sides.

"City ...."

Finally he sat down again in his chair. As soon as the feathers bristled, the quiet atmosphere in the practice room made him always squeak uneasily. Feeling uncomfortable, and a little afraid of the cloaked figure that had been in the patient's chair.

Where did the patient go, huh? No, it's not here. If he leaves, it must be through the front door. Because the access to the outside there is only one. But I don't see anyone coming out of it, he said in his heart.

Glancing right and left while sipping warm coffee. A whispering voice rang out from above the ceiling of the room. He turned his head upwards and the cloaked figure was present with white wings that stretched wide.

"No ...!"

Get out of your seat and run outside. Arriving in the room that read 'Madaver Room' Reka stopped for a moment. Lean with breath.

Both ears try to catch a sound coming from inside the room. He turned his head slightly and stared steadily into a lifeless rigid body arrangement.

The line-up of bodies left the woman in a severe trauma with an unusual sighting recently. Both at home and at work.

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