The Lost In The Nightmare

Who Is It?

...NIGHTMARE 16'S...

...Who is 'it'?...

"Ji, there's something I want to consult with you." Rizal put the empty bowl in his hand on the small cupboard where Kurnia's bowl was also located.

Right after Rizal said his sentence, the group of lightning that was in the black sky that was free to snatch at each other. Several flashes of light managed to sneak in through the windows of the room, and the thunderous sound that rang through the eardrum left a woman named Jihan shocked to death.

"YESY!"

Reflexively, Jihan covered her earlobes using her two small hands. His heart was pounding incoherently. His head was bowed in. And her eyelids closed so tightly, that no glimmer of light was able to force its way into her eyes.

Seeing Jihan reacting like that, Rizal suddenly remembered a past event that stated that Jihan was afraid of the sound of lightning that seemed to be angry with him.

Whether there was any wind, Rizal immediately hugged Jihan very tightly. His right hand moved to gently stroke Jihan's delicate dark brown hair. Trying to calm him down. In his mind again revolved the question of Jihan's reaction to the lightning sound that he had recently ignored.

"Why haven't you been scared lately when there's lightning?" ask Rizal directly to the point.

Jihan's body moved to escape from Rizal's embrace. "Because Fitri once said, actually the rain is very soothing and makes everyone feel happy. While the lightning is loud not because it is angry with us, but because of a natural occurrence where both the west and east winds collide with each other resulting in lightning and a deafening sound."

Now Rizal just looked at the girl in front of him with a look of not understanding why Fitri's words really affect the problem of Jehan's fear of lightning. "Then, why are you suddenly not afraid of lightning?"

Jihan clamped her chin between her index finger and the thumb of her right hand. "Because in retrospect the words of Fitri have a point too." Jihan pressed her shoulders. "Well, I think."

The two fell silent within the rhythm of the rain-stirring backsound that began to harden instantly. Until the voice of Jihan who had returned to normal as usual broke the silence that lay wide between them.

"Zal's? You said there was something you wanted to ask me. What'sthat?" Jihan put her innocent look back on, thus making her even more cute.

"A—" Rizal's lips feel stiff. I want to say, but I cannot say. It is as if there is a feeling that impairs his thoughts and actions. It hard. "No. No, it's. Forget."

Rizal's words made Jihan tilt her head to the right. "Why don't you ask? You said you wanted to consult me."

Rizal stringed up his words for a moment. His head was slightly bowed, his irises staring gently at the white bedsheet. "No. I just thought that even though I was a genius, but I immediately became a fool if I was dealing with—"

"Love?"

The head with hair like a chicken butt looked up to look at Jihan who was looking at him while smiling a little. "Where do you know?" tanya Rizal gasped.

The sound of a small laugh came out from Jihan's vocal chords. "From your sentence it was clearly visible, you know! I've also read a book that has a sentence like the one you talked about."

"Oh... Well, that's how it is."

"So, are you having trouble with love?"

"Not troubled, just confused." Rizal scratches his head, trying to cover up the fact that he is stupid when it comes to love.

Jihan took a breath and exhaled it very tightly. "So, are you going to consult me?"

Her onyx iris looked at Jihan softly. "No."

Jihan scrunched her forehead. "Why? Don't you understand the word love?" He slightly teases Rizal to want to tell him what makes him confused about love.

"It's okay, I just want to learn and understand it myself. And... instead of you saying you don't really understand what love is?"

Checkmate. "Well, but I also read a few books about it, so I also understand a little about what love is, well..." obviously Jihan was rambling.

Rizal raised next to his eyebrows. "That means you're less professional because you never feel it yourself." Rizal threw away his eyes from Jihan while folding both of his hands in front of her chest. "I don't want to consult an unprofessional person." The pride of his family that flowed within his body suddenly came out just like that.

Jihan narrowed her eyes and put on a pouting face. "Alright, Young Master Doctor Rizal! I'm not a professional, but I know better how love is."

Rizal chuckles a little at the call-to-be that Jihan gave him. Instantly their laughter exploded within the room due to their equally stubborn nature.

.......

...+++~Lost~++...

.......

Kurnia continued to walk through the hallway of the villa room on the second floor until her feet stopped stepping in front of a door that was not far from the door of the room she had just reclined earlier. He knocked on the door slowly.

Before long, a male voice appeared coming from inside. "Go in, it's not locked."

Kurnia opened the door that was in front of her after taking a deep breath. "Hi, San! Long time no see!" greet Kurnia with her spirit as she entered the room and closed the door she had opened.

"Not that we just met when you gave me a bowl of porridge here, huh?" tanya Sandi who is busy arranging Fitri head pillow so that women who fall asleep in her mattress feel comfortable.

"O-oh, yeah, yeah..." Kurnia scratched the back of her head while smiling crisply.

Somehow, Sandi felt strange by seeing the smile that was plastered from Kurnia's face. "What the hell is going on with you? Usually if you're thinking about something, your thoughts and smiles must be messed up like that."

Although Kurnia's heart was a little surprised why Sandi understood the look on her face, but certainly now she can not hold back her feelings anymore. Kurnia looked at Sandi with a glazed look and slightly sobbed. "Write..."

Sandi widened her eyes. "Tu-Wait a minute," surely he will do as he did then again, he continued inwardly.

Kurnia's cry can't be contained anymore. "YAHOO! SANDIE!" rengek Kurnia while running and crashing Sandi. Or rather, embrace him.

"Kur! Can't you take your hand off my body?" yelling Sandi with a high tone while trying to take off both hands Kurnia who was coiling on her waist, while Kurnia's face was immersed in her chest. Making Sandi feel disgusted for a moment.

After a long time Sandi struggled with both hands Kurnia, in the end Sandi said, "OK, I gave up, so, tell me what your problem is now."

Kurnia turned her head towards Sandi who was looking at her with a glowing face back. "Really, 'Is it?"

"Yes," replied Sandi lazily.

"Yeah! Let's get started!" sahut Kurnia was enthusiastic as he pulled out a chair and sat on it. Kurnia thought for a moment. "Where do we start, huh?"

Sandi stared at Kurnia. "Do you want a story, or not?" he said by emphasizing the two words in his sentence.

"All right, I'll tell you."

Kurnia is currently fighting with her heart and mind. He wanted to tell a story, but in a way he felt bad about the feeling of his heart. A confused feeling swept over him now.

In the opposite direction to Kurnia, Sandi was observing Kurnia's different attitude than usual—and rarely seen this. For some reason, he remembered a moment where Kurnia had displayed facial expressions like now when they were both somewhere.

"You must be thinking about Jihan, huh?"

Kurnia immediately looked at Sandi and widened her aquamarine iris. "Where do you know? You can read people's minds, right?" kurnia ceplas-ceplos.

With a feeling of annoyance, Sandi nudged her forehead as hard as possible. "Don't just talk. I'm just guessing because you once showed this kind of face when we discussed how you felt about Jihan a few days ago, before we got stuck in this shitty mountain range."

"Oh, so I've been like this in front of him, huh?" ask Kurnia to herself. Making Sandi who heard Kurnia's question like that become upset and give off a dark aura.

To avoid the dark grip of the aura of Sandi, Kurnia took the safe step—i displays a charming smile while laughing grimily. "Joking, really."

Sandi sighed, trying to be patient. "So, what's your problem with Jihan so it can make you like this?" ask Password directly to the core.

"Neither, I do not know why I suddenly felt pain when I saw Rizql gang-gam Jihan's hand earlier," said Kurnia while forcing out the word 'grasping' that was difficult to say.

Sandi's brain works to analyze the word Kurnia. "Then?"

"Then..." Kurnia thought for a moment. "Then I quickly finished my meal and went here" said Kurnia with a smile like her sunshine.

Sandi growled a little. "You are.." he said to the still-stricken Kurnia. After a moment of thought, Sandi decided to ask Kurnia a question.

"Now I will ask you." Both hands he folded in front of his chest. "Do you love Jihan?"

"Dreaming? Of course, I love him so much! Jihan was my only precious female friend!" exclaim Kurnia with a burning spirit.

Sandi narrowed her eyes. "I knew that!" He was trying to explain the loving word he was talking about. "I mean, you love Jihan with all your heart, and you even thought about having her. That's what I mean."

Kurnia stared for a moment until she forgot to breathe. "If it was, anyway..." Kurnia hesitated to say her sentence. Now his sluggish mind was busy to think of the exact answer of Sandi's words.

Do you know, Sandi? Your words almost made Kurnia not breathe.

Sandi scratched the back of her head. "Hows it? Yes, or not?"

"Do you want me to be honest or not?"

"Honest."

Kurnia cleared her throat loudly. Trying to bury his shame as deeply as possible. "To be honest, yes." Kurnia added, "Even I feel ashamed because I once thought of getting it." Kurnia's heart was rumbling and pounding.

Sandi flicked her finger. "Then you're in love with him!" disconnects later.

Kurnia widened her eyes. "Whatchu mean? I've always thought that Jihan is my best friend who I love so much and always want to protect!" elak Kurnia's.

"I-iya, anyway." replied Kurnia stammering. "But am I really in love with him? The jihan? My best friend from childhood who had dark brown hair and had a cute face and white and adorable?"

"From the description of the final sentence of your question it has been discovered that you like him, Kur.." muttered Sandi as she rubbed her forehead with her fingers that had cooled. "That's a sign that you love Jihan without you noticing a thing."

Kurnia raised her eyebrows in disbelief. "Is there really such a feeling of love?"

"There is, of course," answered the short password.

"Example?"

"You."

Kurnia laughed disdainfully as she threw away her face. He looked back at Sandy. "Other than me."

"Your heart."

Kurnia grunted in annoyance. "Other than that?"

"Your mind."

"Aishis... Can't you answer all the things I have to do? I'll ask you something other than myself."

Sandi flicked her shoulder not knowing. "Because I've just seen and heard love firsthand without this kind of consciousness of soul and body." He raised both eyebrows at a glance, asking for answers or at least the response that Kurnia would throw.

And all a Kurnia can do now is to look at Sandi with a questioning gaze: are her words and predictions trustworthy? Maybe now Kurnia is dizzy seven about her own feelings right now.

Have you ever felt this kind of love? The feeling of love that has grown and developed into a great feeling without you noticing? Then...have you spoken of it? Or are you still as deep in your heart as possible? Remember, regret always comes later without mercy.

"How's it?" asked Sandi who was impatiently waiting for the reaction from Kurnia about what she had said about Kurnia's strange feelings. "Do you believe my words?"

Kurnia breathed out firmly. "Eitherway. Maybe I will get the right answer about whether or not your words were right. Sooner or later."

Sandi is smiling at a smile. "If it's, anyway, it's up to you." A question popped into his mind. "Kur, have you ever wondered about Rizal's own feelings?"

Kurnia raised her next to her eyebrows. "You mean?"

"It's nothing, I'm just wondering with myself. I was thinking, you three: you, Jihan, and Rizal have been friends since childhood—"

"Sa-ha-bat since childhood," corrects Kurnia.

"Yes, sa-ha-bat since childhood. Then, you unwittingly liked Jihan who was your little friend." Sandi looked at Kurnia inside. "Have you ever thought that Rizal also had the same feelings for Jihan as you do now?"

Kurnia's eyes harden. The shadow of his mind again led him to remember a scene captured by his naked eye where Rizal was holding Jihan's hand as Kurnia entered his villa. But quickly, Kurnia brushed aside all her negative thoughts as far as possible from the memories in her brain.

Kurnia laughed crisply. "Where do I know? I just don't realize my true feelings for Jihan, especially if I'm told to suspect someone else's feelings for Jihan?"

"Other people?" Sandi asserted, "Not anyone else, but this is Rizal Ardiansyah. Someone who has been one of your playmates since childhood. And also Jihan."

Kurnia scratched her head that was not itchy. "Ah, stop! To think about my own feelings for others is difficult, let alone also think about the feelings of others to others? My brain could be broken for a long time."

"Well, then don't think about it. I was just asking myself, "Sandi said, ending the conversation between them.

Kurnia pressed her lips. "Huh, yes, I want to go back to my room!" kurnia exclaimed as she stood up from her seat and walked towards the exit of the room.

Before he fully came out of the room, Kurnia said something to Sandi who was now moving to observe Fitri, "San..."

The owner of the name turned his head towards the source of the voice calling out his small name.

"Thank you!" Then, the door was closed perfectly after getting a response a small smile from Sandi.

After Kurnia had come out of her room, Sandi again looked at Fitri who was lying limp on the bed of Sandi's room. Sandi's eyes caught a liquid coming out and running from Fitri's cheeks from his eyes that opened little by little. The sobs of the bated cries sounded slow and small. It was at this time that Sandi concluded that... Fitri's crying.

With a feeling of pity, Sandi stroked Fitri's head. I hope Fitri will finish her crying soon. "Sorry, I didn't want you to hear the conversation between me and Kurnia just now. But when I think again, it's also for your own good that you've loved Kurnia wholeheartedly."

Sandi wiped Fitri's tears with her finger. "Before you hold Kurnia too tightly, it would be better if you knew the truth that Kurnia does not love you, she is loving others unconsciously. Isn't Kurnia stupid, Fit?"

Sandi smiled. "Sleep. And forget him."

Slowly but surely, Fitri's eyelids begin to close on their own. His body was powerless to endure the pain he felt, and the rest of his strength was exhausted which he had used only to cry.

.......

...+++~Lost~++...

.......

The second needle of a wall clock in a room keeps moving nonstop. The sound of the second of the hour filled the entire room that was silent and quiet. No talking voice. No impact noise and movement of objects. Only seconds can be heard.

Seemed an indigo—-haired woman named Little Fitri— was writhing on the bed, unable to sleep. Several times he tried to roll his body to the left and then to the right, and various styles he has done, but nothing can make him calm.

Suddenly, a sound other than the second of the clock appeared without warning. The voice of the stomach of a Fitri who was asking to be filled to eat. Because he could not stand his empty stomach, Fitri finally decided to wake the person next to him who seemed to be sleeping soundly on Fitri's back.

"San, can you accompany me to find food in the kitchen?" ask in a small voice. Fear of disturbing the sleep of someone who is asleep.

The young man who felt disturbed by his dream turned his head to look at the female figure behind his back. "Are you hungry?"

With embarrassment, Fitri nodded her head slightly. He wanted to go down to the kitchen alone, but somehow he woke up Sandi next to him.

The wide yawning password was covered by one of his hands. "Alright, come on," invite the still-cursed Password. The wall clock shows two hours past thirteen in the morning.

The two of them went down the stairs to head for the first floor of the villa after rushing out of their dream-bearer's room. Fitri who had seen Sandi staggering to accompany her to eat, now her heart feels bad and burdened.

"That's it, San, you just wait for me on the couch, okay?" fitri's edict took the form of a question as they arrived at one of the first-floor rooms of the villa. Last room.

Sandi rubbed her eyes which still did not want to cooperate with her brain while yawning back. "It's okay, I'll accompany you to the kitchen."

"No need, you better rest on the sofa, later I can ask the servant of this villa to cook a meal for me, really?"

Iris onyx Sandi looked at Fitri with a feeling of worry. "Surely it's okay?" tanya Sandi answered only a nod of certainty from Fitri.

"If you really want to be like that, fine, I'll wait for you here." Sandi continued her words, "If anything happens to you call me or shout, I will definitely catch up with you, OK?"

"Yes." Yeah." Fitri stepped away from the last room—leaving Sandi behind alone—and said, "Thank you, San!"

Sandi smiled briefly still with her sleepy face. "Together."

After answering a thank you note from Fitri who had been away, Sandi positioned herself lying horizontally on the long sofa. With certainty, his eyes quickly closed due to the weight of drowsiness and fatigue that befell him.

Fitri's tiny footsteps continue to move towards the villa kitchen which is separated—not far—with the villa building occupied by him and Kurnia and friends. Upon arriving in the hallway to the kitchen and dining room, not a single servant was caught by Fitri's eyes who was satisfied with his sleep. Have the entire villa servants fallen asleep in their rooms?

Fitri sighed softly. "I guess, I should take and make my own food," he murmured to himself in a trembling and slightly hoarse voice.

He continued to walk down the hallway to the kitchen. The feathers shuddered in horror. His entire mind had been filled with negative thoughts that suddenly occurred along with his goosebumps. Several times he tried to get rid of these negative thoughts from his head by shaking them tightly. Little fruitful.

About some distance from the kitchen door that was in plain sight, Fitri felt that something was watching him carefully behind him. He stopped his footsteps for a moment—where right on his right was a dining room door made of glass that reflected his image very clearly there because the dining room was pitch black. Fitri lowered his head down, thinking hard what he should do now. This second.

And finally, the only way left for her was to turn her head back inevitably. Fitri took a breath— gathered all her courage, faced her body one hundred and eighty degrees back, and...

Blank.

Her lavender eye irises roamed every corner of the hallway. Breath hunting. His heart is pounding. I don't know what happened to him, he should have breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart kept pounding and unwilling to cooperate.

Suddenly Fitri's eyeballs hardened. There's something on his left. Something was watching him, just like behind him earlier. Now the heart beats faster than before so that Fitri must increase the supply of oxygen from his mouth. He felt the observer who was next to him felt closer to him.

Without thinking any longer, Fitri turned his head to his left timidly slowly. His eyes widened wide armpits he saw a shadow reflected from the dark dining room glass door in the form of Deni with his head twitching limply on the remains of the flesh of his neck because it was half cut off. The knife that the butler was wearing was still stuck to his neck. Deni's entire body and face covered in his own blood that was still fresh. His eyeballs that were staring at Fitri like they wanted to get out of place. Deni was very close to him.

In a hurry, Fitri tried to escape from the shadow of Deni reflected on the glass door of the dining room. He limped into the kitchen and turned on a yellow light after locking the door. His breath was incredible. He was difficult to scream because he was so scared, fortunately he could still run besides screaming.

Fitri adjusted her breath for a moment while walking towards the dishwasher with slightly trembling legs. Arriving there, his hand moved to open the faucet and cupped his hands under the running tap water. He washed his face with cold water—trying to cool his head for a moment. After feeling all was enough, Fitri turned off the water tap simultaneously. His lips tried to form a smile to comfort himself after experiencing terrible things—which he tried to forget—tadi.

The sound of knives swiping at each other suddenly rang out from behind Fitri's back. The sound of that whirring grew closer and closer. Fitri's heart is racing again. The sense of his listener was fixated with the sound of whistling from behind him that was growing bigger and bigger. Surprisingly, the eardrum of Fitri does not capture at all the sound of knocking someone's shoes. So, what?

Suddenly the sound disappeared by itself. Silent. Fitri's ears did not catch any sound. He gulped his own saliva while closing his eyes, burying the fear he had in him. Until one day, a sound swiping the knife was again present. Although only a single swipe, but somehow the sound was heard very close to the ears of Fitri.

Fitri's eyes hardened for a moment. Curiosity and fear mingled within him at this moment. A flash of Deni shadow that he saw earlier filled his entire mind.

Then, Fitri turned his body firmly until he was caught by the figure of his retina complete with a knife in his hand and...

"YYYYAAAAA!"

...~Lost In Nightmare~...

...The To Be Continued…...