The Lost In The Nightmare

First Step To Final

...NIGHTMARE 17'S...

...First Step to Final...

Sandi fell asleep very soundly on the long sofa horizontally in the last room. Dream flowers that are present decorate her sleeping frame managed to make Sandi jerk in shock so that her sleeping position changed into a sitting position. Irregular Password Breath. One of Sandi's arms moves to wipe away the sweat that has been pouring very heavily around her forehead and temples.

When his hands touched the skin of his own neck, he realized something that he was sweating coldly. His brain turned back to remember what he had just dreamed. Nightmares.

One thing he remembered most from the long barrage of new nightmare movies playing inside his dream frame was that he heard the screaming voice of a long shrill woman.

Sandi closed her eyes again, trying to throw away the useless dream. After feeling himself somewhat at ease, he glanced towards the clock hanging above one side of the wall of the last room.

It was now three o'clock past thirty minutes early in the morning blind, he thought to himself.

After a deep breath, he suddenly recalled the incident before he fell asleep here slowly and pensively himself, realizing he was asleep on the couch in the last room. Shouldn't he sleep in his room?

It is true that he had slept in his room, but Fitri woke him up because the woman's stomach had revolted asking for food around noon? Then when he arrived downstairs, Fitri said that he could go for his own food because, the woman could not bear to see the condition of Sandi who had walked down the stairs with staggering due to drowsiness that still faithfully attacked her.

But... Wait for. It's half-four now, and Fitri hasn't woken her yet? A feeling of uneasiness now enveloped him. The questions kept spinning: Did Fitri finish her meal and go back to the room without waking herself up? Where should he look for Fitri to make sure the woman is okay first? To the bedroom? Or to... dining room?

Negative shadows about Fitri began to appear little by little, Sandi shook her head very hard one of the efforts to eliminate the negative impression. Fitri is fine. And Fitri will be fine.

Since he thought optimistically that Fitri had returned to his room on the second floor, Sandi set her foot firmly towards the second floor. Sandi prayed in her heart and hoped that Fitri would fall asleep in her room peacefully when Sandi got her whereabouts later.

When he got to the door of his room, Sandi sighed softly and opened the door to immediately confirm whether Fitri was in his room or not. And the answer is.nothing.

Sandi felt tense for a moment, the negative thoughts were again present in her mind. He immediately stepped foot quickly down the stairs after closing the door very tightly— arguably slammed the door—and towards the only place where he could get Fitri was now. Dining room.

With nimble, Sandi passed through the intricacies of the room in the villa to immediately arrive at the dining room as soon as possible. Really, his mind's fucked up right now. He no longer wanted to lose his precious friends. All he can do now is pray and hope that Fitri will be nothing.

His footsteps stopped while he was right in the still dark dining room. Sandi opened the dining room door firmly, so that the dining room door hit the wall that was in the door's rotation path.

"FITRI!" call him in a loud and firm voice.

Blank.

A glimmer of light entering from the hallway outside the dining room was able to enter and illuminate the room slightly through the doorway that had been opened by Sandi.

Sandi's eyes continue to circulate around the corner of the dining room, hoping to still find a figure he was looking for, but the results are nil. The room was completely empty and neat. His breathing faltered, now he only realized that his worry had exceeded the usual limits. Where is Fitri?

After some time to think clearly about other places besides the dining room, suddenly swamped is another room that still has a relationship with the dining room. Kitchen.

Sandi again jumped into the kitchen which was not far from the dining room without closing the door of the room that he had opened wide.

It did not take five seconds to run to the kitchen, now Sandi has arrived right in front of the kitchen door that is still tightly closed. No suspicious voices could be heard from behind that door. Somehow, instead of feeling happy, but instead his feelings become more riled up than before.

Sandi swallowed her own saliva and sighed firmly. His hand moved to open—more precisely broke through—the kitchen door as he shouted calling, "FITRI!"

The smell of rust mixed with salt is present in Sandi's sense of smell, making her head dizzy due to that unpleasant smell. Eyes wide open when seeing a figure he was looking for was in a condition that was not predicted by his genius brain.

"FITRIII!"

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

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"FITRI!"

The eyelids of a dark brown crowned woman open slowly, revealing green irises that are no less beautiful than emerald and jade gems.

The sound of shouting that called Fitri managed to wake this girl named jihan from her deep sleep. Because I was curious about the scream from outside who called Fitri, Jihan got up from her bed slowly—remember now she was in the middle of Rizal and Kurnia who were still asleep on the left and right edge of the mattress—and went straight towards the window that led outside the villa.

Iris eyes emerald Jihan caught a figure of a Password that was opening the door of the dining room that dark—seems like the dining room lights were not yet turned off. Sandi seemed to be silent for a moment, seeming to be looking for something. Is Sandi looking for Fitri?

"Ji, what are you doing there?"

The owner of the little name Jihan immediately turned his head towards the back, he slightly jolted as he suddenly saw a raven-haired young man who was a little messy behind his back without him noticing in the slightest.

"Ah, you, Zal... No. gabe. I was just curious about the voice of the person who had shouted earlier. But it turns out it was Sandi's voice." Jihan turned her body back towards the outside of the window. "And it seems that he is looking for...Fitri?" jihan said unsure.

Rizal followed Jihan's line of sight. His dark onyx eyes saw a man who was silent in the doorway of the dining room. What's that guy doing?

"Woi, Zal, Ji.. What are you doing standing in front of a window like that? Can you shut up and go back to sleep? You're interrupting my sleep, you know?"

Before long Kurnia threw all his words while blurting on the mattress, iris emerald and onyx it again saw the movement of Sandi who is now walking towards... kitchen door? Is he hungry?

After a few seconds Sandi was silent facing the kitchen door, her hand moved slowly to hold the door pedal, then in a loud stomp while shouting, "FITRI!"

Hearing Fitri's words in her ear, Kurnia immediately got out of her bed in a hurry to the window Jihan and Rizal were in. Following the eyes of his two best friends. He stared at the figure of Sandi for a moment with his aquamerine iris blue. Sandi's body looked tense.

"Is Fitri there and okay?" mumble Jihan slowly. Almost like a whisper.

"Hopefully there is and is fine" said Rizal with a similar whisper.

"Not 'hopefully', but 'definitely' is fine," Kurnia's correction to Rizal's whisper of an answer.

After a few seconds of silence, there was the sound of shouting, "FITRII!"

Jihan gasped while covering her mouth with one of her hands. An uneasy feeling began to descend towards his body. Weight.

"It doesn't seem okay." Rizal looked stiffly at Sandi who was facing into the kitchen.

Kurnia nodded her head, approving of Rizal's words. "And it's not okay." His hand poked Rizal's shoulder. "I think we should hurry down. Come on!"

Rizal follows Kurnia's footsteps as she moves out ahead of him after awakening Jihan from her world of shock. Rizal walked with quick and big steps, trying to catch up with Kurnia who was in front of him while holding the hand of Jihan who was only half conscious.

At first glance, Kurnia turned her head back to make sure that her two friends were right behind her. But for some reason, the direction of view of his eyes became rested and fixated by the hands of Rizal who was holding Jihan's hand while walking half-run. And it was at that moment that the pain he felt earlier in his chest came back. Wh why? Aren't Kurnia and Jihan friends? A friendship?

Kurnia's head looked straight ahead again. Kurnia shook her head a little, trying to get rid of all the insignificant thoughts that perched in her poor brain. The most important and foremost is: He must immediately head to where Sandi is and make sure that no problems re-occur in the midst of his remaining companions.

Not more than a minute later, Kurnia, Rizal, and Jihan were already able to see a Sandi kneeling in front of the kitchen doorway in their eye patch. Belief in the occurrence of a thing again becomes a strong belief in the person of the three of their brains.

"San! What's going on?" kurnia asked impatiently when they finally got to where Sandi was.

A Sandi could not say another word. He was already very shocked by the situation before his eyes. His eyes kept staring in disbelief at what was in front of him. In that kitchen.

As impatience overcame curiosity, Kurnia, Rizal, and Jihan ventured to see the real situation in the kitchen.

Their eyes were wide. Oh, not anymore...

Now right on the wall in the kitchen in front of them, has hung a figure of Fitri very unnaturally. Not hung with a rope, but with a few kitchen knives stuck very deep—even to penetrate the wall behind him—in the forehead, neck, both shoulders and elbows, palms, hands, his chest, stomach, both thighs, and ankles. The thick red blood seemed to splash even flowing around the wall of the corpse hanging. The smell filled the kitchen.

Before Jihan returned to her weakened state, Rizal swiftly closed both of Jihan's eyes using one of her palms. And sure enough, now Rizal can feel that Jihan's body temperature is rising again. Heat.

Staring at his two friends who could not dwell and did not know what else to do, Rizal—the only person who is still aware there—l went to throw an order for Kurnia—which he thinks is still more aware than Sandi.

"Kur! Hurry up you wake up the servants here! Tell them to do what they need to do!"

Rizal's loud and heavy voice was able to make Kurnia aware instantly from the long daydream of distrust of what she saw. Kurnia nodded firmly towards Rizal and immediately darted towards the special mess for the villa's servants.

Seeing Kurnia's back that had disappeared from sight, Rizal turned his gaze towards where Sandi was. The feeling of lethargy saw the state of Sandi perch on him as his onyx iris stared at the fallen Sandi helplessly.

Rizal doesn't know what to do with his friend. Because now he was preoccupied by the state of Jihan which is still uncertain.

Sandi grabbed her own hair with both hands. His eyes widened. His teeth were grinding against each other. Body shaking. Mind fucked. He doesn't know what to do and he doesn't know what to do. All he knew was: Fitri experienced something like this because he could not help his own drowsiness and left a woman alone.

"San, are you okay?" rizal asked while clapping one of his hands on Sandi's shoulder. His hands still hugged Jihan.

Rizal's words were like a powerful magnetic force that managed to pull Sandi and her mind to the real conscious. Sandi set her breath panting. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to control his whole mind accordingly.

"It's okay." Sandi breathed softly for many times. "It's okay." His eyes glanced at Jihan with a worried look. "Himself? Is he okay?"

"Not to worry, he was just in shock to see what was already happening in front of him." Rizal's head moved slightly into the kitchen, indicating what he meant.

Sandi massaged the small temple of his eyes, trying to calm his soul that was almost not crowded earlier. His irises occasionally glanced at Fitri's lifeless body which was still hanging on one side of the kitchen wall and immediately followed the pain in his chest.

Fitri's death left wounds and regrets in the depths of his heart.

"I didn't expect that 'he' was also after Fitri who almost never troubled us."

Iris onyx Rizal glanced at Sandi who was still sitting on the cold floor. Observing his words one by one.

"I'm sorry I left him alone." Sandi's right hand grabbed her own hair. "If only I had known a little bit of the characteristics of this killer, I would have finished him with my own hands. To me and to my friends who have preceded me, we."

Rizal's mouth opened like he was going to say something, but was cut off by the sound of baritone at the end of the hall.

"Woi! I've brought in the villa's servants!" kurnia said from a distance in a loud voice.

The sound of footsteps of some people who were running was getting closer and closer towards Sandi and Rizal and Jihan were.

One of the maids— named Deri— said something, "I'm sorry for this incident, Young Master! We didn't expect this to happen, it was completely out of our minds!"

"Hn. It's okay, we've also accepted this fact with a free-spirited, "Rizal replied accordingly so as not to make the servants worried.

Sandi's eyes suddenly swerved towards Rizal who was standing next to her. He stared at the figure of the stoic-faced friend with eyes that were difficult to interpret with words.

Now the servants who managed to be called Kurnia immediately threw themselves into the task that had been shared equally by the vice butler. Someone moved to pick up the body bag. And also there are moving into the kitchen, cleaning up what has happened there.

Kurnia who had noticed the movements of the servants who were working, turned her eyes towards Rizal who was silent looking towards the kitchen. A few seconds later, Aquamarine's iris stared with concern at the figure of her best friend sleeping inside Rizal's arms now.

"Zal, you better get Jihan back to the room right away." Kurnia looked back at Rizal. "It seems that he needs a lot of rest and calmness from seeing this happen."

The dark Iris onyx Rizal glanced at Jihan who was inside his arms. "Hn, you're right." Rizal looked at Kurnia again. "Who's the—"

Rizal had not finished refining his sentence, Kurnia cut off his words, "No need to worry, let me pay attention to these servants work. Isn't 'Did Jihan need you more to know the disease and what she needs?"

Looking at the typical Kurnia smile that was expanding, Rizal could only say. "If that's what you want, fine."

After Rizal turned his body and walked a few steps, he suddenly stopped his steps for a moment and looked back. "San, it's better that you also rest because it looks like your mental state is unstable right now."

The owner of the small name called by Rizal turned his head and smiled faintly. "It's okay, I just want to be here any minute."

"Kur, you too. If you feel tired and sleepy, you better not force yourself, you could be even more troublesome with the disease that attacks you later," rizal said indifferently as he turned and walked back leaving Kurnia and Sandi still sitting on the cold floor behind.

Kurnia who was given such a message could only sneer in annoyance and reply, "Alright, Doctor!" before the figure disappeared from sight.

The yellow-faced young man looked at his friend one more—Sandi— who was sitting leaning on one of the roof support poles of this open corridor and decided to sit next to him. For some reason, Kurnia felt a cold feeling had enveloped the two of them. Finally, Kurnia who usually can not keep her mouth shut goods for a second would rather not say anything than a problem that he did not want to happen.

A body bag containing Fitri's lifeless body came out of the kitchen. Leaving the impression of sadness and being moved into one. Good bye's.

"I feel like something's weird."

Kurnia's head turned towards Sandi. "What?"

Sandi lowered her head so that Kurnia could not see clearly Sandi's face from the side. "I feel like there's something weird about him."

"Who?"

"Your little boy friend, Rizal."

Kurnia gasped in shock at hearing that, then covered her with her little laugh. "What's so weird, San? Nothing is strange. If you feel strange about his cold nature, please be understood because he is like that," Kurnia explained at length, trying to explain it as well as possible.

Silent. Sandi did not speak a bit. His head was still bowed deeply, it seemed like a sense of regret still enveloped his heart?

In that silence, Kurnia was pensive for a moment. Thinking about what Sandi's mouth just said. Or it seems that Sandi was deliberately silent to provide an opportunity for Kurnia to think rationally. Various facial expressions just flashed without him noticing on his face.

Weirdo? What's so weird? Does Rizal really look weird? thought Kurnia in heart.

The shadow of Kurnia's mind brings itself back to the moments before they—which is still complete— set out to the villa, talks about hiking, and until the terrible tragedy that happened to Novi. Well, that was the beginning of the tragedy all this began. Then it continues to the tragedy of Jendi and Fitri's recent death.

There was nothing strange about Rizal, Kurnia nodded confidently.

Wait for. Suddenly a faint memory flashed across the threshold of Kurnia's mind.

At that time Rizal...

Kurnia threw her gaze towards Rizal disappearing earlier.

Don't-don't...

With one swift movement, Kurnia stood up from the cold floor she had been sitting on earlier. He turned towards Sandi who was silent not in place earlier. "San, I'm going to the room now, yeah!"

The aquamerine-sliced young man threw himself as fast as he could. Before he disappeared at the turn that was about to swallow his figure, Kurnia exclaimed to Sandi for a moment, "San, you'd better head over to your room as well and rest! Careful, you're there yourself!" After the sentence was finished, Kurnia disappeared from the eye pelukan. Really good timing, right?

The sound of Kurnia's running footsteps is now no longer heard by the eardrum of this young man named Sandi. His mind could be said to be completely empty, it could also be said to be completely full. I don't know, no one can read the look on his face right now because his head is still down—and it looks like the bow is getting deeper.

Various kinds of events that occurred in this villa have been described by him in the brain of his pride which has an IQ of more than two hundred. All of his descriptions are related to the nature and behavior of Rizal that he has noticed so far.

Not long after, Sandi jolted from her mind all this time. An arch of a sharp smile adorned his bowed and faint face. Did Sandi get the evidence she needed? Why did Sandi accuse Rizal?

"Well... Rizal's." Password's head was raised upwards, his gaze straight forward. "I'll unlock all your secrets."

...~Lost In Nightmare~...

...The To Be Continued…...