The One Thousand Days

Chapter 21. Lullaby

Alex patted my head slowly, after which he also lightly tucked my forehead. I just keep quiet and choose to accept, anyway all that does not mean anything\-nothing. Just old habits that are hard to let go of.

“Obspect\-be careful!” he said while releasing a hug.

“Kakak too!”

“You kicked me out?” tanyanya sambik raised one eyebrow.

“Sister Alex wants to work, I am also the same,” ketusku deliberately asserted it would be better if he immediately lifted his foot.

“Iya, yes, I go,” he said while chuckling softly. “No need to deliver me!”

“Iya.”

I didn't drive him out, Alex didn't like being treated like a guest either. Not long after the young man walked out, the sound of the car engine roaring out loud enough to make my head throb pain. I sat back on the couch and covered my ears when Alex's car engine sounded louder. His voice is disturbing. My fingers were squeezing my head, shadow after shadow appeared in the eye sinks.

I saw him that night. His eyes did not blink looking at me. Blood flowed down his eyes. It formed a horrible horror scene. Lips rounded. The blood-stained\-boy on the edge of the sidewalk is now upside down. Blood was flowing into his head. Everything is flat and upside down. The seat belt is holding my body. I looked, Mother's head drooping weakly. I looked back at the boy, he was still looking at me.

Screeches stuck out of my mouth. I squeezed my hair harder. Like there are small\-nails that stick in the cranium and cause pain to spread. I think my head could be split at any time. I gritted my teeth until something salty was splashed in my mouth.

“Killer!” the little boy's mouth on the sidewalk formed that word without saying a word.

“Not!” I shook my head slowly.

“Killer!”

 “Stop!” my screams tried to stop the vortex of terrifying shadows.

Another scream came out of my throat. I want the little boy to disappear. It doesn't matter if everything goes away as long as I can be alone. My eyes were fixed on the glass on the table. The object may be that it can be \*\*\*\*\*\* the figure of the child.My hands are outstretched reaching for the glass.

“No, Enza!”

Someone pulled the glass away. My eyes turned, I looked the other way. No need for a glass, something else. I have to get rid of that little boy. Really, I don't want to see her again.

“Enza, I beg you!”

“That little boy! The boy said I was a killer!” I said while pointing at the boy who was now lying not far from my place. His dark eyes were staring at me without blinking.

“That's not true!”

Someone cupped my cheek. Making my eyes now stare at his pitch-black bead. I looked into the little boy's eyes and turned to look at the young man who was now in front of me. The black bead is the same. Really\-right exactly the same.

“Go!” I screamed loudly with my palms back to my ears.

“Enza it's me! It's me!” he said he sounded panicked.

“Do not touch me!”

“Can't, you need to calm down!” he said, forcing my body closer.

I was still rebelling when I realized his scent was not foreign. I remember her scent was lost sometimes, sometimes it came up, but I liked it. The smell shows that he is alive.

“Quiet!” he said again while raising my body above his lap.

He also cupped my face to his chest, as if\-as if he didn't want me to see the little boy now lying on the floor. He also grabbed my hair. Squeezing my head. Rubbing her lips slowly over the surface of my forehead. I was silent and did not want to respond. The bloody boy's face still loomed in the eyes, I was still afraid.

“He's not real!” he mumbled softly in my ear. “She is only a shadow.”

I tightened my embrace. Squeeze his shirt harder. I want this young man to be quiet.

“He's just an illusion!”

I didn't answer. The young man did not understand that what I saw was not an illusion. The child is real, his blood is also completely\-existent.

“You heard me, you're not alone!”

He mumbled a soft hum. The voice was not foreign and calmed me down. I fell silent, my fingers clenched. Sweat flooded my back and my head. His arms hugged me more and more while his lips continued to send out gentle\-words in my ears. The shadow began to blur and blur. The tip of my nose now touches the surface of his neck skin. He patted my head gently. My sense of smell breathed in the soothing aroma of mint mixed with bath soap. The pain in the head gradually\-gradually disappeared as my eyes began to weigh. The touch of his fingers now caressed my back. Drowsiness suddenly\-sudden attack. My head is on his shoulder. His voice was still flowing, sending humming into my sense of hearing as darkness began to reach me. Maybe this is better.

I squirmed, opened my eyes and raised my head. My head still hurts, but the voice\-voice has disappeared. My hands still wrapped around his neck. I pulled my arm and wanted to move but his hand was still tightly wrapped around my waist. My body is still in his lap. My eyes turned towards the window. The sun has fallen on the western horizon. I slept almost all day.

I looked back at his face. The young man was sleeping in his sleep. Geralku but not Geral. There is no resemblance between the two of them. The face of this young man gave off an innocent and innocent impression, while Geral always looked solemn. His mouth opened a little. His lips were flushed and patches of dried blood were still stuck on his surface. Her dense eyelashes made me want to pluck just one as an eye sign. My fingers moved to flick the strands of hair that covered my forehead. A white scar ran across his forehead. The end of the wound almost reached his eyebrows. I traced that scar. I gasped and hurriedly pulled my finger as he moved. A smile rose on her lips shortly after she opened her eyes.

“You're up apparently!”

He took his arm off my waist and stroked my cheek. Her dimples poked as she smiled. I just nodded. My stomach sounded without warning.

“You must be hungry,” he said gently.

I shook my head and put my arm back around his neck.

“I'll cook.”

“We had dinner outside only,” I suggested.

I really want a change of mood. I don't remember what happened today. I'm just tired.

“Sure.”

I shifted down from his lap. He slowly yawned and stretched his body.

“I'll get ready\-ready,” I said as I moved to my feet.

“Hati\-heart,” he said as he hurriedly\hurried up and held me.

“I'm fine\-nothing,” I said soothing although my head was still throbbing pain. It's just, I don't want to make him worry more.

“I also want to take a shower, my body smells,” he grunts slowly while raising his arms while kissing his armpits.

I smiled and nodded again. He laughed again, this time more crispy until his eyes were almost closed. Geral never laughed that wide. He's always under control. He rarely admitted the weakness he had in him. It doesn't seem like any of this makes sense. Has he really\altered after waking up from the dead?

“Geral!” call me intentionally make sure.

“Ya?”

She's looking. His black eyes looked at me, he looked confused. A serious expression was plastered on that face.

“Nothing\-what.”

I turned away. There's something weird. That lullaby song, I heard it. Geral never sang even to her mother. He repeated that phrase a few times in his twilight. A sentence that was not foreign but Geral would not utter such a sentence. But there can be no one else in this body. To think of it until it still makes no sense