The Shack

TG 44:So Dream but Real

"Don't think about it, Ka. Everything will be clear in time. We need to get back to class. So, come on, Ka!" bryan asked him to get out of his seat.

The four brothers left the cafeteria after paying for their food. Likewise with Kevin and Monica who followed because the sign of re-entry to the class was heard. The students who were still outside began to fill the hallway.

Nothing special because the lesson sessions will always be the same sometimes some teachers are so boring. But some other teachers are so passionate to make students who learn to be excited. Like today a lecturer with a fairly closed appearance again reviewed one theme that is patience.

He is a religious teacher who is quite well known to students as a teacher throughout the faculty. Her name is Sarah's mother with Javanese dialect who medok even though she speaks Indonesian. The hijaber lecturer with his age is no longer young is still enthusiastic about teaching students.

"Well, as we learned last time. You can tell me what patience is. Who remembers?" mother Sarah asked with eyes sweeping across the room.

Fatih who was bored to raise her hand, made Sarah's mother welcome to answer the question. "Sabar is a term derived from the Arabic, ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ which means to restrain, prevent or be steadfast. While in terms of terms, patience is to refrain from the nature of anxiety and emotion, then hold the speech from complaining and restrain the limbs from unguided acts."

"Alhamdulillah, so complete as the search results on google. So patience here is a force, a positive force that encourages the soul to fulfill an obligation. In addition, patience is a force that prevents a person from committing a crime." Sarah's mother smiled because her new students had knowledge that could stupefy classmates.

"Patient people will bear to accept things that are not pleasing or unpleasant with pleasure and surrender themselves to Allah Almighty. Patience is one of the keys to achieving happiness and peace of life. Who can name one of the arguments about patience?" Sarah's mother again threw a question that this time made Kevin raise his hand and immediately welcome to answer.

Kevin looks to change his position honda comfortable, "Word of Allah in the Qur’an surah An-Nahl verses 126-127 which means: “And if you give a reply, which means: Dan, Then recompense you with the same punishment, but if you are patient, it is better for those who are patient. Be patient (hon Muhammad) and be not your patience except with the help of Allah and do not grieve over (deceased) them and do not constrict your breasts to what they deceive.” (QS. Nahl [16]:126-127)."

The sound of applause is heard giving appreciation for the science learned even poultice outside the head. Sarah's mother was happy because the science of religion was still heard in the class which she said was filled with wayward students. While he was teaching, no student made any trouble.

"One last question before proceeding to the next lesson. Who can name the kind of patience or the example of patience itself. What about you, Monica. Explain it to mom." Sarah's mother caught Monica daydreaming to make the girl smile knots while scratching her head.

"The example of patience is when a Muslim is struck by a bad destiny such as a sickness or death, then we must be patient and remember that the Apostles have trials that are much heavier than all of us. Therefore, Allah commands us to imitate the Apostles in patience.

"Like the word of Allah Ta'ala which means, So be patient with you (Muhammad) as the patience of the apostles who have firmness of heart, and do not ask that (adzab) be hastened for them.” (QS. Al-qlaf: 35).

"As ordinary humans we have to be patient but also remember to sneak up." continued Bryan who tried to save Monica from Sarah's mother's question, making the whole class fascinated at the description of the man.

Finally Sarah's mother smiled with satisfaction, then continue the lesson with other themes in order to make the lives of students equipped with religious knowledge to balance the changing times that are increasingly unreasonable because many people experience a crisis of trust and minus in social care.

Ali bin Abu Talib said, “Patient relationship with faith is like a head-to-body relationship. If the head is cut off, the body will perish.

So as Muslims must remember self-control in order to maintain the oral and the heart and mind. Just like Sam did. The man was still curious about the seeds that were in the Monica regime so that he wanted to, not want to have to be patient in the waiting that was not until when.

The two-hour lesson ended quickly. Today is only one subject because the lecturer will hold a grand meeting that is usually done once a year. Organizational administrators also participate because they must participate in the event that will take place from noon to afternoon.

"Excuse me, Ka. Can we ask for help?" ask a student who came to Sam's desk when Sarah's mother was nowhere to be seen.

Fatih looked at the student in full search, "Seek what for help?"

"We're a meeting manager short of people. Can it help ...,"

"none. We are busy and have to learn many things." refused Fatih immediately grimaced enjoying a jolt in the ears of his brother. "You, play with your hands. Sick tau."

Fatih let him complain while Sam allowed the student who invited him to walk in front without a word. Seeing the movement of the first brother, Black followed along with Aurora who followed Fatih with her piggy bank.

What are they gonna do? Stand in a corner or be a cleaner? I don't know, one thing is for sure just to follow whatever the first brother's decision is. The departure of the four brothers made Monica choose to lay her head on the table.

His heart was longing for someone who had managed to steal his entire peace of life. A face that has always been a real dream but a pseudo-feel. I don't know what happened to him so often dream the same thing every night for the last three weeks.

Slowly close your eyes hoping to meet the lover of the heart. Kevin who saw it smiled, then wrapped his best friend's body with his jacket. "Sleep! I'm here to take care of you."

Loyal friends will always be in every like, especially when suffering strikes. Just like Kevin did. The man had never even left Monica since the tragedy at the villa. The nearby house made it easy for him to monitor the girl. Not meant to be possessive just the feeling unfortunately can not be denied.

Aware of the feeling that begins to change direction, still does not change his point of view. He knew his friend had already loved Ans who now did not know where the jungle. Eager to shout calling out names that turn destiny into a tempest.

Longing for Ans' mature attitude but more pain seeing the hurt and sadness in Monica's eyes. Even though this time was better, still her girl dissolved in the memories of the past. A classmate called him for help.

Don't want to leave it just looks like it desperately needs his help. So I had to go and go out of class. Footsteps that move away make the steps of others walking into the classroom do not even hesitate to directly close the door so that no one sees its existence.

The atmosphere of the class was so quiet and all that was heard was the sound of regular breathing from Monica. The girl really enjoyed her sleep. Raised hands touching a soft smooth white face. The look in his eyes could not lie he missed the girl.

"Miss you, Monica." she whispered in the girl's ear, then kissed her bated forehead long enough. "I hope your life will always be good and happy. Take care of yourself and the child in your womb."

A whisper that feels warm disturbs the tranquility of the dream realm. Slowly open my eyes, "Who was the whisper just now?" ask but there is no answer. "Just cry, let me go home. Loh, Kevin where? Jacket on me, don't tell me I'm a kid."

Do not want to enjoy the thrill of horror in class alone. Monica put the book on the table into the bag. Then don't forget to send a message to Kevin if he's going home first. Jackets that are still used become body warmers because they suddenly feel cold.

Time is like the wheel of life that keeps turning. The day that changed the night befriended the dim clouds. The atmosphere of the house is always quiet because parents have jobs that require living in other countries, while Monica as an only child is no longer concerned about it.

The girl always entered the room at exactly eleven o'clock at night because it was time to rest in peace to pick up the dreamland. He did not forget to change into sleep clothes that would make him comfortable all night. As usual, the room lights leave only the dim ones.

The soft and fragrant pillow immediately greeted him with comfort that he always wanted to feel until faintly the entire room began to look blurry. As soon as he opened his eyes he was in a large and beautiful room with the aroma of soothing therapy.

"You came here? What's for?" ask someone who is standing in front of the window with a body wrapped in a bath towel, making Monica smile as she moved from where she lay.

Footsteps approached, then hugged the body that stood behind him without hesitation. "Side I can find you and have time to share my feelings. Why are you angry?"

"Can't I be angry?" The raga turned to reveal the familiar face that Monica had always missed. "Go home, don't come again."

"Ors!" call Monica unable to bear the feeling that has now grown in her heart.

The fear of loss made the girl clutch the towel that covered Ans' body to make the man look down eroding the distance between the two. No matter the lips meet each other in a one-sided pagutan.

"I will never comply with your request on this one," Once pulled launching a towel that fell down, a stocky body plain plastered clearly in front of the eyes. "You're all mine."

Ans could not dwell when Monica attacked him trying to control his body. A touch that always evokes the desire to have, the girl makes her male soul light up and can not stand still just like that.

The game begins to make the two people try to balance each other until the body falls into bed. "We've done it over and over again. Aren't you bored?"

The chatter stopped and continued the action that warmed the body both of them greeted spoiled and exciting. The crazy union of bodies in the dreamland makes the two people enjoy a romance that is completely unconscious when returning to the real world. Ironic sweet memories in dreams.

Ans was late tracking the climb and expecting a reply made Monica not stay silent. Dreamland that became a common home for the two people. Unfortunately, neither Ans nor Monica realized that her body was moving like a hot worm in the dark of night.

"Black, until when will first Brother be like that?" asked Blue who was taking care of her first brother's body in the living room.

Black shrugged his shoulders as he really did not know. "We have to find a way for Ka Ans to remember and distinguish which dream now continues into the real world."

"Does that mean Monica's pregnant with Ka Ans' child?" tanya Red made Aurora sigh deeply. Not hesitating to just see the great energy from inside Monica's womb, he realized the girl was pregnant from a child not an ordinary human.

"We should make sure first that everything is clear but for that we have to make ka Ans meet Monica with her new face. If the girl accepted and did the same thing as in the dream, then Ka Ans' memories would no longer be random.

"Do you have any ideas? We have to make a plan that is certainly not complicated but can run perfectly." continued Black made his two brothers nod understandingly.

Aurora came to think that even though the drowsiness was now coming, "We'll just kidnap the girl, bring her here truss brackets in sister's room."

Aurora's idea is very good but considering Kevin always takes care of Monica. It felt like it would be more difficult even though they had strengths and advantages that no one else had. But what is more worried is that the first brother can be angry because they do something desperate.

It's no stranger when the older brother is in wrathful fashion. Then anything will happen. So the idea this time will be thought again while still waiting for the process that Ans is doing enjoying his night with Monica in a dream.

It was like endless time to test. On the other hand Kevin who felt unsettled erratically wanted to see the state of the friend but the man thought again when he saw the clock was showing at twelve o'clock.

If it was last night and went to a girl's house it wouldn't be good. Tonight was left unturned. Tiredness gives up on drowsiness to pick up dreamland. The silent raga grew increasingly tired, ending the anxiety of his heart until the morning before giving a ray of hope.

The atmosphere of the house looks so quiet. This morning he woke up very early, then came to the house of the friend just to check what Monica was doing. The weekend has arrived allowing him to be free to roam. But the girl's room was locked from the inside making the anxiety come back.

The door was a little louder than usual. "Monica, wake up already noon." he exclaimed a little forcing himself when the time was still so early.

Body that feels tired, crumpled it feels very eager to continue enjoying the dream realm. Unfortunately the knock on the door disturbed the drowsiness that was now gone. His feet came down from the bed reluctantly walking lazily toward the door.

"Why did you wake up at this hour? I still want to rest." raved Monica while yawning in front of Kevin.

A wide-eyed look saw Monica's messy appearance. The girl was seen with someone last night. Without a word he passed the girl inspecting the entire room. Unfortunately there is no one even the scent of men's perfume alone does not exist.

"What are you looking for, Vin?" he asked so innocently as if he did not realize what disturbed Kevin's attention.

Kevin who found nothing came back to you Monica, then held the two shoulders of the girl while looking at her sharply. "Who was with you last night?"

That one question jolted enough to make Monica open her eyes wide. What Kevin meant. Honestly, he did not understand even really do not understand because the question sounded cornered.

Confusion that clearly depicted on Monica's face, made Kevin pull the girl's hand until stopped in front of a large round mirror. He pointed to the reflection that is now in front of the eyes, "Show your neck and chest filled with traces of romance last night."

"You see! What's the point of all this, Monica? Have you gone crazy doing it. Who is he and where is he?" kevin's anger further confused Monica.

The girl broke free from the grip of her best friend's hand, then walked up to the mirror that reflected her ideal body. The red trail along the memory lane was like it was still new. To be honest he really did not know and did not understand what happened except one memory that he was sure it was just a dream.

"Vin, I really don't understand anything and why my body is like this. Maybe it was the insects that did it" The girl said the truth though also evaded because she did not want to tell what happened in the dream.

After all, whatever was in the dream was of course only about him and Ans. So how's it going to tell Kevin all that? Surely his best friend will feel he has lost his mind because he is constantly looking for the existence of Ans which in fact can only be found in dreams.

It's not a matter of trust or not wanting to be open, it's just that he knows when to keep his own secrets. Kevin who heard Monica's alibi still couldn't believe it. Before he could figure out what really happened.

Finally he relented for this time and asked Monica to clean up while she would do something to make breakfast together. Kevin's departure from the room makes the girl immediately lock the door.

His feet moved into the bathroom. Then remove all the clothes just to do the inspection. The same trail was clearly visible all over his body. If all that happens is a dream. Why are there traces?

He is not only confused but also astonished at facts that are completely incomprehensible to the intellect. Is it true that it was just a dream or indeed he met Ans and did it consciously. It's just that if he meets in reality, why he can't get real evidence of the existence of the lover.

What's the point of confusion? After all, he could meet Ans when he missed coming. Well that's enough because for him togetherness doesn't have to be always one frequency. The mind calmed down again remembering last night's romance. Not a pervert, He just feels more alive with the spirit he gets from meeting.

Thirty minutes later the shower ended. Monica has looked neater and closed so that the sign of love from Ans is not a question anymore. When he got down from the top floor, he saw Kevin was already sitting in the dining room chair with two special plates of fried rice. As usual breakfast together without any chatter.

"Vin, is today at home or out?" monica asked to distract the man who was about to lift the plate they had eaten.

The eyes still looked angry but tried to hold back the emotions. "Where are you going?" asked the man to lower his tone so that Monica would not be surprised anymore.

This morning he still regretted. Especially if it repeats again, it could be a feeling of guilt reluctantly goes from his heart. Monica's eyes were even telling the truth. Although his heart hesitated, he knew the girl did not like to go alone.

One question is an absurd answer. Just imagine for the past month always going anywhere, so when did Monica have time to invite another man? The situation is different and not the same as when there were Ans.

One reality that became the truth was Monica was only close to two men all along. First him and second Ans. Confused mixed with oddity because if the girl goes out at night then she can hear the car coming out of the garage. Except it does go away quietly but is indisputable by the fact Monica always sleeps on time.

The dreamy Kevin made Monica pat him on the forehead softly, "Kevin! Want to help me?"

"Eh, what?" kevin asked stammered as he consciously daydreamed in the direction that had become the past.

Monica picked up the orange fruit in front of her, then threw the fruit at Kevin who swiftly caught it. "I'm going to sleep back. Bye."

The girl ran away from the living room leaving Kevin busy scratching his non-itchy head. Well, how do you know where Monica wants to go. People he alone again think about the complexity of the past, present and future left behind. While in another house there is a debate that is quite difficult.

"What exactly do you want to say? Can't talk to the point and not the left right hand. My head is dizzy and you guys are adding to the dizziness" he said, massaging the throbbing temples. Pain with head swirling.

He had just woken up and was suddenly in court. It felt like the head was hit by a heavy reality but the reason alone was still unclear. Do I have to play guess? The head cannot be compromised.

The look of the eyes scurried with the roar of a long breath. "Sorry, tell me what you want!"