Trapped in the Love of Immigrants

Nightmare

The little boy looked at me. The adorable handsome boy was crawling under a large wooden table while looking at me terrified and anxious.

"Run, Key! Get out of here!" Sergey Farah shouted while looking at me full of tears.

The sweet girl appeared still in the dimness of the night, but her tone was like keeping the pain there.

"Please, Keysa? " His frowns and this time welcomes.

I looked at my best friend. Wanted to run in his arms and ask what happened. However, for some reason, the sound felt stuck in the esophagus and just in vain. A second later, a bald-headed man smiled sarcasm at me, then alternated towards Farah who was standing so fragile next to him. Then, the man brandished the blood-stained scissors with a terrible big smile towards me, revealing a row of broken teeth.

"Yes, run sweet boy. Run until your soul is free from your body!" shrieked a girl in the dim corner there who was smiling cunningly hideously in a barely whispering tone of voice.

Linka's? What is he—

"Aarrgghh!" Farah's long screams with howls echoed and instantly interrupted my thoughts to my surprise.

I couldn't even do anything about it when the man with the head of the pelontos dragged him on the floor violently while pulling Farah's hair mercilessly passed*.

Innocent Linka's laughter echoed in this silent room that was so creepy with the sound of the machine—what was deafening. When I turned to look at the source of the voice, it was apparently from the boy's hideout. Horrifying again, his face had been covered in blood with a large drill that had now broken through without the rest of the— in front of his skull— face while the machine was still moving there with a fresh shower of blood. I wanted to scream loudly, but this voice was still inaudible, as if my vocal cords disappeared instantly. My eyes only glared wide full of fear and anxiety.

"Hey, Babe, get up, honey, I'm here! Please, open your eyes, wake up!" The familiar voice now penetrated my listener's senses, then the next second, I felt my face like touched–more precisely, like a swipe, then my body jerked with eyes wide open, surprised, tight, anxious, scared, and so on, simultaneously the sound of breath panting—which apparently the owner is me.

It feels so crowded. I tried to blink repeatedly to convince myself that it was just a disturbing dream. My eyes now scanned the room after a glimpse of the handsome man in front of me. Aye! It was just a dream! For a moment, I felt someone wiping the corners of my eyes and temples. Yeah, Navroy's still there. Sitting next to me with a face so anxious, but full of questions. Occasionally the big hand gently stroked this hair, wiping the remaining sweat there. My back and forehead and hair felt damp, probably because of the sweat that was pouring out earlier, even though this room was fitted with coolers. It's uncomfortable, I need air.

For a moment, he took me a glass of water and helped me drink. As soon as these breaths slowly regained their order and began to calm down, the sound of her sighing could be heard as the look of the relaxed face appeared.

But, what was that? Linka, Farah, that little boy and that creepy guy? Whatisit?

"Baby, are you okay?" His anxious voice was now heard, although he tried to relax, but still a glimmer of anxiety there could not be hidden.

"Mk." My sigh nodded slowly, then sighed again with its weight.

Again, Navroy stretched out a drink and without saying anything, I obeyed him.

The shadow in the darkness and the dream, was really disturbing which now entered in the slit of the mind.

"Still tight?"

I shook my head and tried to smile at him. Clearly, the look on his anxious face was still there.

He was still the same, bare-chested next to me with a blanket covering our waist to our feet. For a moment, as my body rose from the bed and sat down, it was now not leaning in front of me, and now it was unbinding in this hair, arranging, then twisting it gently and rubbing my cheeks and hair.

"Actually, I really like you to parse it," he muttered admitting by trying to divert, then smiling. "Relax, just a dream, I'm here," he continued trying to calm down who almost whispered.

"I want to go to the toilet."

He looked at me for a moment, then finally nodded. With a shunt, I thrust my feet into this rectangular room. Toilet is not far from bathub—bathroom—itu. The walls are still the same, plain white ceramic-covered pattern, with white light illumination. Not far between the bathroom door and the toilet, there appears a white sink with a large mirror installed there with the decoration of some personal hygiene equipment that is deliberately placed. As soon as the faucet drained the water, I then washed my face and immediately felt fresh sipping into the pore. My face really looked tangled as I stared at this square mirror. A pale, messy and glimmer of fear and horror was still evident there. I just had that kind of dream.

*But, what is it?

Really, this is really dizzying and disturbing*!

Again, I washed my face and tried to catch my breath as best I could. Then I decided to go out, go back to see my girlfriend.

Navroy was there, still lying in his silence. His eyes did not blink, as if thinking of something.

"Early improved?" He was still worried as soon as he realized my presence. That smile and nod seemed to make her relieved.

"Can we go home?"

She smiles. "Of course, Babe!" It was as I sat next to her, on the edge of the bed. "Actually, I still want to linger with you, but that's okay. I'll clean up first, then we'll go, okay? After all, I'm afraid that if I linger here, I might be tempted by you!" I continued and chimed in seductively at the end of the sentence that made me smile.

Laughter scattered. "Yeah! I'm not an impotent man, Baby. So, it's normal to be close to a woman, especially if you love her,"

Why does his cheek look like that?

I smile, trying to divert. "That means, you love women out of lust?"

He now smiled in response to my original chimpanzee, then rubbed my poniku, then this face. "You know, sometimes, there are men who just want sex with the woman they love. Even if it happens but without love, horny is still there of course, but his passion is not like being with a loved one,"

"You sound like a professional! Experienced, huh?" My god only responded with a joke.

"Lorda!" The screech then pulled me in his arms, pecked at this cheek for a moment and then tickled until an amused laughter rang out, until we fell together on the bed, still in his arms.

"Thank's." My sigh after our laughter subsided.

"For what?"

My smile evaporates. "For everything, Babe."

"Anything for you, even if it hurts me,"

"Good relationships are when happiness is not one-sided! Never mind, go clean up, Babe, you can get the hotel attendant here to warn or fine!"

"All right!" His face finally obeyed.

Before he passed to the bathroom with his privacy, Navroy momentarily stunned me. As I stood on my knees on the bed, he momentarily pulled me in his arms standing on the floor, then those thin lips instantly kissed my lips sweetly, then switch to this forehead for so long. Really, that forehead kiss really fascinated me and almost melted away from being stunned. I can't lie to myself, I feel the warmth and affection.

*Did he really love me?

Yes, he loves me, loves me*! I felt that enthusiastic scream in my mind. I think my cheeks are still red with shame.

I don't know what's going on, but right now I'm really happy to have him. Moreover, when I realized, that he suppressed his ego just for me. I know how hard it is for a man to hold on to his courage and though he admits it, but still, again he amazes me, just for my sake. Right, he kept his promise.

I then tidied up my things and put them in my bag, and also tidied up my lover's belongings.

"Are you ready, Baby?" Ask tetiba. Apparently he was done with his privacy.

"You shower?" I asked when my bare chest was wrapped in a white towel and his face looked wet, before he wiped it with another towel he had held. It really is like a beautiful sculpture with a sexy body that is sixpack as white as marble.

"No! Just refresh the body, Babe." Obviously then put on his clothes.

The perfect man, who was glazed on the dresser, immediately pulled me into his lap as soon as he found me about to tidy up. I think my chest is beating fast. However, only an innocent smile appeared on that dazzling face. Asumsiku, he heard the sound of this heartbeat that started irregular.

Skillfully, his hands were now combing, tidying my hair. Sometimes, my hair is rubbed against the back of the ear, then changed again by breaking it right in front of the chest and the rest is left on the back. He smiled, as if satisfied with his arrangement.

"To be honest, Babe, I prefer a natural face like this. Still look beautiful without wearing makeup or lipstick, even much prettier," she admitted that made my cheeks blush.

"Alright, Mr. Pakistanis. Well, can you put me down? My shoes are waiting to be worn!" I asked and just made her smile.

Navroy looked at me for a moment with a light glare and sparkling eyes. Still in the smile. Then, "Okay, Ms. Ireland!" then rubbed my hair overtime.

He now let go of his circular hand from earlier on in my hip and let me pass to do my privacy. As soon as I sat down next to him, his body now crouched down in front of me and put on shoes.

"Babe, please?" I stared at him as he tried to hold him to help me tie my shoelaces. It feels like the nature and prestige of a man is lost when he is exaggerated like that, even though it makes me momentarily flattered.

"Some say, shoes will take you to a beautiful place, if well worn. But I think that beautiful place will be found by itself, if the steps with it go hand in hand." Then she picked up my bag and put it on the dresser.

After he put on his shoes and took me a picture together, before we left this room. I then tidied up her clothes— as she asked for my opinion, then hairnua and just made her smile sweetly while looking at me while doing that for her.

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