The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder
Chapter 61: Those Nightmares

"Bahkung, want some coffee?"

"No, Le. You take a break, tomorrow you're still going to work?"

The man with athletic stature nodded after hearing the grandfather's words.

The clock on the wall shows eight o'clock. Zayan and Arsyanendra, just got home. After a few hours of travel by intercity bus. The air that night was so cold. The road looks wet, the rain has just subsided.

Arsyanendra sat leaning his old body in his favorite chair after finishing cleaning and carrying out his duties. Again, he saw the figure of a pale man in all black clothes like the other day. The expression on the man's face looked like he did not like it when the look in his eyes met him.

Meanwhile, in the room, Zayan had already laid his body on the bed. His eyes closed even though he was not sleeping. But in the end, the man fell asleep. Entering the dreamland. In it, he saw a beautiful girl that these few days was interfering with his mind.

A girl, tied to a tree. Thick roots ensnared his body. Eyes closed. It then opened as Zayan approached him. The girl's lips moved, like saying a sentence. However, he could not hear.

Zayan walked up to the tree. Trying to save the girl who looks helpless before him. Just as he walked one step, a huge root swung towards him, beating him back. Body plunged. Laughter sounded, echoing.

"Anyone must not take my reproach! Including you!" The man was pale, dressed in all black, grinning at Zayan.

"Who are you? Why are you treating Indy like that?"

"If you want to live, stay away from him! No need to ask too many questions! The less you know. That's better."

Zayan did not understand the meaning of the words of the man before him. He doesn't care. Run straight ahead. Can't bear to let the girl tied to the tree earlier.

"Who do you think you are?"

A flash of light struck Zayan. The man bounced away, shouting. His body continued to roll up to the edge of the abyss. Luckily, his hand reached for a protruding root. Suddenly, it moved. Even dropped it to the bottom of the abyss.

"Le! Awake, Le! Istighfar!"

A voice known to Zayan, was heard. The man slowly opened his eyes.

"Bahkung?" Then, he looked around. His dream was really real.

"Nightmare?" ask Arsyanendra.

Zayan nodded, then rubbed his face hard.

"Bahkung, Zay had a dream to meet a girl tied to an old tree. He asked for help, but Zay couldn't save him."

Arsyanendra glanced at the clock on the wall. Two o'clock for a few minutes. Early morning. At that time, it is said, a dream that carries a signal. Believe not believe. The old man began to think.

"Did you see who tied the girl to the tree, Le?"

Zayan closed his eyes, trying to remember the chronology of his dream.

"Dreams are sometimes just sleeping flowers, Le. But, it could be, there's a sign in it." Arsyanendra held out a glass of water that he had brought earlier.

After gulping down the water in his hand, Zayan lowered his head. He remembered the face of the girl who was bound earlier. The girl he knew by the name of Indy. Then he remembered the pale man who tried to attack him.

"There is a man dressed in black, Mbahkung. In Zay's dream, the man tries to stop Zay from saving a girl."

Arsyanendra. Heard his granddaughter talking about a man dressed in all black.

"Are you sure, Le? You need to be careful from now on. Although I'm sure, he won't be able to do anything to you."

Zayan frowned. This time he heard his grandfather's strange words. Spoken with a tone of worry.

"Who is that man, Mbahkung?"

"Somehow, I'm not sure .. already, rest again. I'm back in the room."

After Arsyanendra came out of the room, Zayan woke up from the bed. He didn't want to miss the final third of the night.

On the other hand, Mesha woke up with tears soaking her cheeks. Tonight he had an unpleasant dream. His hands were covered in blood in dreams. In the dream, he stabbed a man, whom he recognized. Zayan.

The man smiled as the serpent-symboled dagger in Mesha's hand plunged deeply into his chest.

Mesha sat on his bed, still sniffling. The woman kept looking at her own two palms. Although, there's nothing there.

"Gusty of God .. What hand will this take away from the man I have been seeking?" his murmur was interrupted by sobs.

After sunrise, Mesha reached into her little bag. Mukena is still stuck in her body. He fell asleep after dawn. After grasping the box object in his hand, he immediately pressed a number.

"Za? When are you coming home?" mesha asked after someone across the street answered her call.

Mesha left for Sri's shop after bathing. He missed breakfast at home. Even though his mother told him to. He can't wait to make sure of something.

Just as he expected, a man entered the food stall after he arrived. Earlier, Mesha apologized for his delay to Sri.

"Lho's? Breakfast here?"

"Wrap it up, Mom. Two."

Mesha knitted his two eyebrows. Bafflement. He believes the man's house is far from the shop where he works, but why Zayan has chosen to buy breakfast so far.

Zayan looked around, looking for the figure of the girl who was present last night in his dream. However, nil. He can't find it. Immediately say goodbye when Sri held out two packages of food that he ordered.

Sri was astonished by both the attitude he saw from his adopted son and the young man who had just come out of his stall. The middle-aged woman walked up to Mesha who was busy arranging fried food on the tray.

"Sir, I'm such a freak to see you two?"

Mesha's hand stopped. He looks.

"'You two'? Who, Mom?"

"Yes you, just like Enom. You look for each other, but also hide. Is this just a coincidence?"

Mesha smiles. "It's a coincidence maybe, ma'am."

As the day wore on, some customers began to arrive. Increase a lot at lunch. After serving some customers in the stall. As usual, Mesha delivered lunch orders to Bentala Swarga Group offices.

Mesha walked past the room where Zayan worked. But it is empty there. Then he continued to walk up to the kitchen to put the package of food. His eyes widened, as he looked at the man standing in the kitchen. Reflexively, the girl ran away.

Mesha was confused, he was still not ready to meet Zayan. He was afraid, worried. He ran. Run as fast as you can. He accidentally hit someone.

"Ouch!" A cry of pain sounded from the mouth of a girl.

"Pardon me. Really!" Mesha nodded deeply, closing his eyes.

"Mother Mesha?"

Mesha raised his face, looking at the girl before him.

"Grisa? I'm sorry, Grisa. I'm in a hurry."

Mesha again walked quickly without listening to another sentence from Grisa's mouth.

Meanwhile, a man stood staring at the scene earlier with his curiosity.

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