I'M NOT YOUR DREAM
CHAPTER 09 What does it mean?
Today is also as if the end has come. Something really bitter happened. Neighbors and relatives arrived. Crowded houses filled with people. I cried sobbing. This chest feels tight. I can no longer stand up. Sitting limp in the corner. The relatives give hugs to calm me. People can't see me like that.
A few hours later. Ambulance car arrives at the yard. People immediately approached the car. A person whose body is covered with cloth is lifted by relatives. Seeing that, my cries grew louder.
“Khof, wake”.
At that moment I was immediately shocked. “Astaghfirullah”.
“From earlier you ngigau can not be built. Kaya nangis gitu”.
“Mas_”.
“Why? You having nightmares again? ”
The tears I held could not be invited to compromise. Suddenly just fell. Ab watched for himself. Hugged me.
“but I'm afraid of Mas”.
“Have not thought anything strange. We pray for all of our families may always be protected by the Almighty”. I nodded and wiped my tears.
Lately I've been dreaming of strange things. One night while looking after my father, I slept beside him. You are not a humorous person. But I know you are a loving person. That night, too, like a half-conscious. I saw you wearing a white robe, his face was shining. Then brought a will from his teacher and took the scriptures. He opened his scripture, then read the scripture while turning his prayer beads. Khusu'. As usual when he faced and asked forgiveness to the almighty. After chanting his holy book, Father put his keris next to my sleep. Just touch my forehead for a few minutes while I sleep. I just remembered when I woke up. That the Father is currently in a weak state. Let alone walking, getting up from his bed was difficult. You can only sleep lying with a cough. It was a strange dream that happened on the first night since I came home.
The second night, I accompanied Father to sleep again. I can't be far from him. I realize, I'm the last kid. You know for yourself how unfortunately parents to the last child. That night I fell asleep earlier than the night before. I saw a bunch of royal soldiers. They carried swords while riding horses. My father alone stood gallantly just carrying a will from his teacher who attacked by the royal army. War has also broken out. Fathers are no match for them. Obviously you are outnumbered when compared to them. At first you lost, fresh blood dripping from his lips. But somehow the magic from where can not be digested by logic. The reality is that Father who has been battered can now turn things around. The mighty and well-trained royal army was uprooted one by one___. Unfortunately it was then that my Fajr Prayer Alarm went off and I had to get up. And it turned out that it was just a dream.
The third night, I gathered with a man dressed in white. Long beard. One of them is Father. They all carry the classic books of the previous scholars' writings. They studied with the Father, like the studies I saw at the boarding school__. But then I woke up because you asked for a drink. And I can't yet deduce the meaning of that not-even dream piece.
Unfortunately, it is not only at night that strange dreams occur. Daytime also___