The Fondled Heart
Chapter 7

I stared at the door of the room in front of him. The room he had left for years. The embers rotate the key, which turns out to open easily.

As soon as the door opened, the scent of pine trees ambushed the olfactory space, Bara.

Bara did not expect that his room space was clean and neatly arranged. Without any dust.

It turns out that this old house is well maintained. In Bara's mind, his room would be filled with dust. Spider nets will decorate his room.

Did Om Frank take care of the house?

Who is he really? What does this have to do with my family? And how far is his role in this family?

She put her body on the bed. White bed linen with soft mattress gives the impression of peace.

Bara closed his eyes. Trying to relax, after the tension he's been experiencing all day.

It was like a dream!

Twice twenty-four hours later, his life changed drastically. Bara remembers the drama of his journey from the city of K, until now has been stranded in an old house in the middle of this forest.

It turned out to be his parents' house.

But he did not remember the faces of his parents at all. And his grandparents too.

It seems like there is a veil covering her childhood memories. Especially in this house.

Bara remembered something Frank gave her on the plane. But the stuff is still left downstairs.

Bara finally decided to sleep alone.Tomorrow he opened and looked at the contents of the package. Besides his tired body.

Tomorrow is the right time for him to demand an explanation on Frank about everything.

Maybe because it was too tired, did not wait long Bara fell asleep.

In his sleep, Bara sees himself in the same dream, which is always present in his sleep.

But the dream was always vague. How hard I remember my dreams. It always fails. Even if he forced to remember the dreams, the back of his head would throb pain once.

Bara always saw a little boy, who was walking on the coals of the fire. A terrifying shadow would appear, as two bodies lay covered in blood. The faces of the two men were unclear. Only blood and fire blazed so clearly in his dream.

Bara's face seems tense when wrestling in a dream.Some times his mouth hissing, trying to call someone.

But his voice was stuck in the neck. Sweat had flooded all over his body. Seen that Bara, so tormented in his sleep.

The bed sheet has now turned random

an. As a result of Bara's struggle, in his dream!

" No....!!!" shouting Bara. And he woke up with a body full of sweat. Bara's breath was cut off.

Then Bara rubbed the sweat on his face. And look at the clock on the wall that points to the number three in the morning.

Bara got up from the bed, opened the door of the room and went down the stairs. The thirst that attacked was unbearable. So that his footsteps rushed and hit the foot of the table. Because dark. Where Bara doesn't know where the switch is.

So that his feet stumbled many times!.

The noise was due to the pain in his leg, while he had yet to find the location of the refrigerator. Groped in the dark. Frank is shocked, and thinks a thief has come in.

" What are you doing, Bara.?"

" I'm thirsty and looking for a switch to turn on the lights. But not met. Sorry, it's been disturbing your sleep."

" You should wake up. Not fingering in the dark." said Frank while shaking his head.

Bara grimaced and rada was annoyed as well. Because Frank treated her like a child.

" Do you still experience it. Those dreams still haunt you?" Bara choked when he heard the question. Makes him even more astonished about the figure of Frank.

" Om, who the hell is. Until the dream - the dream even if you know?" instead of answering the question, Bara asked back.

" Yes, I know a lot about you and your past." Frank said flatly.

" Sleep, tomorrow I'm gonna take you around this farm." Frank turned around to go into the room.

" But, um," Bara's voice hung, because Frank had disappeared behind the door. Free to continue his words, because Om Frank's attitude is always changing. She climbed back up the stairs to her room.

But when he arrived at the door of his room, Bara turned and looked at the door of his parents' room. Bara no longer intends to continue his sleep.

With a definite step, Bara headed for the door of his parents' room. The handel of the door, it turns out that the door is not in the key.

Then Bara pushed the door slowly. And look for a light outlet, and press it. The atmosphere of the room that had been dark, was now bright.

Bara's eyes were immediately centered on a photo wrapped in carved figurines, above the walls of the room. Wedding photos of his parents.

A smile of happiness spread from the faces of the couple. Bara, getting closer to the photo. His steps stopped at the side of the bed. On the dresser, there was another photo. Photos of his parents, with a handsome little baby wrapped in a sweater.

Bara holds the picture frame. A painted face there. With an uncertain sense of direction. Slowly the eyes glazed over.

" Ma, Dad. Why don't I remember a little bit of our memories. Why did I just know that I had you in the past. What happened really to you." whispered Bara.

Well, Bara has indeed lost her memory of both her parents. Childhood trauma, while witnessing the murder of his parents still looms over his life.

The subconscious refuses to remember all of these events. But the shadow of the event itself always stopped at every sleep in his dreams.

The dreams are always the same. Blood, a faint face, and a tattooed image on the right arm. It keeps going, going round and round.

Bara opened the dresser drawer. But empty, nothing. Finally, Bara closed it back. And left his parents' room. After turning off the lights and closing the door.

Bara heard the howls of dogs in the distance, and also the sounds of owls. Making the atmosphere of silence at night so gripping. This place is in the middle of the forest again.

Bara's body shuddered at a glance, even though he was used to the atmosphere of silence. But not like this either, there is horror. Is that why Frank went into the room and locked himself up?

Bara rushed into his room. I don't believe in mystical things. Even though many people tell of their personal experiences of mystery.

But , living in the middle of the forest like this, would definitely create its own atmosphere.

Bara stood on the side of the bed, staring at the bedsheet that had been ruffled. Because of his dream. I sat on the bed and tried to remember the dream.

It's always a faint!

Bara finally settles down, trying to get back to sleep. Because I don't want to wake up late. Because om Frank has promised to take her tomorrow, go around this farm . *********

Seriate.