The Tomb Next to the House
46. Sleeping Flower
Remembering Livia's death made me realize that if betrayed by someone we love it hurts no opponent. Paracetamol does not seem to be able to relieve the pain.
"Malays .... "
The soft voice surprised me. I turned to the source of the voice that was right next to the bed.
"Li-Livia? Oh, where's Raihan?" Of course I'm surprised I didn't find my husband by the bed. Even the long-absent twin sister who now occupies my husband's bed.
"Thank you for taking care of Raihan all this time."
Grep.
"I miss you, Liv," I immediately hugged Livia's cold body.
No matter if he's a ghost, a spirit or something, I don't care. I miss him so much.
"I miss you too." Livia hugged me back.
I am thankful that he is not angry. Just like remembering what happened before he took his life.
"Have you forgiven me?" my question, take off the hug.
"Why not? How could I not forgive my own sister," he replied with a sincere smile.
"Thank you." I am honestly moved. After a long time I finally got my apology from him. Which I think is impossible. All this time I have been living in a state of unease because of my guilt towards her.
"It's time I took my girlfriend back. Thank you for taking care of her for me."
"Eh? Wh-what do you mean?"
Not yet had the question answered, suddenly a white mist came out of nowhere. Bringing cold air that pierces the skin pores up to the bones.
"Engghh .. "my er, began to open eyes that felt still so sticky.
Eh? Turns out I was just a dream? But why does it feel like real?
I woke up cold because the blanket that covered my body was already under the bed. My hand went to the side.
Eh? How empty?
I also looked. And it's true. Raihan is not in his place. Direct the eye bead to glance at the clock hanging on the wall.
It was 6 in the morning. It's only natural that Raihan's awake. Maybe he has a job today. Forgetting the figure of Livia, I also got out of bed and immediately looked for Raihan mas.
"Mass?" call me to look for the figure who lately likes the numbers.
"Mass? You where?" I searched the kitchen, the bathroom, and the living room. But even his nose was invisible.
"What, Deck?"
"Astaghfirullah, Mas!!" I was shocked when I got a pat on the shoulder.
The reflex I put my hand in front of my chest felt my heart almost jump from its position.
"This is just a ngaggetin!" I turned my body to face the person standing at the back.
"Where are you from?" many wonder. He came from behind. I'm sure I checked every room.
"From the backyard," he casually replied.
"No. Mas free."
My forehead is crinkling deep. "Tumben's up early?"
"Just want to."
Grep.
In the middle of an awkward atmosphere, suddenly Raihan hugged me. It suddenly diverts negative thoughts that had been residing in the mind. Because the pelican feels warm and soothing.
"The misses."
"Eh? Do you see each other every day?"
"Yes. But it's a miss."
"Yes. There's gotta be something she wants." My eyebrows go up and down meaningfully.
"Just want more time with you. Before I leave."
Raihan's words confused me again. She's why the hell?
"Where are you going? Immediate project?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"Owh, panties." I'm ria-oh. But it was like there was something she was hiding from me.
My conversation with Livia in a dream was like ringing in the ears. But I soon thinned it out. Convince yourself if it is just a dream. And dreams are just sleeping flowers whose reality is inversely proportional to real life.
"Udah, Mom. I'm going to cook first. Early in the morning it was like a teletubbies gini. Hugging play."
"Hehe, yes. Mas also laper," said Raihan mas while breaking his arms from my body.
I smiled knotingly and then went into the kitchen, bringing with it a strange feeling that was entrenched in my heart. Ever felt the desire to ignore something but it was even more unthinkable?
Well, I'm in that phase.
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On a hot day that caused the temperature in the room to heat up, I was excited to watch the Indosihir TV series that again tells the story of the actor who successfully ransacked the household of others.
Tok Tok Tok
"Who the hell? Disturb me," I'm upset.
The sound of knocking on the door that I didn't initially ignore ended up disturbing my time as well as the knocking got louder.
"Just a second!" I screamed from inside the house.
Who is visiting this afternoon? Even since Althaf's death I have rarely received guests.
Chequelek
Deg.
"A .... " My mouth was gaping wide when the form of someone I was avoiding suddenly appeared before my eyes.
