Dream Mahligai
Season Two - CHAPTER 05 - Behind the Curtain

"What night is it? Friday .. but not kliwon."

Giska swallowed her saliva bitterly, getting off the taxi her legs were suddenly limp. He did not have the courage to look back, but Giska sure was followed something from behind.

If in his residence first, maybe Giska is often used to the myth related to jinn on Friday night kliwon. He is, however, not currently in his homeland. Obviously, the supernatural world is also different.

"Relax, Giska .. There are no pocongs here!! Pocong only exists in beloved Indonesia!! Not here!!"

Again and again the cry of Giska accompanied by the door that was deliberately slammed made the whole house surprised. Despite being used to hearing her daughter's screams as if she were a kidnap victim, Sonya was still worried.

"What's up, Giska?"

"Huh? Nothing, Ma .... sleep, I'm just afraid," replied Giska trying to calm down even though his heart was in turmoil imagining the figure of an astral being who might still be waiting out there.

"Where are you from?"

"Buy the sanitary napkin, which was used yesterday .. Mama wear yes?"

"Absolutely, you think the woman in this house is just us?"

Such small debates were commonplace. Their lives are strange if no one is shouting from one of these women. If not Giska, then Sonya. As usual, the two stop if Keny has interfered and ask Giska to go to the room immediately.

"Sleep there, don't stay up too long, remember the doctor said, Giska."

The doctor? It is too bad to remember. Since breaking up from Gavi, nothing good has been ingrained in Giska about them. It's not supposed to, but honestly he was suddenly fed up because Gavi used to be with a million softness and treat him to heal just nonsense.

"Yes." Yeah."

That was all Giska said in response. He's a little lazy if Keny goes back to talking about his illness. It would be best if he was not too noticed just because of that, just assume Giska was reluctant to look weak.

Room is Giska's best escape, having had a pretty tiring day the woman threw her body into bed. He looked back at the sky with an uncertain mind, what he had been looking for so far.

For a long time, the room lights were still on. He who could not sleep faster these days was used to moving his body in various ways. Intentionally turn on the music to accompany his movements.

Without him knowing, if from a distance of several meters below there the owner of a sharp eye with a firm jaw was monitoring it. Everything Giska did caught his eye despite being blocked by the curtain.

That kind of question just pops up. Christ was sure that the woman was comforting herself. As easy as his mood changed, a few moments ago Giska even ran small because he was worried about something.

Several times Christ smiled faintly, yesterday Elden had offered the services of a psychiatrist to find out what was wrong with his soul. Christ refused, he was reluctant and angry called mental disorder.

However, he who now feels at home as a stalker even moves in the car accompanying Giska movement there seems to prove that he is really crazy.

"Everybody hand's up!!"

As if discovering his world, Christ got carried away. Until, he realized that the shadow of Giska disappeared in the window of his room after a long time. Music was also no longer heard, all changed with silence until Christ frowned.

"just like that? Is he tired or aware I'm here?" christ asked to look towards the window of the room which was still visible light.

Fearing he would stumble into trouble, Christ soon passed from the place. The search was enough to get here, he already knew the residence of the woman he was looking for. It was more than enough for Christ's capital to get it.

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If Christ suspects Giska's actions stop because he realizes his existence. What actually happened was different, at this time Giska was hiding under the blanket because his behavior was troubling the mother.

"Where do you think we live? Giska .. try you hear, our neighbor is there a clock like this? No, right?!" sonya shouted with a broom in her right hand.

Life in Germany doesn't change Sonya's soul. Since childhood he grew up in the capital with his father's hard upbringing, obviously when he had a child the attitude was still he carried around.

"Sleep!!"

"Salah continues, even though only dangdutan what's wrong."

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- To Be Continue -