Words that still ring in my ears, words that even make me break out in a cold sweat. Kill! Will this title continue to be ingrained by me? People will say bad things to me. Everyone would kill myself from behind their smiling mirror.
I lay on the bed looking straight at the ceiling. Father's face as if clearly depicted in the sky room. The face looked scary, even coquettishness could be seen on his face.
I also pounced on him in the shadows. I grumbled, gritted my teeth, pursed my lips in an unforgiving expression.
This self burns my soul that is still so young and spoiled. In my solitude against the dark story that wraps me in a lifeless narrow room. I need a brother, I envy those who have many brothers.
But, I'm alone. With my solitude, I made myself into a stubborn, cheerful, sociable person, so that all my friends can be closer and I feel that closeness to become a brother figure.
I carved a smile on my shade. Ah, how stupid of me to think of weird things out of my mind about a really crazy dad.
I closed my eyes tightly, my eyes sunk into the deepest vision. I saw something behind my closed eyes.
"Father!" I shouted into the darkness.
"Wait for me!"
It was me who screamed at him. I saw the father figure who still looked friendly and excited. I reminisce about my childhood in the dark of my eyes.
I kept my eyes closed with my eyes closed. However, the stories kept coming. I see the street, the room, the smile, behind the dark eyes.
Then, I fell into a broad dream. Maybe, I can't guess where I am.
This is a dream, this is a dream. I can't open my eyes anymore. My hands weakened on the bed, sleeping with the dream that would lead my life to the next.
Dreamland always decorates me.
I've always wanted to have something beautiful. I really hope!
"Emira ...."
I heard a groan behind my back. I slowly turned to pay attention clearly and real.
The figures of two fathers stood with different expressions. I saw two people who were similar in appearance to each other.
"Come here, I miss you," the father said, wearing a plain gray shirt.
"No, here you are! I always miss you," one of the fathers said beside him. His appearance is very striking, he is the thug who always wears a black jacket complete with necklaces and rings that are very tacky.
I shook my head and looked at the man in the shirt. He smiled gently and kindly, waving his hand to take mine. However, the father next to me pushed the body of the man who had smiled sweetly at me.
Bruck!
He pushed hard, followed by my eyes widening in surprise.
"Ah!" he complained.
I wanted to reach for it, but the father's other hand prevented me from going forward.
"Don't come here!"
"He's not your father, he just has a mask to always look good. He's actually a really bad person!" prevent it.
"What do you mean? You two are my father?" I moaned softly.
"Emira, please father!" moaned the father who fell down helplessly.
"Dad," I screamed.
I tried to see both of them clearly. I slapped my cheeks hard. "Ow!" I said.
I closed my eyes for a moment, then peeked back at what was about to happen.
The two of them were suffocating each other, but a ray of white light came in and broke through to illuminate the two of them. "Aahhh!!!"
The two of them looked so dazzling, as if the light was slowly burning the two souls.
I saw and heard screams at both of them. "Huh, Dad!!"
My scream finally exploded and broke.
The look in my eyes will send information to the brain to command all my muscles to move.
My hands feel stiff and heavy. My steps couldn't go any further, only screaming on the soles of the feet that just stood still.
I hissed like a fire in the hearth. I was disappointed, angry, nervous, but couldn't help the two who had almost disappeared.
The two I saw clearly disappeared while roaring loudly in the white light.
They disappeared, as if swallowed by the earth. But, these are not leaving the earth, they are consumed by the light.
I stumbled, then woke up. "Aahhh!" I shouted.
My body woke up while scooping my face without hesitation. I patted my cheek hard. "Hah?!"
"Am I dreaming?" I muttered in my heart.
"What's this?"
"Bad dream or good?"
"Ah... I don't know," I grumbled.
I looked at my face in the mirror swiftly. "What a dream," I moaned noticing the look on my face that was still dim with a sleepy look.
Eyes that are still slightly slanted with slightly disheveled hair. "Ah... I don't know what it is? I'd better go take a shower first."
I also grabbed the clothes towel deftly. Even dreams suffocate my mornings to wake up early. Dim black clouds, a glimmer of orange light appeared on the eastern horizon.
The sound of the alarm echoed in my room to wake me up earlier. However, I woke up earlier than my alarm.
I hastened the morning movement to welcome this cool atmosphere. I grabbed my briefcase, and hurriedly left the dream room. I have achieved a million dreams with mini-sized thoughts. However, my life becomes the strongest memory to remember every sheet of dreams that I have achieved so far.
"Mom, I'm going," I said, grabbing a sandwich from the plate.
"Hey, drink some milk first!" my mother screamed.
I turned my body back. "Oh, you're not sad anymore?"
I shook my head.
"Never mind, why do you have to think about it all the time?" he complained.
"Hem, I'm happy to hear and see mom happy," I said.
"Just take this then." My mother handed me a bottle of milk drink in a package.
"I'm not a kid anymore, Mom," I moaned.
"Ah, come on take it!" My mother stood up and put it on my hand.
"Go and make a lot of money! Go far away from here, to be happy!" my mother said adorn the morning with a smile.
"Mother," she whispered.
"I always pray for you to always be happy," said my mother.
The two of us seemed to be staring at the meeting without thinking about anything else. I nodded slowly, "hem, thank you, ma'am." I bent down and kissed my mother on the cheek.
I waved at him, walking away from his sight. I think the warmth of this morning, I see a million happy that may continue to come.
***
I see the wide world again, I see the steps of sustenance seekers, I see laughter, their smiles meet each other.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
I walk in front and accompany the women and men who will be busy every day.
I smiled, with an appearance that was not at all different from usual. Well, I'm a reporter who is always ready to report for them.
I walked into a room filled with surveillance cameras. Several bosses sat down and controlled the focus of the camera waving in front of me.
The figure of a man standing in front of me.
He is the figure of Jebran—the man I love who is always present at this time. His expression stood straight in front of me seriously. Well, as always. He fought all his chaotic nature locked with a cold padlock.
I looked at him coldly. We looked at each other, but I saw something was going to happen in the future.
Just thinking or is it really happening?