"What's the matter with you? Why is your face so pale? Have you had a bad dream? See, you're sweating too? What's going on? You had another bad dream, Nerisha?"
Natasha hastily sat on the edge of Nerisha who was still clutching the empty water glass.
Natasha touched her sister's sweaty and cold hand while the air conditioner had been turned off since last night. Meanwhile Nerisha looked at Natasha's two worried eyes.
"I'm okay, Brother. I'm fine. This is just a normal dream that I often have. No nightmares," said Nerisha trying to stay calm. However, he couldn't hide his nervousness.
In her mind, Nerisha didn't think about telling Natasha every incident that happened in her dream, because she didn't want her sister to worry too. Especially this dream is different from the sleeping flowers that always come to him.
Natasha looked at her sister's eyes full of worry, raised one hand and stroked Nerisha's sweat-drenched hair.
