The Effects of Early Marriage
35 Dreams

"Freya, from today on you sleep in this room, yes."

Elya opened the door of the room that had been prepared for Freya.

"Why did you just split up your room? Why not just from the beginning? You're old but stupid!"

"Freya!" arby.

"Be quiet, set*n!"

Bodo is very willing to say the child of the kek durhaka, the daughter-in-law of the kek durhaka, the wife of the kek durhaka. It is they who make it that way. So let them first take away their sins.

Brak!

Freya slammed the door right in front of them and immediately locked it.

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Being discharged from the hospital does not mean that his condition is fine. Every night he had nightmares about events in the house that felt like dreams.

Three days he rested at home without even leaving the room. On the fourth day, he decided to go to school.

He opened the door to his room at the same time as Arby. Their eyes meet. Freya hissed in disdain at the man whose status was that abal-abal husband, who was only met with a flat gaze by the man.

Arby walks in front of her, making Freya want to push Arby up the stairs. But no, this is not the proper way of retaliation. Just dying would be too good for a depraved man like him.

At school

Freya simply threw her bag onto the bench, making the attention of students who had been busy gossiping and joking distracted.

They stared in wonder at the classmates who had been over two weeks away from school. They are now convinced that Freya is indeed sick, although they do not know what pain her friend is, judging by her pale and very thin face, although it is still beautiful.

Nania hugs her best friend, followed by Aruna. And Nuna? The girl looked down, not daring to look at the three.

Rest hour

Freya stepped on the sixth cigarette butt. His eyes were bright, occasionally he sipped a canned beer that he smuggled into the school.

"Where are you?"

Mico sits next to Freya, picks up the rest of Freya's drink and finishes it, he also picks up a cigarette belonging to Freya.

"Yes that way!"

The second can is opened. They told stories interspersed with amused laughter. Either there is something funny about their conversation or because of the influence of alcohol.

Elsewhere

Arlan massaged his forehead, the financial statements in his branch company in Samarinda were very chaotic. Either who is corrupt, or there is indeed an error in the making of the report. It is not much, but if left unchecked it will cause huge losses.

"Malik, tomorrow we have to go to Samarinda" he told the assistant, who has worked with him for decades.

"Good, sir."

Meanwhile, Wildan was also in a fog. Someone leaked his new project proposal to his business opponent, making him have to bear the loss.

In Freya's place

Mico and Freya chewed on candy to remove the smell of cigarettes and beer, although they could still smell the rest of the stuff.

"I'll go to the toilet first."

"Yes, then I'll go straight back to class."

Freya went into the toilet, after coming from the toilet, she headed for the rooftop. The shadows in the hospital came back to haunt him. It was not that he was afraid, it was just that he was still confused whether all of it was real or indeed a dream.

Brugh

Freya pushed the BK teacher to a tumble and hit the wall on her head.

"I'm sorry, I was intentional."

Freya stepped over the BK teacher casually.

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Freya came home weak. He opened his bag full of cigarettes and beer.

Meanwhile in the next room, Arby throws his bag. There was no more Freya's scent in this room, not even a single item was there. The room returned to its original, masculine appearance.

Like a criminal who removes traces and evidence, this crime scene has been cleaned up. All evidence is removed.

The mattress is replaced with a new one.

The study table, the dressing table, the sofa.

"No need to be more, mi."

That's what Arby said when his mom rearranged the room. Everything was done exactly one day after Freya was admitted to the hospital.

The curtains are replaced, the walls are painted with the color of the previous room. Yeah, it all really goes back to the circumstances before Freya lived in that house.

While the room that is now occupied by Freya is decorated according to Freya's taste, but certainly different from the circumstances where the tragedy occurred.

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When the dream hit, Freya would wake up with a sigh. He was also not sure if earlier at school he had indeed pushed his BK teacher up the stairs, or again, it was just an illusion.

There was nothing he could make evidence of, as he very carefully avoided that pool of blood from being stepped on by his shoes. Even after school, there was no commotion.

On an empty stomach, Freya enjoys a beer with a cigarette. His life seemed meaningless. Nightmares are always haunting as she ventures into dreamland. Even the dreams that he did not understand also went back and forth in his subconscious.

Crushed

Yes, his life has been ruined.

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Early morning

Freya's eyes blackened, she could not sleep until now.

"Freya, are you awake yet? Not going to school?"

Elya knocked on Freya's bedroom door, but there was no answer. Freya felt nauseous, as fast as lightning she went to the bathroom and vomited up the contents of her stomach which contained only water with the aroma of vomiting and beer, making her more nauseous and more vomiting.

After being sure no more vomiting came out, he then washed his face, and into the bed. Leaning on the edge of the bed with feet slender on the floor, in opening one more can of beer, gulping it down in a hurry like a thirsty man.

Freya no longer cared what her body would look like. When necessary he wanted to burn himself alive, removing the traces that the b* son of a bitch had touched.

He himself was disgusted with himself, wanting to poke, mut*lasi .. anything, anything that could remove all the dark shadows within him.

Freya's eyes began to shut after three cans of beer she gulped down quickly. It was possible that if he drank a lot, his sleep would be more sound without the arrival of uninvited dreams.

In the room next door, Arby more or less felt almost the same way. I can't sleep because of nightmares.

Dreaming that he was on the high seas that no one was there but him. All that sounded was a very heartbreaking sobbing, with groans of pain.

He tried to find the owner of the voice, but the result was nil. Somehow his heart felt pained to hear the sobbing, even though he did not know whose voice it was.