Just a dream? Is it?

I was small. As small as I could be- I'm also very simple minded. Of course, a 6 year old child will always faced the same thing right? 

But there was this moment that I will never forget for the rest of my life in the time of my childhood days. People might think I'm crazy- but this, is my story that only I understand and faced alone. For someone who had faced utter horror or hardships, I'm sure you all understand what I'm saying, correct? 

Back to what I wished to share- I was running down the stairs one night and into the kitchen where I knew that's my favorite maid's room were with my green pikachu bolster. My maid- Fitri looked at me as she already prepared her blanket, "Tisyia? Nape si? Nak tidur dengan akak? (Tisyia? What is it? You want to sleep with me?" She said with her Indonesian accent rolling and I nodded quickly with a smile. She smiled back letting her bum felt on the bed and patted the empty small space that was enough for me to sleep in. With a silent glee, I hopped on and quickly let my head felt on the soft pillow. She tugged me in, closing the light and gotten ourselves in the dreamland right after that. 

That's where it begun. The moment that I will never forget. 

It was a dream. A dream where I found myself in a dark mansion. 

I ran along the old worn out wallpaper of the corridor and I saw them. 

Spirits. Ghosts. Fangs. Blood. Those rusty smell. The dark lighted of the mansion. The screeched of their inhuman form as they gotten closer- drawing out to reach me, to get me- but for what? 

I screamed on the top of my lungs and just running away from them and wishing to get out of this horrible mansion. But no matter where I ran, every single corner of the house and room was filling with overloading bloody beings. 

I was frighten. No words could tell how much I was scared and horrible sight it was. 

I keep on running until I finally on the large hall but filled with the same scary transparent beasts. They cornered me and lunged forward to grab me with their inhuman claws and grasp. 

I let out a silent scream. 

And finally woke up with a jolt in my tiny body and widen pair of eyes. Sweats rolling down and I shivered at the coldness before realizing that it was raining hard outside the window next to me. I stared at the rain drops slide down against the window before another thunder boomed in my wake. 


But oddly, I didn't felt any terror after that scary moment. There was no feeling into this. None at all in the inside. 


Until few years later, that nightmare still unaffected to me and I was wondering why? It was also that time.. In the age of 13, I met my step-sister for a long time. I haven't met her for years and the last time I met was around... 5 or 4 years old. It was long eh? I finally meet my sister- and no one can tell how much I missed her so much despite that we haven't gotten used to our presence yet. 


But anyway, it was a lovely moment of our reunion. We talked a lot with each other and the only thing that we had the same interest was about love life. I don't mind about that, but as long we will be together- I will tried my best to be with and talk with her. Years later until now- I'm 16 years old and she's 21. We still kept in touch (She live with her mother. Sadly.) 


What has gotten to do with my beloved sister? 


Hold on, listen to this story that had so much meaning to me; 


We had a lovely late night conversation again, until I spoke to her about my nightmare that I had when I was little. She was looking at me straight in the eye. 

And I was like, "What? Yeah, its sorta scary to me," 

"No, I faced that before when I was little," My sister said and stopped doing her college work on the laptop. 

"WHAT?" I looked at her back- bewilderment. "What do you mean?" I continued. 

"When I was little.. Around 6, dad wanted to buy a new house for us. So he did and we stayed in. But then until night time, I saw strange things everywhere and running around the big house and to the living room. I screamed and passed out, mom was freak out that time," She finished. 

I couldn't help but felt... some feeling that nudged inside my chest. We silent after that. 

"How odd that you dreamed about my past," She smiled at me. I looked at her, "Is that even normal?" 


"It doesn't matter to me!" She turned back to her laptop and typing again. Then she smiled, "But I loved that. It showed we link together somehow even we are not by blood."

Then slowly, I agreed. I smiled at her, "...Yeah.. maybe you right," 


"Sisters for each other!" 


I laughed. For the first time I thanked for those hardships that I had faced. Because from that, I learned there will always be a "fruit" to every tests we achieved.  And Kak Aishah, I love you sis. :) Even we may had so much different persona, heart and blood. But we connected somehow.


This is my story :)