' It's just a dream, oh my , I should get up now.'
' I am getting quite old, Man, I should do some exercises or else no one will give me a shit' talking in front of mirror.
' Where did I keep my keys last time?' searching on the table.
'Uhm, uhm' voice came from his back. ' Are you searching for this, Mr.?'
He turned back to see and to his astonishment found Seyra standing in a beautiful gown with untied hair and half makeup.
' How did you enter in my house, huh?' surprisingly Mr. Melon shouted.
' What? Now, I can't even come here?' she spouted furiously.
'That's not what I meant, but how did you got the keys..... and wait, you've function in your house and you are here.'
' Yeah, I just..... wanted to come.'
' Seyra, what will everyone think?, You are going to be married and yet still dare to come at a young man's house at late night or early morning.
You aren't even afraid of anyone and don't listen to me either.'
'That's because I li.. uh, I am just here to warn you, if you don't come at my wedding, I will kill you first and later myself and you are not young, see your old face in the mirror.
' getting outside in a cute and angry manner.
'Huh, me?' hopefully turning back.
' Give me the keys.' with no emotion.
' Bleh!' throws the keys on the floor and runs away.
'You.' ' This silly cat!' in his mind.
He gets downstairs with his happy mood, only to find Seyra's younger brother staring at him like a monster at his door.
'Oh, Seyron..... uh. How is everything going on?' trying to break the awkward silence.
*Seyron continues to stare*
'Uh, I should go now, I guess, hehe' trying to escape. " This boy is totally creepy." in his mind.
' Hey you, wait'
Mr. Melon stops.
'You better stay away from my sister or else I will cut you into pieces.' turns away and shuts the door loudly. * Slam *
"Huh, what was that? This little boy who is not even 18 is threatening me." in his mind.
He then goes downstairs through lift.
( Note: Mr. melon lives at the top floor and he needs to go to Seyra's floor to use the elevator.)
At the parking lot, he seems a little uncomfortable.
' Why do I feel someone's following me?" He turns backward, but nothing's there.
Quickly runs to his car. To his surprise, he founds an old woman ( ghost ) sitting at the floor with her arms around her legs waiting for him.
' Ma' am , are you alright? is the sentence he says at first.
' Please help my daughter, she , she.' the old ghost weeps.
' Calm down, please.' he offers her a seat in his car. ' So, what happened to your daughter?'
' She, ahh, you have to to help her, sir , please help her, she's been tortured and raped.'
To be continued.