Chapter 29 - Strange Things and Jealousy (2) (2/2)

I loved him.

All my bodies and nerves shook with anticipation as he touched me. I was so close to him, really close that I could practically feel his heart beat and his warmth. I could smell his breath. I could even feel him inside me.

”I love you, Jane…” He whispered lovingly in my ears.

All of my nerves trembled and shook with wild beat as I reached the climax. My soul levitated to the cloud nine with him.

I love you too, Tom.

...

I woke up with a rush breathing. It was impossible that I had s.e.x again with Tom in my dream for the second time. But, this time, I didn't feel anxious. The pain was gone and what surprised me more was the fact that I dreamed of myself telling my own self that I loved him.

My phone vibrated slightly. It was a message from Senior Rizal. A pang of guilt sipped into my heart.

”Jane, I'm sorry I can't meet you today. I have to finish something. Love you.”

I sighed as I replied his message. ”Okay. Take care. Love you too.” I typed.

I took a deep breath and looked around me, but Tom was not here. I sighed in disappointment. I thought, after I had a dream about him, I would meet him again as soon as I opened my eyes. But, I was wrong. I got up and walked to my bathroom. I was not feeling like going to campus today.

”Damn! Just wait until you come back later.” I grumpily grunted as I turned on the shower.

I rubbed my body slowly. The dream felt so real. I still could feel his touch. Damn! I thought I had fallen for him for real! It made me wanted to cry every time I remembered him.

I finished my bath and got ready to go to campus. I should move quickly, or else, I might cry. I locked my door slowly as I sighed heavily, then proceeded to walk down the stairs to the front door. My steps came to a halt when I noticed Mrs. Rosa was sitting down in the dining room. She looked like she was in trouble, so I cancelled my intention to go to campus and approached her.

”Mrs. Rosa?” She startled. She then looked at me and smiled awkwardly. ”Is there something wrong?” I asked as I sat next to her.

The middle-aged woman sighed. ”I had a dream about my son again. In that dream, he came home like usual, just like when he was still alive. He opened the door and called out 'I'm home' then, he kissed my cheek. But, this time, he said that he wanted to meet his wife first. After saying that, he ran upstairs to his room. I am confused. When did he get married? Then, I started to think that maybe, maybe if he hadn't died, he would have married by now.” She explained.