A Series of Dreams
Because of Cana

After driving from Jakarta to Bandung in the morning, Erlang handed the wheel to Wisely who was recovering from the effects of being drunk on his way back to the capital. Previously, they decided to accompany Sandi and his wife who were riding an online taxi.

“Pa, don't stop by, yes. No need to make small talk. We have to go back, later stuck in traffic.”

Wisely sat haughtily behind the wheel as the car pulled over. A directed look at the white Avanza that stops at a simple residence.

“Wise, don't be. Later it is thought to look one eye. Remember, the more we're on top, the more we have to embrace the one below, son. Don't let us be arrogant. Before God, we are the same. The only difference is only the world's jewelry that is clearly not brought to death.” Kana reminded as she stepped down from her luxury car.

I wanted a car. However, the sedan could not accommodate Sandi and her family. Be them following the online taxi that the simple family hitchhiked.

“Come down, Wise. Bemoan. Don't be so.” Erlang spoke up before coming down. Not wanting to be branded haughty.

Wisely according. It is free to argue with both parents if they insist. Life still depends on the luxurious facilities of the family. He won't let his credit card and car be revoked. Stepping aside, the young man said goodbye half-heartedly. He experienced the origin of Sandi and Lasmi, then looked at Seruni who had been busy himself.

Is the phone more attractive than my good looks? Rarely are women who reject a Wisely.

Curiosity provokes Wisely's curiosity. Observing the two-headed girl who was seriously typing on the phone screen.

She's sweet. Polished just a little bit must look beautiful.

Touch on the shoulder, Wisely jerked. He realized he had been looking too long. Looking towards the old man who was smiling knots, he was embarrassed to be caught watching Seruni.

“Pamit, after that we come back. It's noon, afraid even stuck in traffic.”

Fellow male, Erlang understood the meaning of the gaze of the son. He was young, of course, knew it was at the age of Wisely.

“I told you, don't turn down opportunities. Your mama when she was betrothed to me, worse than this. His braid was even more than two. Simplified beyond Siti Nurbaya. It's still a lot better. I'm sure if you see your mama first, definitely refuse without much consideration.”

Erlang whispered, unwilling until his voice sounded Kana. Business would be long if the woman was angry. Not only punching the war drums, the bed was not swaying.

“Since when has Papa ever lied?”

Wisely played her brows, looking at Erlang while holding back a laugh. “Yang yesterday, when I came home from the morning road. Don't tell me it's honest. Papa cross paths with the widow across the house, ‘kan?”

“Hush! Don't taut. Long affair. We're fellow agate collectors. So when we meet .. the chat is fused. No mean nothing.” Both of Erlang's index fingers stuck together, smiling knots.

“But, Papa lied, ‘right? Just confess.”

“The problem is that your mother's love is too big. Being jealous does not use logic. Because the neighboring cats are dressed in skirts only, your mama carelessly a week.”

Wisely's laughter broke. “It's not jealous of her cat, Pa. But the cat owner. Bahenol so, unsettling citizens of the complex.”

Kana returns, interrupting the chatter of father and son who seem to get along after days of arguing and a war of veins.

“Pamit with Om Sandi and Aunt Lasmi. Unfortunately Kenanga is not at home.” Kana pointed to the tightly closed door of the house.”

Wisely according. Walking over to Sandi and Lasmi, the young man greeted the two and smiled. Different at the beginning of the introduction, drunk still mastered. This time, the only son Erlang and Kana looked much more charming.

“I pamit.” Wisely's views were directed at Seruni.

Stretching out her hands, Wisely gasped as the braided girl greeted shyly while making a sound. “This time is no problem. But, when meeting Kak Anga, please do not use the same perfume. My brother is of high taste.” Seruni's heart was racing, turning around and half running towards the house.

Wisely was stunned, smelling her own scent and auctioning off. All are her mother. Not only the smell of mothballs, the clothes he wore were also outdated.

“Yes God, it's just fitting that everyone looks at me continuously. I thought they admired me, it turns out ...” Scratching his head that was not itchy, Wisely looked down again.