A Series of Dreams
The Sky and Earth

“Wise, don't come home at night. Tomorrow we go to Bandung.” Kana advised his only son who was playing the keys to the sports car collection of the papa.

Jacketed black leather, denim pants in line with rampant rips that make everyone's eyes patterned staring at the appearance of a Wisely Erkana Hutomo Putra.

“Ya, Ma.” Wise looked crouching, tidying up his shoelaces that were unraveled in a mess.

“Remember, don't come home past midnight!” Erlang tidied up the glasses perched on his vulnerable face. Since then watching a debate show on television, occasionally paying attention secretly.

Wisely who was struggling, suddenly looked up. “That's right, Pa? More from Cinderella.”

Kana carved a sweet smile, sitting by the husband's side. Wisely's words are sometimes original and provoke laughter. Turning to look at her husband, the old woman understood that Erlang was currently hiding an annoyance.

“Wise, don't get drunk. Tomorrow, you have to bring the car. It is impossible to ask Papa who drives.”

“Ya, Ma.” Wisely replied without thinking. Waving his hands, the young man half ran towards the main door. He did not want to be late, one of his friends invited to party at a private club.

“Do not get drunk!” Erlang still had time to throw threats even though the shadow of his son had disappeared from view. “Ckckck. Just look at it later, definitely do it again.”

The man who had shined his hair black looked younger and dashing. For the sake of a family meeting that would determine her son's future, sometimes she had to give in and obey Kana's idea.

“Mas, already. Don't get angry.” Kana patted the husband's shoulder. “Remember, your heart was already overhaul.”

“Hush!” Erlang did not accept. “I'm still as brave as I was. Look is Elvis Presley, but his soul is Justin Bieber.”

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Morning in one corner of Bandung. A small drizzle has been pouring down on the earth since morning. The breeze greeted the skin, piercing the bones. A timid sun lurks in the east corner, greeting the earth in its throes. A couple of spouses looked busy from morning. Clean their simple dwelling for the sake of entertaining important guests from Jakarta.

“Pak, instead of meeting at the restaurant?” The old lady with the shabby negligee looked pouted. The red lip came forward a few inches from normal. He who used to still curl up under the blanket forced Sandi to improve.

“Fear after the restaurant .. They want a visit here, Mom. Not good if the house is a mess.” Sandi was cleaning the frame framing their family photos with a wet washcloth. Standing on a plastic bench, the old man was visibly rubbing one by one the frame hanging on the wall with a net of spiders and thick dust.

“Ah, not possible. What are they here for?”

“It seems, if I didn't catch it wrong. They have special intentions. But, just a guess, don't get too hopeful.”

The old woman who had been lazy was suddenly excited. “What? It seems like something is exciting.

The old woman named Lasmi suddenly turned. Mouth agape, brain stringing a beautiful story. “Ja .. don't tell me they want to make our daughter-in-law, Mr.”

“Looks, directions to it, Mom. But this is just a guess. Don't get too excited. Fear, if wrong .. even disappointed.” Sandi turned around and looked towards his wife. The waist-haired woman looked radiant while squeezing a wet washcloth.

“Then, match with Anga-ku. He is still alone until now. If your Uni ‘kan already have a girlfriend. Vegetable boy next door that you have been proud of, Mr.”

Sandi glared as her daughters were labeled with her and his wife's possessions. Since marrying a one-child widow, the man has never made a distinction between a biological child and splicing. For him, Kenanga and Seruni were the same even though one was not born from his seed.

“Uni and Randi are just friends, Bu.”

“Theme what? They're serious, sir. Uni is still in college, otherwise it would have been proposed. After all, he ‘kan sister already naturally sister married first. Wis ... em Wis ...” The old woman was confused. “Wis what was it, Sir?”

“Wisely.”

“Nah, yes. Wisely it's from the city. Son of the rich ...”

“He's the heir to the company, Mom. Unfortunately, her married life is not smooth.”

“Not yet, Sir. Maybe a match with Anga-ku.” Lasmi was silent for a moment and hurriedly corrected. “I mean Our Anga, Sir.”

Face beaming, long hair swaying slowly. Lasmi had already imagined a life of luxury after her daughter married a rich man from the city.

“Again, Mr see for yourself, ‘kan? Anga and Uni are like heaven and earth. Obviously, if they choose, they must choose Anga. Fashionable, hardworking, mature, and classy appearance. Different from your daughter who is a village.” The breath at the end of the sentence contained insults.

“Bu, she's our daughter, Don't compare.” Sandi got down from the chair and approached the woman who was watching it. Stare sharply at the wife with unpleasant face.

“I mean it .. The look of the Union is simple, sir. Not suitable for taking to the city. Black hair braided two. Appearance ... is it. Try to compare with Anga, she is beautiful, tall, wavy blonde hair, if dressed attractively. Mother often sees, if she leaves for work .. young village men stick out the neck like a giraffe to be able to scout.”

“That's because the skirt is too mini, not awe, Bu.” Sandi shakes. Intending to finish off the chat, the old man rushed into the kitchen. Accidentally, he passed by a sweet girl who was carrying a large bowl of fried rice for their breakfast.

“Unni, done?”

“Already, Sir.”

“Call Anga. Ask him to get up and get ready. We'll meet your friend from Jakarta later this afternoon. Dandan is neat and polite, do not be sexy. Remind your brother, later you are embarrassed.”