A Series of Dreams
Loan Batik Shirt

Mas.”

Too late, the middle-aged woman was unable to prevent Erlang from watering her beloved son. Right at the end of the stairs, Wisely was drenched in a drenched drench. A line of water circled the dashing body that was now helpless.

Standing, Kana was confused. I want to be angry, but at whom. Even growing upset feels free. Such a sight is rare. However, he often found that the old man was holding back the anger. In old age, should enjoy old age with children and grandchildren, live a light life without burden.

“Mas, can't you use another way to reprimand?” Sighing in repeated breaths, Kana expanded patiently. By the time Erlang was immersed in the air, he should be able to act like a soul-soothing breeze.

“What result?” The index end is pointed at Wisely, the reddened eyes restraining emotions. Breathing in deflations, the pull is short irregular length. The basin within the grasp was slammed without feeling, left to bounce irregularly and break the silence of the morning.

Kana.

Wisely is a reflection of Erlang in his youth. He knows how father and son are so similar. From habits to likes. Only, his son has not met a soulmate who can guide and accompany in joy and sorrow. Not many women can be loyal regardless of their possessions.

Composed, Kana grabbed her son's body after the husband's wide steps away. Speak words of calm. There is hope, there is a dream, and there is a future commonly asked for in his evening prayer.

“Come, wake. Mama is sure you can be useful. Not just drunk and troublesome, Prove it to Papa.” Kana struggled to lift her son's body off the floor. “ Mama still holds great hope, Mama believes, Nak.” Those words were spoken with a trembling tone. How now the woman was broken into pieces.

If you can choose, it will certainly follow in the footsteps of Erlang. However, he still has to fight for Wisely until his breath and body are no longer in line. As long as God gives him the opportunity to live in the world, his efforts and prayers will remain for his children. At least, he did not go in vain, not die in regret.

Trying to lift Wisely's body with his vulnerable energy, suddenly a young man came over.

“I'm it, Mistress.” The man who had just passed his teenage years had not long worked as one of Erlang's assistants. Ardi—putra from a family driver who has served many years and is now taken to Jakarta to get a more decent life after finishing SMK in Bangka Belitung.

“Di, please take it to guest room only.” Kana pointed at the empty room not far from where they were. It was impossible to lead the unconscious Wisely to the second floor.

“Good, Mistress.”

“Asking home assistant to get a change of clothes. Help him change his clothes. Wet all, later in the wind.” Kana swept the entire room. She had to catch up with her husband and calm the old man who was being emotionally drained. Anyway, this is nothing new. They should both understand. Wisely cannot be treated harshly, let alone ignored.

“Begging him to dress up neatly, don't embarrass me while in Bandung.” Erlang sat in the back garden chair. The body is curved forward, the hands intertwine above the knees. The gaze of the man in gray at the top of the head was glaring.

Without looking, he could already guess the sound of footsteps approaching from behind.

“Do not get angry. Not good for your heart, Mas.” Kana hugged her husband from behind her back, clutching the old man to calm down. “I believe ... if our efforts this time will pay off.”

Heavy and long breaths interrupted the conversation. “Entah.” There was a tone of despair within Erlang's short speech.

"Hopefully. Pull back your words, Mommy. That word is prayer. Should answer ... hopefully.” Kana kissed Erlang's wrinkled cheeks and smiled. “I've asked the house assistant to find clothes for the boy. But, there was not a single decent outfit. Imagine, there were only torn denim jerseys and pants everywhere. I didn't find a single piece of shirt. How's this?”

Kana's eyeballs were spinning, she was thinking hard about finding a way out. They did not have time to shop for Wisely.

“Just wear my pants and shirt. Choose the one that suits him.” Erlang.

“There is, Mas. Your body is like a bundle of splinters like this. Your stomach's beating a canister of melon gas. Where can borrow your shirt,” said Kana. The woman's eyes glared, the mind in control.

“Ah, your batik collection when you were young.” Kana's smile expands. “Yes, I remember. I still keep a few sets of written batik shirts and your pants when you were dashing first, Mas.” The woman sparkled.

“Ya. Let him wear that. Although the patterns and models are a little behind, at least it has been victorious in its time. After all, many old trends also rise again. Guaranteed his future in-laws immediately fell in love. My Auraku is still there.” For a moment, Erlang forgot his fret.

“True also.” Kana had imagined how handsome Wisely in a dress shirt batik the husband. Years ago, Erlang appeared charming in those clothes. He was sure that it would fit his son.

“Where do you keep it? Have termites eaten?” Erlang suddenly asked.

Decomposing the decapitation, Kana threw down the buttocks next to her husband. “No. I'm keeping it in the closet, it's just, a while ago I moved it on purpose. I put it in a cardboard box, and then given camphor. I'm sure it's still good, there's no way a termite would want to get close.”

“Already, Na. Sort him. We'll be leaving soon. Make sure the effects of the hangover are gone. It's okay, I drive, the boy .. let sleep on the way.” Erlang explained as he glanced at the clock on his wrist.