A Series of Dreams
The Life-Acting Angel

The old man gripped the steering wheel, his occasional gaze directed at the rearview mirror to stalk the occupants of the rear seat. Young children in batik shirts with silver peacock motifs set in dark blue paired with shiny black pants.

“He's handsome. Like seeing myself in my youth.” Erlang hid his smile while casting admiration. Eyes continued to observe the young man who was asleep unconscious.

“His good looks and mischief are exactly like you used to be, Mas.” Kana looked back. Mengulum smiled, recalling the long drama when Wisely who was half-conscious when asked to wear clothes that had been prepared.

Clothes that have been stored for years it still looks new even though the aroma of mothballs is so pungent. It has been sprayed with expensive perfume almost half a bottle, still can not remove the distinctive smell.

“The child has no contact?” Erlang reopened the conversation.

The Jakarta-Bandung toll road on the weekend is quite crowded smoothly. Some points falter, the rest move even if only creeping. Grey cotton blobs hang low on the horizon, local drizzle down erratically.

“Contact when aware. Unfortunately, he was too tired. No energy arguing with me. But, he's dashing. I admit, exactly you were twenty years ago, Mas.” Kana returned to her original position, directing her gaze at the old man behind the wheel.

“Of course. The descendants of Hutomo Putra have been proven, Na. No doubt about it.” Erlang chuckles. “You've contacted Sandy? Tell me we're a little late. Don't make them wait.”

“Already, Mas. In Bandung the weather is not friendly. Since dawn rain.” Kana.

“Oh yes?” Erlang peered back. Looking at the son merely wayang, mumbled prayer in the heart. Hopefully, their prayers and efforts this time will bear fruit.

Honestly, he was too old to pursue many unfulfilled dreams. It needs a successor, who will replace his leadership. Achieving various ideals that have been limited to discourse.

“Believe, Mas.” As if understanding the husband's unrest, Kana rubbed the hand that was gripping the steering wheel. “Always think positive, say good. That word is prayer. Either today or the day after, believe .. must be granted.” The old woman's sweet smile blew away the black clouds that were enveloping them.

Nodding slowly with a smile is also reassuring. A pinch of despair is present along with the dream that has been strung together in silence.

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Three hours drive, Erlang's driving vehicle turned into the courtyard of a restaurant with the concept of floating saung. The feeling of the old couple was relieved when their goal was in sight. Not just a friendship, there are big dreams expected from the meeting of these two families.

Kana nodded. Feelings like they will meet with a heart like a teenager. Following her descent, she woke up her son who was beginning to be distracted from a dream.

“Wise, we've arrived.”

“This is where, Ma?” Wisely sniffed when consciousness appeared. There was an unfriendly scent caught his sense of smell.

“We have arrived in Bandung.” Standing beside the car door that was wide open, a grin could not be separated from Kana's face.

“Loh? When departure. Why don't I remember?” Wisely squeezes the hair and makes her appearance messy.

“Wise, your appearance is neat, so messy again. Go to the toilet, wash your face first. Later follow us into,” Kana's word, rushed in after her husband after confirming the state of the son. Before stepping away, he still made sure Wisely was completely awake from drunkenness and drowsiness.

The cold city of Bandung greets the skin when Wisely gets out of the car. The feeling is much better after a long sleep without interruption. Dizziness due to drunkenness last night was not trace, his condition again improved.

“What meeting is this?” It again sniffed in the air, looking for a pungent scent around it. He had not found the source of the smell that disturbed the calmness since earlier. “You what is this? Why so strong?” Wisely was still unaware of the appearance that was different from usual.

Closing the car door and turning around, Wisely flinched when in her first step she accidentally almost hit someone. The feminine creature that was busy with a cell phone in hand seemed to walk while looking down.

“What the fuck is this?” There is a tone of dislike from the way Wisely conveys. Tanya sounded strict and unfriendly.

“Ma .. af.” The woman with braided hair raised a glance. Stunned and amazed when colliding with Wisely. The message to be sent to the lover is delayed. Restrained on the keyboard, never sent.

“Aa, I'm with Dad and Mom. Maybe after that we just met, yes, Aa.”

He's very handsome. Appearance was neat, dashing, and luxurious. But why is there a smell of corpses? Don't-don't .. he's a life-extracting angel.