Am I Different?
(S2) ~ Flashback (2)

Mom took me inside the house, walked to the sink.

"Wash your hands first" said the mother as she was heard speaking.

Mother told me to stretch my hand out to the water when the tap was turned on. I was a kid, just knew to play so that the water I made washed my hands to the maina.

The water splashed everywhere and with patience mother kept washing my hands in turn.

"Come, it's finished yet, the hunt diasbikan father youh yes," said the father.

I heard my father say, take me to the dinner table immediately.

"Come, Mom," I whine.

"Keyla, massage first. Don't make water toys, let it finish quickly, yes," said the mother while washing her other hand.

Washing my hands was done, my mother carried me and put me on the chair.

"Eat," I said.

Mom brought rice and side dishes to my plate. We eat food at the same time, at the age of five years I no longer want to be bribed mother.

Even though food was splattered everywhere, my mouth, still made my mother and father smile.

"Children of winter, eat alone. What would it be like to be big?" ask dad.

"Silver queen," I said still kekeh want to be that. (Read part 13-My Story)

I, who currently remember it, still laugh when I remember my ideals to be that chocolate. My intention was to become queen as a child, but it went far.

Eating was done, I immediately got off the chair and ran towards the terrace of my house. I walked back to the toy I had placed scattered earlier.

At this time my parents accompanied me to play, I continued to continue the story that might be pamali at this time.

"Dedek, what toys?" ask Mom, who doesn't know what I'm doing.

"Toy, Keyla's in the hospital car" I said.

I was taking care of that little doll that I thought of myself.

"Keyla, bobok ya. Wake up, you'll be a good one" I chirped to myself.

I picked up my toy stroller, which I used to donate my dolls.

"Mom, take that boost. Keyla's riding a push," I said.

"No strong dong, if Dedek goes up here. It will break" said the mother who thought I was riding it.

"No, Dedek. But this Keyla," I said as I showed the doll I was holding.

Mother without answering immediately grabbed the toy I asked for, he gave the toy to me.

"Sit down, Dek," I said.

But the doll could not sit, it kept slipping. Mom gave me a little pillow on my toy bed.

"Other than this, let it sit. Not falling down the doll," said the mother while arranging the pillow and the doll to stay balanced.

I saw that my doll could sit down just laughing happily.

Flashback off

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It turns out that what I did when I was a kid actually happens today.

"Well, remind?" my many.

Mom and Dad stopped the wheelchair I was in. They were sitting on empty seats in this corridor. They bowed but held my wheelchair.

"Yes, I remember. Though that time also reminds you that it's pamali," said father.

"But he was a kid back then, Dad. Indeed we only consider babbling a child alone," said the mother.

I looked into their eyes, as if there was regret in their minds.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Don't be sad, maybe it's part of our destiny, which is unintentionally the same as what was once considered trivial" I said.

I try to encourage them again, I don't want them to bow down to regret what was not his fault.

I smiled towards them, I wanted to strengthen them. No one wants to have bad luck, especially just because of the original babble spoken in his childhood.

If I could tell the fate of childhood, it might always be the happiness I spoke of in those days. But alas, it's all just a fate line that may just happen to be the same at this point.

No one knows our fate in the past, present and future. It is all in God's hands. Most people say that destiny can be changed. But I think it's wrong, maybe our path of destiny is indeed on such a line. If it is true that it can be changed, I also want to change as I wish.

But I think their statement is wrong, they are only lulled in their own path so they are unable to improve, or even remember Allah SWT.

They were only able to remember even blame when they were at the deepest abyss of fate. Why don't they remember when they were upstairs?

"Dad, don't think about judging yourself, even with your unconscious father, it's also judging the creator" I said.

For some reason since I woke up from my bed, my words seemed like an adult. I also didn't realize it with myself.

"Yes, honey. We are grateful, yes" said the mother.

Dad pushed the wheelchair back towards the hospital yard, back past some of the people in this corridor. From a distance I saw a man crying by the side of the door of one of the rooms.

But strangely, no one accompanied. Most people just pass through it.

"Dad, what's the man?" my many.

I pointed to the person near the room.

"Which one, Dek?" ask dad.

"By the side of the room, Dad," I said.

There were a lot of people near the room, but no one noticed.

That guy, long-haired unravels. She was crying, and wearing a red dress. Tall, but looks high than people in general, even from the waist to the shoulders look longer.

I kept telling my parents to take him to that person. My parents agreed, because they knew there were a lot of people.

Not far from the person I saw, it was about four rooms away from where we were standing at the moment. As I walked over, I was astonished, and kept asking my parents.

"Why, Mom, how come no one approached him?" manya curious.

"Which is it, Dek. I don't even understand what you mean" said my mother.

"That's a lot, Mom. She's wearing a red dress" I said.

"Yes?" ask mom and dad at the same time.

"Yes, that's a big high lad and wear that red dress.

I kept on explaining what I was seeing right now. The truth is like that. Suddenly, my father stopped my wheelchair again.

"Why, Dad?" I looked up at my mother and father who were behind my wheelchair.

"We'll just go back, Dek" said the father.

I was more astonished at my father, why suddenly brought me back, while my intentions were good.

"I went there myself, yes," I said as I tried to reach for the wheel of the chair I was wearing.

"Just obey, Dad. Later if you know also back again," said mother.

He pushed her back, the closer I got to the girl.

"Mother." I tried calling.

He didn't respond to my words.

"Mother." Call me again.

He looked a little, but not completely.

"The mother's tired, we're back, yeah," asked dad.

The woman suddenly turned her head as father pulled my wheelchair to turn around. He revealed his pale white face, hair was scattered to the face and worse the face he looked faint.

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