Am I Different?
(S2) ~ Home 2

I nodded my head, and then my dad started the car. Dad slowly returned to his car. Right now I don't know what I'm feeling, I can't wait to uncover the woman's crimes.

I decided to lie down again without moving my legs that still hang in a sitting position.

"Sir, I helped you move your leg position, yes" she offered.

"Yes, Mom," I replied.

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Mom quickly tried to help me change the position of my legs. Then he sat back down and grabbed my head. I tried to close my eyes for a moment so I wouldn't feel tired. Mother gently stroked my hair, but the hands that felt warm suddenly became cold like ice.

I moved my hand, trying to touch my mother's hand. But still with eyes closed. Mom's hand feels foreign when I hold it, fingers feel long and flat.

"Mom, my hands are so cold" I said.

But in the car no one answered, so quiet the current atmosphere.

"Mom." Call me again.

I slowly opened my eyes, finding a pale, white-clothed figure that was holding my head. The gaze that continued to face forward, the hair unraveled messily, but the fixed hand gently stroked my head.

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The heart suddenly beats. I glanced towards the front seat. Again, just a creature that is alien to me.

Steering chair section, a fat man, curly-haired, short-sleeved navy dress. Fresh blood poured down his temples, black skin adding to his spooky appearance.

Likewise in the seat next to the steering wheel, the figure of a woman berkonde, dressed in kebayak tops and subordinates using a rag. But the right side of his stomach was a knife stuck there, fresh blood did not stop pouring there.

In my mind I said, is this God real what is a hallucination? Where's my family?

Suddenly simultaneously, the three figures who were in this car stared at me sharply. The two figures in front turned their heads 180° to face me, in a fixed body position facing forward.

The woman who was holding my head, stared with eyes that seemed to want out of her face. After that, I closed my eyes. I don't want to answer them all.

"Hey sweet, why close your eyes? Look at us, you'll be a part of us" said one of the creatures.

But I don't know, but it's definitely one of the two women in this car. Feeling my sweat flowing from the crevices of the hijab I wear, I want to wake up feeling unable because maybe too limp my body saw a situation like this.

My hand that was originally on my chest, suddenly felt firmly clutched by a hand that felt cold.

"Let go!" I said while trying to let go of my hand.

But even the sound of laughter echoed so loudly in my ears, from these three figures of beings. The hand that originally stroked my hair, was now circling my cheek. My heart was beating faster than usual.

"A beautiful face, fitting to replace my face," said one of the figures.

"No want! Release!" snapped again.

"Shut up!" yell a big voice and echo.

For a moment I was silent, I was afraid, shaking my whole body. Again in my mind I said, O God help your servant. Keep them away from around the servant, the servant is currently in his weakest position, only to you the servant asks for help.

After that, I forcefully tried to chant the verse of the chair out loud. There was shouting after shouting from the three creatures, they sounded so in pain. Slowly felt back the warm, soft hand stroking my head.

"Keyla, wake up, kid. What's up?" my mother's voice was clearly trying to wake me up.

Slowly I opened my eyes, and I did not answer. I looked towards my mother, grandmother and father, who had previously used all three creepy creatures.

They were in their respective positions before I closed my eyes. Maybe seeing my behavior mother felt confused, so she again questioned what happened to me.

"Dek, why? You're having a nightmare?" ask mother.

I felt my hands so cold because of my sweat.

"the dream? I don't feel like I'm sleeping yet, Mom," I replied.

"Well, Dedek told me why?" ask mom again.

"I saw in this car not you, but three terrible creatures" I replied.

"Sleep doesn't pray, does it?" grandma says.

I just smiled when I heard Grandma say, it's true that I didn't pray. But I felt that I had not slept, because the elusan from the warm hands of mother to the cold hands I felt real.

"But I don't feel like I'm asleep yet, Mom," I said.

No one answered, just smiled at me. The journey I thought was going to be a long one, was faster than ever.

I decided to sit down again.

"It turns out faster huh, huh? I thought it would be a long time," chirped me.

"It's a long time ago, Dek," replied the father.

"really?" I looked confused.

Because I think it's faster, but Dad said a long time.

"Did I really fall asleep, Dad? Why does it feel real?" ask again.

"Yes no one knows, Dek. The most important thing is not to forget to pray when you want to sleep, or want anything," said the father reminded.

I also agree with my father's words, although I still do not think. It all feels real, but why is it just a dream?

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Not long after we arrived at the house of Grandma Rahmah. When the car stopped right in front of his house, Aunt Santi and Jeje immediately got out of the house.

The two of them walked quickly towards us, helping us to carry all the items. One by one they came down, my mother took me a wheelchair, and my father was about to move me.

"Hi, Key." Sapa Jeje's.

Dad moved me in a wheelchair.

"Hi, Je." My answer.

"Om, Jeje is the one who pushed Keyla" Jeje said.

He smiled and said, "Yes, please."

Jeje slowly pushed me into the house.

"Keyla, I'm cured, yeah. Let's go for another walk, then when I get there you're still sleeping" he said.

I looked towards Jeje.

"Doain I'm healing fast dong, Je. Let it get rich first," I said.

"Surely dong," she replied with a smile on her lips.

Jeje took me in front of the television, as usual when I was here.

"I'll stay here, you know" I said.

Although my heart feels heavy, but how else can I just obey everything my parents say.

"Yes, I already know" Jeje replied.

What I initially thought would be a surprise for Jeje, turned out to be that he knew first.

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