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5. Where Am I?

Madya turns her car into a refueling station. That's the only place that can save her from bedwetting.

He entered the ladies' room. He brought out what was supposed to be out there. A sense of relief runs through the body that had been trembling to resist the desire.

"Finally, relief too."

After finishing her centering business, she came out to wash her hands in the sink. She looked at her face which had additional makeup on her forehead.

His forehead is bruised like a blush. He looked around and realized that he was alone in the public toilet.

He felt the desire to pee it reappeared.

Akh, besar. But that's okay, still in the public toilet. (Madyyas).

Madya went back into the same room. Suddenly, a feeling of dizziness crept into his head. His eyes blurred.

His ears felt closed with a lump of used socks so that he could not hear anything anymore. Blackened view.

Why these? Fainting in the toilet. Will anyone find me later? (Madyyas).

"Toll-"

New Madya trying to scream, unawareness plucks the start so it does not have time to come out screaming from his mouth.

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Madya wakes up from her stupor in the toilet. It's not cool to faint in the toilet.

"Nobody is sad. Wake up, wake up yourself. Shit!"

He came out of the toilet to the sink to wash his face.

"Aaarrrggghhh ...," he shouted.

How surprised he was to see his face and appearance that changed like when he was still in High School. He opened his eyes many times.

"Am I still fainting?" He slapped his own cheek. "Aw .. pain."

In the glass was emblazoned Madya's imaging while still a cupid High School with thick glasses and high pigtail hair.

Am I crazy? Am I hallucinating? I think I should go to a psychiatrist. (Madyyas).

Looking at yourself in front of a mirror does not change the way she looks. He hopes to return to how it was. However, his appearance was still like that.

I don't know what the hallucinations are or what they're called, but I feel my cheeks are chewy again. No need to use anti-aging cream. (Madyyas).

She was too tired to think about what was happening because her mind was thinking about Usman's marriage to her own former baby sitter.

Madya came out of that toilet. Shock returned to his body and mind more fiercely.

His body trembled watching him no longer in SPBU but rather in a cafe.

The ka-cafe? I fainted how many days in the toilet until SPBU was renovated so I didn't wake up. (Madyyas).

Confused, he looked around.

Bizarrely. How are the people's clothes weird? Is this SPBU built into a vintage concept cafe? (Madyyas).

Slowly he stepped. He saw the cash register still manual.

A waitress nudged him.

"Eh, sorry."

"Eh, I'm the one who's sorry."

Lhoh, this is a former waitress cafe that used to be .. wait-wait, this is a cafe that was in the past. (Madyyas).

Little by little, Madya understood what she was going through. He's back groping his own body, especially at the elbow.

He had a wound with a fairly thick keloid in the area due to a motorcycle accident he had in college.

My elbows are clean, where are my wounds? What am I .... (Madyyas).

Fearful Madya concludes that she is back in time.

Am I going back in time? (Madyyas).

Madya looked back at the surroundings. He was trying to find what could prove his ngawur hypothesis.

I have to see what to be sure of? The cellphone! (Madyyas).

He glanced at the cell phones used by the people who were in the cafe.

Huh huh? Mobile lipets? Then, the phone from Nokiyem! Uh, doraemon head phone, Mobilola brand. Holy hooch! (Madyyas).

Madya walked towards the cashier and asked.

"Ma-mas, who is our president now?"

Ish, this boy wearing a school uniform doesn't know who the president of his own country is. At school sleeping. (Cashier).

With a strange and amused facial expression, the cashier answered the question.

"Mr Yudayana."

"Well! Not Mr Jono Wijoyo aka Jono Wi?"

"Who is that?"

"Ehm, if the ministry of education. Whose mentality?"

"What do you mean, brother? What is the education department? It was his minister if it was not wrong Abdul Khalik Anjar. I also don't remember very much. The other sister is the student. Brother must have been more memorized."

"Not Nardi Maskarim?"

"Who the hell is that, brother? I don't know the same names that Adik mentioned earlier."

"Oh, yeah."

Madia was sitting in a chair there. A newspaper on the chair made him tremble to pick it up. He read the top right corner of the newspaper.

Whahuh? 2004? (Madyyas). []

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