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31. Fretted
The longer I was in the past, the more headaches and anxiety struck. I never found a bright way back to a future where there was me and my friends. How they are doing now, whether they know that I am not with them, or that time is stopping in the future.
I went over to Mr. Broto and wanted to paint with him. Ms. Asmirah was going to the market. This is my chance to find a clue.
"Father..Where can you paint this from? " Tanyaku to Mr. Broto while painting curiously.
"Don't know, son, you don't know either. But whatever you learn is always supported by your grandmother" replied Mr. Broto with a longing gaze.
"How does Grandma look, sir? " Tell me back.
"Later to paint ya, if this order is finished" he said while stroking my head.
"Grandmother, what a good person sir? " Manyu again want to fish so that the conversation deeper.
"Very good, even your non-readable grandmother made friends with a clever woman and made her a father teacher. Your grandmother was a determined and very loving person" replied Mr. Broto as he wiped away the tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Mr, why sad? is it because my grandmother left my father first?" Ask me who's getting in.
"Yes, son, I didn't expect your grandmother to come home first. But my father could not please him. That's what you regret. But may your grandmother be quiet there. " Answer Mr. Broto sadly.
"Eat my dear son" said Asmirah, taking me bread.
"Thank you ma'am" I replied.
"Where is Batara, your sister? " Tanya Bu Asmirah while stroking her stomach.
"Somehow, maybe he's playing outside" I answered while eating bread.
"Don't he play with the street kid again" he said as he walked away and ranted.
Why Asmirah always like that, indeed why play with other humans, should there be a dividing wall anyway both humans. Very annoying, and at once Diajeng ma'am seemed to be in a corner with a haunted atmosphere. I went back to eating bread and kept quiet, until Mr. Broto came and told me to finish my abstract.
I returned to painting alone, because Mr. Broto was having guests, I also tried to observe his paintings, without me realizing I had never seen a painting that signified his love for his wife. I have to ask you a painting about love for Mr. Broto.
At nightfall, I slept in my room in a rumbling and over-thinking mood. There's a lot of work to be done and I don't understand where to come from. Before long I fell asleep and I dreamed that Toby would marry me but not me. I was at the wedding but my body was in control and I saw myself laughing happily.
What is this, why am I like a spirit that sees myself getting married, while I am not seen by others. Am I dead? or is there someone else taking over my body? what's the matter? is this reality or just a dream? why is it so clear and obvious in my dreams. Then I woke up and found that I was surrounded by many invisible humans.