
I feel, I'm awake
I'm in the world I've always been through
I still see people I know
I still feel so sad.
There's a different one
Of myself walking
I wear the usual clothes
But my mouth and half of my nose were covered with cloth
I don't know when I'm wearing it.
Amis
I walked alone on a large field, many people passed by me, but they did not say hello or even smile at me. Is there something wrong with me?. I noticed a place I knew, this is a place I often visited, yes this is my campus, where I first met raka. why should I think back to raka? I must feel sad that I have a hard time getting rid of, I must drop the tears that I find hard to relieve. Why does the amygdala so often play back memories of raka? I'm tired if I have to keep this up. I still can't control myself for the sadness of what happened to Raka for having to pay my respects.
I continued the steps that I knew where I was going to edge. There was a man\man wearing glasses smiling at me, he showed me deep dimples on both cheeks, I was still silent, thinking about who this person in front of me was?
“you're wearing a noodle veil? may Allah meridhoi”
I instantly recognize her voice when I speak, but wait, I'm wearing a veil?”.