Delusions

02

Jane looked at the quiet street from behind her car window. He looked at the stretch of teak trees boredly. Yes, although he does not remember ever going here, but Jane is very tired of the trip that since half an hour ago did not arrive as well.

Jane turned her gaze to look at the father who was busy driving, occasionally her head nods regularly to the rhythm of the song played.

“Dad, is it still far?” jane asked she was already very bored, making Dad turn his head towards her and let out a short sigh.

“As for Jane, you have asked the same thing twenty times,” said Dad staring at Jane with a look no less bored.

“Ah, this trip is very boring. At home I saw a tree and here I also saw a tree.” Jane leaned her body against the back of the chair. He looked at the rows of teak trees that were lined up on the roadside without any interest.

“Let's relax, later you will see the house there.” Dad chuckled softly at Jane who was grumbling softly.

Jane closed her eyes. He was already unconcerned about the row of teak trees, and of course with the middle-aged man who was busy singing in a discordant voice. His father was most happy to torture Jane. Before long, Jane finally dissolves into a dream that has been waiting for her.

“Jane, wake us up.” Dad patted Jane's cheek. Makes him squirm slowly.

“Let's wake up princess sleep, we've come now."

“It looks like I just closed my eyes for a bit.” Jane followed Dad who got out of the car.

“Maybe you are too sleepy.” Dad replied that he didn't care.

Jane blinked her eyes slowly, she looked around.  The ivory white painted house in front of him looks very warm with some colorful flowers that beautify the house. The lawn of the house made of soft grass made Jane want to lie there and continue her disturbed sleep.

Jane frowned in surprise when she saw the father hugging a tall middle-aged man, his eyes sharp but resolute. While the middle-aged woman beside him looked beautiful despite the wrinkles visible lines on her gentle face.  The two strangers smiled broadly as they saw Jane standing beside the father seem confused by the situation.

“Hai Jane, you're big now.” The middle-aged woman hugged the confused-looking Jane.

“You must be confused huh? I'm Reina, you used to call me Mother Reina and call my husband Father Reihan," said the woman glancing at her husband with a gentle smile, which made Jane smile awkwardly. He really doesn't remember who they are.

“Looks like Jane can't remember,” said the father as he looked at Jane's confused face.

“It's okay, then let's go inside."

“I'll make a drink first.” Aunt Reina walked into the kitchen.

Jane sat next to Father who seemed engrossed in chatting with Om Reihan, occasionally they let out loud laughter that made Jane grimace to feel her eardrums buzzing. Jane is so much better indeed. Tired of Jane taking a walk around the house.  As she walked in the backyard, Jane's forehead frowned when she saw a wooden house on top of a tree. Jane approached the house. He noticed the stairs that looked weathered. Is it still strong if it is stepped on?

As her curiosity outweighed the fear that she would fall while climbing the stairs, Jane chose to ride it carefully. Just slow. And Jane managed to climb up the stairs. He went inside the tree house and Jane was more and more astonished by the number of photos there. Jane noticed the worn-out photo close to her and she widened her eyes when she saw the photo.

He looked at the worn-out photos showing himself as a child and a boy he saw in the living room of Om Reihan's house. Jane's trying to remember, did she ever go to this place? But when? Why doesn't he remember it at all?

Jane looked around the wooden house again, lots of pictures. It almost filled every corner of this room. Jane chose to sit on the wooden floor. His gaze turned to gaze at the worn-out brown book that was in the corner of the room. Whatisit? A notebook?

Jane picked up the book, she hadn't opened the book yet. A voice surprised him. He hastily turned his head outside the wooden house, and saw his waist-tracking father.

“Hey, what are you doing?” said Father with a worried tone.

“Just took a walk earlier.”

Jane came down the stairs carefully.

“What's up?” ask Jane.

“Come, we go home.”

“Eh, Dad's done storytelling?”

“Is that a satire?”

“According to Dad?” Jane raised one eyebrow, made Dad smile, and scrambled his hair in a daze.

“Do we not say goodbye to Om Reihan and Aunt Reina first?” ask Jane. He frowned as Dad walked into the car.

“Daddy has already said goodbye, they will also leave. Come in.”

The car leaves the yard. Jane looked back at the tree house. He scrunched his forehead as he looked at the silhouette of the little boy in the tree house.

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