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The\-sound coming from the kitchen and living room woke me up. I don't think I want to wake up yet. I still want to sleep and forget for a moment what happened last night. I still can't be asked to think clearly. Let me rest my brain longer. I have also worn it long enough.

The longer, the voice became clearer and closer. It wasn't my neighbor's voice, it wasn't my rented mother's voice either. Then, whose voice is it? But his voice was also not foreign. I tried to open my eyes and find strange things in the room. The closet I don't know. Pillows I don't know. A blanket I don't know either. Paint the walls of the room that I am not familiar with either. Where am I now? I started to panic. I didn't go into people's houses last night, did I? As I remember I went home to my contract. Or is it just a hallucination?

I immediately stood up from the bed and suddenly the door of the room opened. Wait for. He is Farah, Ami's sister. Why is he here? He lives in the field. It's getting weird. I went back to bed and covered myself with a blanket. I seem to be dreaming. I have to go back to sleep and wake up.

“Kaaak, the intention of the school is not you? It's 6 o'clock. If you wake up, don't go to sleep again. What the hell are you, brother? Take a shower there!” snapped Farah.

I didn't answer and said anything because this must be a dream. I just have to go back to sleep and wake up. I'm getting my blanket shut.

“God... Even rapeted. Yes already. I told mom that sister doesn't want to go to school,” said Farah and left this room.

I close my eyes tightly and try to imagine the beautiful so that I can fall asleep again, like imagining meeting oppa for example. It's been 10 minutes and it hasn't worked. I flicked the blanket over my body and tried to look around. This is Ami's room because the photos on display are her. I stood up from the bed and went into the bathroom. I have to wash my face.

I almost fell to the floor when I saw my look in the mirror. Messy? Ja. But this is not my face. It's Ami's face. Why am I in Ami's body? My head, dizzy from last night, is getting dizzy. Surprisingly I'm not nauseous. Usually I'll feel nauseous every time I get a headache. Oh God. Why am I in Ami's body? I immediately got out of the bathroom and looked at the calendar. It's impossible for God to grant my prayers to go back in time, right? Such an event never happened and I never believed it either. Time Traveler is unlikely to happen. April 2009. I rubbed my eyes a few times. Who knows, the 2009 number will change to 2020. But the result is nil. I really go back in time. Not as Aira, but as Ami.

I didn't realize I was sitting limp on Ami's bedroom floor. I thought about how to get back to the present. What should I say to Ami's family? Or should I just pretend to be Ami? The sound of the door opening surprised me. It turns out that Ami's mother.

“You're not in school, Mi? Not feeling well anymore? Why are you sitting on that floor?” ask Ami's mother.

“Umm I slipped, Ma. Yeah, I'm not feeling well. Dizziness my head,”I replied. And in the end I chose the last option. I pretended to be Ami while thinking about how to go back to the present.

“Bedicame us if it is.”

“Nevent gone, Ma. Sleeping and taking stall medicine also healed this,” reject me.

“Ya. Just rest. Then breakfast. Mom and Dad should go to school quickly. Do not forget to take medicine.”

“Iya.”

I breathed a sigh of relief when Ami's mother had already left the room. Hopefully his family will not be suspicious. I have to wear a Medan accent because I am currently in Medan and people must suspect that I am wearing a Jakarta accent. The problem is, Ami has never been to Jakarta even until 2020. Wait for. I can't be careless. I need to think of a way to get back to the present. I have to googling. I searched Ami's cell phone and found it in the school bag.

Ahh bener's. There were no smartphones in the past. The phone is still Nokia and uses buttons. The screen is also black and white. How to googling? There is also a laptop, but no WIFI. Modem also has none. Getting lost is lost. I've been stuck in the past. I seem to have to sleep again. Who knows if I will be in the future when I wake up.

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I walked towards Ami's bed and got ready to go back to sleep. I pray I will be in the future when I wake up. I'm afraid I won't want to go back to the future if I get to school tomorrow.

Right now, I'm in the kitchen and very hungry. I missed dinner last night. I've finished one plate and still want to add. Am I hungry or possessed? Ami's mother's cuisine today is anchovy sambal mixed with potatoes and peanuts. The reels are stir-fried toge and carrot with coconut milk sauce. This is my favorite food. I have not eaten this typical Medan food for a long time. Nothing can match anchovies, except grilled goldfish.

My head doesn't hurt anymore even though I'm surprised every waking moment. Since I was still in the same room, I was already stuck here. Yes already. My first principle is to accept and face it. Friendly with all flavors. Today is sad. Tomorrow I'll laugh. Nothing is permanent. Everything temporari. And I'm sure, I'm here also only temporaries. I will be back even if I don't know when. Accept it and face it.

After I finished eating, I washed the dishes and went back to Ami's room. What am I supposed to do now? I can't open Instagram or youtube either. I looked around the room and found Ami's bookshelf. Everything is a textbook, no novel. He doesn't like to read novels. At least I found that diary? And there's none either.

I glanced at the cell phone that was on the study table. I'm reviving. One by one the messages were coming. There are 5 messages coming in.

From Fadli

I know Fadli. He was my classmate. He had been fond of Ami since the beginning of school, but Ami did not respond to him. He just considers her a friend. Fadli was also familiar with the Son. They were both boy scouts.

I opened the second message.

From Asman

Not going to school today? Wh why? Adek's sick?

And I also know who Asman is. Class 12 and boy scouts too. Wait for. Means I went back to 1st grade High School dong? This upperclassman always comes to class to see Ami and is not responded to by Ami. His face was fierce and angry.

I opened the next message.

From Affan

Hi, Ami. I was in your class. He said you were sick. What pain? Get well quickly and get plenty of rest. At first, I wanted to see you, but I had an osis meeting back home from school. Sorry. Get Well soon's.

It's Affan who's on the right side of my class, right? Class X IPA 3. His son is quiet and talkative. His classmates were not very familiar either. Only familiar with 2 people. Waah. I don't think he'll be able to write a message like this or have a crush on someone. Waah, the charm of Ami is indeed invincible.

I opened the next message.

From Rizky

Adama, Ami. You're sick again, aren't you? What pain would you have if you could know? Heals quickly yes.

I remember who Rizky was. The sister? Rizkiy? I patted my hand because I already remembered who Rizky was sending this message to. He is the chairman of OSIS. I patted my hand between admiration and surprise. Why didn't Ami just accept this Rizky sister? He's handsome, tall, smart, chairman of OSIS, a basketball boy too, and is dear to the teachers. Many girls like this sister, including my generation too. And me too. He was my former friend. Gosh darn. That brother used to have a crush on Ami and no one knows? The amazing!

I opened the last message.

From Herie

Ami beautiful sick what? Take a lot of rest, say. Heals quickly. I miss you.

I was nauseous after reading Heri's message. He's a class with me. The class is on the left side of my class. She's class X IPA 1. He always thought that he loved and admired all the girls in school. If she is greeted by a girl, she feels that she likes her. The rate of recognition is above average. He always considered himself the most handsome student in school. And I don't want to say hello as much as possible. Woe. This kid's also after Ami ckckck. Playboy, no one likes it. Where is he now? I wonder if his attitude has changed. Hopefully it has been converted.

Ami is absolutely amazing. From the head of the OSIS to the youngest child to like him the most. Ami is beautiful. He was white, tall, and thin. Her cheeks are a little chubby and flushed. I used to call him peach. His hair was also black and straight. He often let her down. He was also gentle, his voice smooth, and polite. He was devout, intelligent, and liked by teachers. He was one of my rivals to take the 1st place. He is friendly and smart to get along with too. Anyway, Ami is perfect. It is fitting that many like. I know a lot of people like Ami, but I'm surprised to see people who like her. Unfortunately, no one is fooled by him. Her husband is not one alumni and better than all of them. That's according. I smiled remembering our High School days.

Waah Rizky's. I guess my sister used to like May because she was often talked to. She has a crush on Ami. And I potato can only be silent. But there is something strange too. At the school reunion he knew my name, where I went to college, and my major. He also knew I was living with one of his classmates. Rizky is a playboy. Aih.

I was busy with my thoughts and a message appeared. I opened it too. My breath suddenly stopped. Aah she's.

From Son

What pain are you? Yesterday was healthy.

Just a few words, but the effect made it hard to breathe and nausea. I know they are very close friends. Not only them, but I, Ami, May, Son, and Malik. At first only Ami, Putra, and Malik were familiar. I'm familiar with May. May is familiar with Malik. Be, we're friends. May and Ami are more familiar with the Son. I am more familiar with Malik. But I'm more familiar with May than anything. She was my best friend from the beginning of school until now. The five of us weren't that familiar during X class. We've been familiar since XI class. I rarely even chatted with Ami during Class X because there was an aura of competition between us. We still say hello and joke. Am I perhaps too stiff? What am I supposed to do tomorrow? I can't keep avoiding, can I?