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Actually I went to visit his hometown Ami. My friend in Japan gave me his home address. Yes, Ami is from Bali. For the past two years she has been living in Japan with her sister's family who are married to that person.

Ami said that his house in Bali was only inhabited by his mother with her young brother. And that address was the only thing that stuck in my head when I was about to be alone in a foreign place. I don't think Ami's mother would mind if I stayed two or three days at her house.

Ami had also told me the key words to go to his village to mention to the taxi driver who would take me to his address.

It turns out that Ami's house is located in a village not far from the crowded area by ordinary tourists. Of course, in Bali there are always many foreigners who have a lot of interests there. Especially during the holidays.

But in the area of his house Ami, a bit quiet and had to go through a path long enough to reach the highway. The taxi I used was not able to pass the path which was only intended for pedestrians and the maximum for two-wheeled vehicles only. So I just enjoy walking when looking for the exact location of Ami's house.

"Excuse me" I said as I arrived at a house that looked simple and beautiful. Not far on his right side, as far as the eye can see there are large rice fields.

"Azzura huh?!" greet the middle-aged woman who just came out from inside the house kindly. But I haven't said anything. "Let's go in! Ami told me and sent a picture of you to Mom. Let me not get the wrong person he said."

Ami's mother was really friendly. And it reminds me of my late mother.

"Include me, I am Ratih, Ami's mother." the woman reached out with a hand that was immediately welcomed by me.

"Azzura."

"Mi've told you about the passing of your parents, son. I'm so sad ..."

"Yes, Auntie–"

"Call me 'Mother'. I'm your mother too. Don't hesitate, son."

My heart warmed for a moment. How kind of a God that brought me to a stranger who was so friendly to me. She was so nice and felt like.

"That's Ami's sister, Bagas her name," pointed Bu Ratih at a boy who was busy at the study table. The boy was not disturbed by my arrival. "The chick's a little careless. Just make sure you are."

I nodded with a smile. "What class, ma'am? How is the distance from Ami like it's far enough, huh?"

"Bagas was the son of his sister's dead mother actually. Mother took care of him since the boy was one year old. She is now in fourth grade in SD. And he already understood what happened to his life. Bagas as much as possible to think maturely."

Oh I just found out about that story. Ami doesn't tell too much. I don't know much about his family either. But I don't seem to need to know any further. It was beyond my limits that only outsiders.

"Can I stay here for two days, ma'am?" we entered the house and sat in the wooden chair in the living room.

"Can't."

I jerked. But Madam Ratih immediately continued, "It shouldn't be just two days, Azzura. Stay here while you are in Bali. I will gladly accept you. I think of you as Ami, the daughter of the mother. Yes, Son?!"

Oh thought ...

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The morning in the village was crowded. People went out of their homes to the rice fields not far from their homes. No exception to Ami's mother. He was ready with his cap and walked out of the house.

"Well Azzura, there's breakfast. Mom's cooking. You are the same Bagas eat only. Mom will be home later. Is it okay if you stay?"

"It's okay, Mom. Just chill. I really want to be alone. Thank you for breakfast, and did you have breakfast?"

"Of course. Let me have the energy to work. Come on, I'll walk first."

"Yes, Mom."

Last night Mrs Ratih told me more about their family, even though I didn't ask for it. So they were actually Solo natives and moved to Bali because Ami's father had died. Finally, his sister Bu Ratih aliasa om his Ami, who married the Balinese, invited Bu Ratih family to move and settle in Bali. Then eight years ago, her sister Bu Ratih and her husband had a car accident that killed both of them. Since then Mrs Ratih has been taking care of Bagas to be the younger brother of her two daughters.

The legacy of Ami's father and Bagas' two parents is able to support them with a life of considerable, though not luxurious. Since Ami's older sister, Salma, has started working, the family's life has improved. Not only rely on the efforts of Bu Ratih who only sell cakes in a market.

A year after Salma married and had a child, she needed a child nurse while she herself had to work. From then on, Ami volunteered to help care for her niece while she did not get a job after graduating from college. Ami lives with her sister and family in Japan. It's not that he doesn't love his mother. Ami always visited his mother every money is enough to buy a plane ticket. And he fell in love with Japan. That's more or less the story of the Ami family. A girl two years older than me.

"Bagas, let's have breakfast!" ask me when I see Bagas has taken a shower and walked out of his room. "It's a Sunday, is it school?!"

Bagas and I sat at the small table.

"Yes, sister," Oka replied flatly. He began to scoop the rice into his plate.

I think there is a Bagas trait that is almost similar to me, other than being ignorant of course. Mrs Ratih said last night, that Bagas doesn't really care what the town kids are fussing about. What's hot, what's viral. It did not affect Bagas at all as a child today. Even when his phone was damaged, he did not make a fuss to immediately tell Ms. Ratih or call her sisters. Bagas lived his life without the influence of the outside world that is able to force the situation, the life of anyone to follow the flow of the times. Bagas is Bagas.

More or less he looks like me.

Finish breakfast that feels stiff for me with his sister Ami, now the boy has gone somewhere. I didn't see it. Maybe go play or catch up with his mom to the rice fields. Or anywhere.

While I now go looking for a stall to buy snacks. It would be delicious if this day started with me sitting under a tree while looking at the green rice fields, then accompanied by snacks.

I want to be alone. Letting my mind calm down without lamenting the reality I was living in. Live a family without parents. The pain ... I want to immediately be muffled.

I want to enjoy nature here. Throwing away the lara that is inhabiting my heart.

After getting some food, then finally I went back home to put some that I intended to give later to Bagas.

But when I just entered the open door, I saw someone standing in the middle of the room.

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