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"Your mother never wanted me in this house, I'd better just go!" exclaim mother Kinanti.

"You guys just misunderstood. Everything can still be discussed well" I said.

"Your mother was right, after what Fabian did to you, I don't deserve to live in this house. I'll just be a burden!"

"Astaghfirullahaldzim says. I don't think so at all. I'm sincere Mom lives here. After leaving this house, where do you want to live?"

"I can stay with Fabian."

"But, Mum. Fabian now,- …"

"You want to say Fabian is now on my side and his income isn't as big as yours, is it?"

"Bu-bu-not that, ma'am."

"If you want to go, then go. Not much drama," my mother grumbled.

"Where are you going?" ask Lyra who just came out of her room.

"Ehm, .. Grandma said yes, dear. Grandma can't stay here anymore."

"Grandma don't miss," whined Lyra.

"Grandmother should go. Lyra's a good kid, yeah. Same with mom."

"Don't miss it, son," said Lyra, pulling the end of her clothes."

"Grandma has to go." Ibu Kinanti brushed off the small hand slowly. He also left the living room.

"Grandmother! Grandma don't be a bully!" lyra shouted along with her cry that suddenly broke. He was about to run after her, but my mother stopped him.

"Please don't go, ma'am" I said, grabbing her arm. But again he brushed it off. I could only stare at that increasingly distant back with pushy eyes.

"Yes Rabb, protect my mother" I said.

*****

"Mom shouldn't have said that to Kinanti's mother" I told her shortly after putting Lyra to bed in her room.

"The woman does not know herself. It's good that you still care about him. Instead of thanking, demanding things."

"I think that's a natural thing a mother does to her child" I said.

"Of course, he's gone. No need to talk about it anymore. Better now we rest," said the mother. He passed from before me.

"Where's mom now? Did he eat, and where did he sleep tonight?" muttered.

I was shocked when my phone suddenly rang. I who had felt sad and guilty because of the passing of Kinanti's mother suddenly felt excited when looking at my phone screen. Yeah, Gibran called me.

Although excited, still this heart beats violently because of nervousness, panic, or whatever the name of the feeling that is clearly difficult to express in words.

[Ha-ha-ha-lo, Assalamu'alaikum]

[Why is your voice shaking so?]

[The answer is my greeting]

[Waalaikum. I thought you were asleep]

[Why still call?]

[The answer is just one word]

[What is that?]

[Kange]

I was silent for a while, holding my breath so Gibran wouldn't know this feeling.

"[Hello, why are you quiet? Is my voice too sweet to put you to sleep? He he he]

[What's calling these nights?]

[What about my clothes? Is everything ready?]

[Astaghfirullahaldzimov. I forgot to tell you all your ordered clothes are ready today, God willing we will send them tomorrow]

[You're driving here, right?]

[Sir Amin and an employee of mine will deliver your order]

[Why don't you come? I really want to meet you]

[I have business. For payment you can transfer to my account number. I'll send it to your number]

[When I wish you would bring my clothes to my order]

[Sorry, I can't]

[Yes, how else. Lyra's asleep?]

[Lyra just slept. It's night, you also rest. Sleeping too late is not good for health]

[Not yet a wife has been very attentive. I imagine every morning and at bedtime you will give me a friendly kiss. Uh! Lovely]

[What are you talking about 'huh!]

[Don't think of anything weird, yeah]

[Sorry, I was just kidding]

[Have I prayed yet?]

[Let's be a minute]

[Wait what? Do not delay prayer]

[Wait for us to finish chatting]

[You're the one who called me, it's not polite that I disconnected the phone]

[Talking until morning I can do it]

[Turn off the phone, pray isya', then go to sleep]

[There is less]

[What is lacking?]

[Drink milk]

[Don't talk no-no!]

[Who said no? Is not drinking milk before bed a good thing for health? It can make our sleep better. You must be thinking that way]

[I'm sleepy. Hurry up hang up the phone]

[You only]

[You called me. You should have hung up the phone too]

[I hear your voice until morning]

[O Rabb, forgive this man's sins. Yes already. If you don't want to disconnect the phone, I put my phone down. You just talk to the lizard]

[Yes, I turned off the phone. Good night, princess Azzura]

[Wassalamu'alaikum]

[Waalaikum. Dream of me yes. Hehe]

Call disconnected.

I put my phone on the nightstand. My eyes accidentally fell on the dresser mirror. I saw my face there. Why am I smiling like this myself? And why do my cheeks meet red? Uh! That guy always made me this way.

I put my body on the bed. Suddenly drowsiness attacked me.

I felt like I was walking on a quiet street. I didn't see anyone there. Suddenly a woman's cry was heard. Although I hesitated, I finally decided to find out where the source of the sound came from. After a few moments of walking, I finally found him. There appeared before me a woman dressed in all white was crying bitterly in front of a corpse that was also covered in white cloth.

Waitaminute! Even though I only looked at her from behind, I knew who she was. Isn't that me? So, who's the corpse that the lattice?

I walked slowly towards the crying me and the corpse lying before him. With trembling hands I intend to reveal the white cloth that covers his face. But without guessing someone is hitting it.

"Dad? Why don't you let me see his face?" my many.

"Come here, son."

The middle-aged man I called the father then took my hand.

"Where are we going, Dad?"

"That man will be the healer of your wounds."

Father pointed his index finger at a man standing in the middle of the field. The clothes he wore were the same as his father, all white.

"Who is he?"

"You'll know later."

Suddenly the man turned his body. Honey, his face is invisible because of the thick fog.

"Assalamu'alaikum, akhwan," I said.

"Getishalight."

The man slowly walked towards me. Soon I'll know the man's face. But …

Summer has gone and passed. The innocent can't never last. Wake me up when September end…

The song that I made the alarm tone raced, signifying I had to wake up immediately and start a new day.

What does that dream mean? Whose body is the lattice, and who is the man I met in that field?

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