The Back To 12Y.0
Chapters 1. Come to Life
A night I thought was long. My body hurts, my eyes are hard to open. The sound of crying was louder than before. I am currently lying dying.
At the age of 60 years, not even though I feel doing something special. That's what people call it. Well well, even though I have a family that loves me, a beautiful wife dreams of all men, a beautiful girl, and a handsome boy. My family's economy is also not difficult, you could say we are a very established family. I have a successful and crowded grocery store business every day, of course, helped by my wife who has a photo studio that is fairly decent for her monthly turnover. Then my daughter who chose medicine when she graduated High School, and now became a famous beauty doctor in this country. And my youngest son, who is now exploring the world of modeling and successfully became the star of the most handsome advertisement version of the world magazine.
Who wouldn't want a life like that?
Really not all the beautiful life that most people see is something you dream of. Actually, there are many mistakes I made in my youth that I regret, when my death has come. If I have a chance, I'd like to fix it. But what I do know is that the second life does not exist. If anything, I prefer to go back to the era when I stepped on first grade Junior High, where the beginning of my regrets occurred. The beginning of all the mistakes I made.
I could only smile thinking that, the dream of a person who was about to leave the world looked so stupid. My vision was very blurred, my head was not able to be moved even a little, I was really sleepy. And in my last energy I say to those around me at this time…
Forgive Stupid…
And this is where the cries began to go unheard, and I fell asleep.
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Kediri, east java.
July 2004
knock, knock, knock
"ar... You're not in school?"
knock, knock, knock
"arslan!! It's your first day in Junior High, don't skip ar !!"
I still hear that voice over and over again. A voice similar to the one Arslan knew, it was like a voice... Mama?
His eyes were also wide open. Where'sisthis?
his memory was still clearly displayed when he was still nearing his end.
"wait, am I not dead?". Arslan. He was really confused, this was the first time he felt dead and became a spirit.
Arslan was in the house he used to live in when he was 12 years old. He looked up as his eyes opened, absolutely, the room he occupied had no ceiling. Immediately he looked the other way, and once again right, the bathroom was in an unfinished room, and only a red brick wall that had not been cemented. He looked around again, there was someone sleeping beside him. Rega, he is Arslan's younger brother. Their lifespan is only 1 year. Somehow he smiled very sweetly when he saw his sister, maybe he missed.
"Is this true in Heaven?". Arslan murmured who was unsure of what she was seeing at this moment.
Did he really go back to when he was 12? It doesn't make any sense. But there is only one way to prove this is real or he is already in Heaven.
Arslan immediately rose from his sleep, he dismissed the thought of waking up his sister, because time is the most important thing now.
he picked up a towel and other necessities for a bath, and immediately ran to the bathroom regardless of the house person who looked at him strangely.
Shortly after finishing the bath, and getting dressed, he felt something was awkward. But Arslan did not care, because he felt it was not important. He walked quickly to his room, but he stopped when someone called.
"Arslan!". Call someone in a female voice.
Arslan looked back. "mama? What's the matter?", said Arslan who still felt nervous in his chest. Unexpectedly the figure of the woman in front of him was the mother he missed so much for decades, now right in front of him.
"you're arslan, right?". Ask the woman who incidentally is arslan's mother.
Arslan only frowned, as if he did not understand the meaning of his mother's words. "of course I am arslan ma, who else?". Answer
But his mother only looked at him strangely. "but, since when have you been this tall? What did you eat yesterday?". Suddenly his mother's words became a lightning strike in the morning for arslan.
"what ma? High?". Arslan asked back, as if she was saying silly. He did not want this to be just a delusion, he wanted all these events to come true, because there was so much he had to improve in his previous life.
He immediately went into the room and closed the door. He moved his footsteps slowly towards his closet, as he remembered that the closet had a large mirror in the middle. He wanted to see what was happening to his body right now. It was impossible for his body to change when he was 12 years old. He walked while looking at his familiar feet, the size of this leg, this body sensation. It was impossible if his body was at such an age.
As soon as he got to the mirror, he looked at the mirror very slowly. And his eyes were wide open when his gaze was squarely upon the self in the Mirror.
"oh shit…". Arslan when he sees himself when he is reflected. The thing that made him so fascinated by the sight. It was true, his physique had changed completely. It didn't look like him when he was 12 at the time.
This is. it's totally different.
