The Eye of Aska Time

The Unchangeable

“Mas.. Mas..,” sighs the voice of a little boy trying to wake me up.

“Haaa!!” shouts surprised.

I opened my eyes, my head was a little dizzy, my hands were stiff, and I just realized I was in a boy's room with white paint that was about 12 years old. Seen from the books stacked on his study table read “National Exam Preparation”. The room is neat, but from the order of the book on his messy desk, I think the room is neat not because the child is tidying up.

“Mas had fallen in front of the house, so earlier the same father Dendy carried the mas in my room,” said the boy innocently.

The face of the child was not too foreign to me. I looked closely, she looked like me when she was the same age as him.

“Oh thank you yes, deck,” I said while getting up from the child's bed “Who are you?”

“Aska, mas, whose name is mas?”

I was surprised to hear his nickname the same as mine.

“Aska?” my mum was a little surprised “Aska who?”

“Andakara Askadhitama,” then the boy walked to his study table, and took some of his textbooks that he had given his identity.

His name is exactly with my name. Due to the prestige of having the same name I claimed to be “A’an.”

“Ohh mas A’an. Yesterday, where did it fall in front of the house?” Ask little Ask me.

“Tadi mas, abis work, like fatigue continues to fall from the motor,” I replied. As I recall, a few hours ago I was on my way home from work. A little intermeso, my daily job is to be an employee in a government office. I have been appointed a permanent officer. As well as other government employees, leaving in the morning home in the afternoon.

I stared towards the window, and the sun was about 1 spear “Udah how long was my sleep, Ka?”

“Mas slept from yesterday afternoon,” he replied.

Suddenly I got out of bed, asking Aska's permission to go home. When I came out of Aska's room, I felt no stranger to the atmosphere of her home. Looking familiar to me, no one but me and Aska were at home.

“Bapak equals mom no, Ka?” I asked with a little bit of a tone.

“Udah leave for work kayaknya, mas, monggo mas directly aja later not until mas A’ already home.”

I'm out of the house, the street in front of the house is no stranger. The terrace with paving drawn by the sun, the feel of the house is white, and there is a chain hanging near the pipe that is propped up on the pole of the house.

In a hurry I walked out of the house. Jesus, it turns out I was home, home 13 years ago.

Suddenly I ran towards Aska's room, not mine. He sat at a desk reading a book, my presence made him a little surprised “Loh, not so go home mas?”

“Whose father?”

Aska put on a confused face.

“Whose mom?”

Aska more confused, then innocently reply “There is a package for father same mother huh?”

“Aduh!” my lament while patting the eel “Home address

this where?”

“Oh mas want to be picked up?” Tanya Ask “This is on Jalan Sudirman, No. 9, Bogor, mas.”

Unbelievable, just like my home address.

I reached into my pants pocket, and I realized that my phone was missing. Then I grabbed my back pants pocket, luckily my wallet was safe. All the letters complete with my name and photo identity began to faint.

“You have gojek?” I was trying to ask for help.

“Gojek? Ojek to mas? There is no ojek if brought here mah,” he replied.

“Hah, you got a gojek? 2020 Bro, cook you gaktau gojek?”

“Mas, this is still 2007 mas times. Just yesterday I had my 12th birthday hehe,” replied Aska a little embarrassed to tell her birthday.

“2007?! What date?”

“Date 19 October, Mas.”

Crazy, am I going back in time. But instead of me being small again, I met myself when I was a kid. Then I thought, because I could come back here because I was asleep, maybe by sleeping again I could go back to the present.

“Can sleep again no, briefly I'm a little dizzy,” my door.

“Bby, sleep aja mas relaxed,” replied Aska.

Still in disbelief, I stepped into the bed and immediately lay down and closed my eyes.

“Mas, wake up mas,” Aska looks calling, while shaking my body. It took a little effort for a small child as high as 140cm to wake up a big baboon like me “ Father, same mother has come, mas told to eat first.”

I woke up, and walked along with Aska.

My hands are held “kayak blind people just must be taken” gumamku. Darling Aska did not care about it and still walked towards the dining table holding my hand.

At the table, the father and mother are ready to sit with a simple dish on the dining table. I stopped when I saw my father and mother. Similar really-similar. Just like my father and mother, my mother had tahilalat covered in eyebrows, while my father had tahilalat at the end of his lower neck close to his upper ribs.

“Monggo, mas, eaten potluck,” mother Aska said while thrusting dishes and rice coils.

“Seadanya aja, mas, this was taken tempe the same year. It knows tempe not to know tempe carelessly, if it has been dicocol the same sambelnya my wife, beuh taste like chicken McD, mas haha,” said the father while laughing teasing mother.

I laughed a little, remembering that you used to do it. The father was a fan of chicken, and the mother rarely cooked chicken for the father. While eating, my father and mother asked. I lied about my name just like I did to Aska.

“You look alike yes,” Mother chirped when she saw me, and I was 12 years old.

It looks like mom. I was him when I was 25.

“Mas Aska later leskan?” Ask Mom.

Aska nodded “Let's not have to be taken by ma'am, Aska later want to ride a bike with Jonathan.”

I miss it, and just tell her to be careful. Aska les around 4pm after Ashar.

And because my experiments back to the present with sleep did not work, inevitably it seems like I have to stay in the past longer. I asked my father and mother for permission to stay longer, fortunately they both allowed me, even for a few months it was okay until I felt better. In fact, actually I did not have any injuries, did not have amnesia or anything, but that is the father and mother, always good to everyone.

At half-time 4pm, Aska left for tutoring with Jonathan. Little Jon looks different to the current Jon. As a child, Jon wore oval-shaped glasses like frog eyes.

His body was fat and folded. I always couldn't believe Jon could change at puberty, and now he's a teen magazine model. I hope he's not gay.

I was in the room, only occasionally going out to pee. Accidentally when I came out I heard my father and mother talking. From his slow and careful tone of speech it seemed like they were in trouble.

“Money who has not pinjemin to Pak Antok has not returned uh, bu,” said the father of “Bapak can not give mom anymore, sorry ya bu.”

“Oh yaudah gakpapa, sir,” replied soft mom “This month use money mom first yes, make pay her home installments, we criticize again first yes.”

There is a moment of silence “Gak perasa ya 9 years we nyicil this house, and next year keelas,bu.”

“Iya uh, this year Aska mas also want to enter SMP, well we must work harder again yes, sir, afraid that the cost will be later mas already SMP more expensive.”

“Doain Mr yes, Ma'am,” mr.

“Iya always did that, sir.”

“Still yes, ma'am. Later if the money is back father love to Mother all.”

“It is mandatory, if not,” sounds like mom gave a code to you.

They both laughed, and it seemed like the sound of father kissing mother.

I took a long breath. My mom and dad are not from a rich family. Mother is a teacher, and father works in a private company that is trying to get out of jailid at that time. I remember Mr. Antok was your co-worker, he was the boss. If I guess, the money borrowed by Mr. Antok was to cover the loss of the father's company, because the father's position in the company was as one of the directors together with Mr. Antok.

I have worked in the company for approximately 7 years, and my mother has been a teacher for more than 10 years. My tears fell a little considering what my father said when asking to buy PS.

“Ya later yes, mas. Calm money many father, just still hidden aja, later if you have met for sure father buy PS.”

I never said if he did not have money, I also just found out that the SD time of the home installment was not finished, the father's money pinjem company, and one of the reasons why mothers rarely cook chicken, I don't give more money to my mom.

Maybe for Father and Mother financial problems is a disgrace to her son. I don't know maybe some parents think that children do not need to know and participate in thinking about family financial problems.

I remember that I had a decent savings, and maybe it could help the finances of Father and Mother. It's only been a payday week and even if I still live here for the next month the money won't make much.

The problem is how to give it. I have some plans.

First, I'll hit the father until his teeth are dislodged 1. The myth is that if the teeth are placed under the pillow then the fairy godmother will change the teeth is the same as what we want.

Weakness of this first plan, I must have fainted if you hit me back. The father was a holy site athlete, a basketball champion, a cricket national team athlete, while my sports performance was just playing hag. Even if ever the champion was also a tarkam level concubine (between kampong).

Second, I ask the little Aska to give the money to the Father and Mother. If for example this plan succeeds I managed to raise the dignity of Little Aska in their eyes.

The weakness, the little Aska is wayward if the money problem. I used to remember, I often took money from my mom on the wallet to play PS. I'm sure he went to tutoring because he wanted to play PS first.

Third, just love them. Then stay and also why should I not invite them to fight huh?

The weakness is, they must have refused. Ah nolak ya, if I think it must be rejected, I'm a stranger here, although in fact I am also their child. Entar was thought to turn over again suddenly giving money.

Yaudah later just think of how to give her, I rushed out of the house without permission to the nearest ATM. As I recall about 200m so it can be reached on foot.

It seems the most appropriate way is the first way. In front of the house there is a large wooden block, must have hit also fainted and his teeth were also dislodged.

“Father, sorry your son was a little disobedient to help the installment,” muttered me while walking.

Arriving in front of the house suddenly there is a motorbike sound from behind while honking the horn of the motor and shouting “Minggir-margin!!”

"Bruak”

*

“Aduhh..,” my head hurts a little, while trying to get up I opened my eyes and¬¬¬¬ still moaning in pain “Loh!” shouts surprised.

I reached into my pocket and took my wallet, the money I had taken was gone. Failing I give money to Father and Mother, I check my savings balance make m-banking, fortunately the money back.

"Sleeping on, mas, from earlier wake-up screaming,”

Aska was already big, now she is in 12th grade High School. His uniform hangs on his door, his gray hat, and his organizational vest folded over his closet. There are several pictures of the large campus logo attached to the door of his room.

Aska's room began to fall apart, remembering I used to rarely make my bed “Emang earlier I abis why, Ka?” many confused.

“Lah, mas A’an-kan unemployment who had been hitchhiking here, instead of just tired he said ngelamar work?” answer Aska.

Lah fucking ni boy, menggeledekin his future so unemployed. Didn't know he was a slave to the state. I stood up and approached Aska, she was playing HP and I knew that she had been sitting straight with a serious face like this she must be having problems with her boyfriend.

“Antenna yes?” I said surprise Aska.

“Apaansih, just look, mas,” answered and then closed the phone with the folds of both hands.

I used to be called bucinnya bucin. If for the miss of High School time there is a bucin award, I will get the nomination every year. The first year is a surprise with her friends in class, the second year is for cake for doi and then love her class, and the third year, the mysterious pretenders give the same flower cake for a birthday doi at home, and deliberately go up to the mountain bring paper with birthday writing. Once upon a time, no one was as pure as I was. There may be but different schools.

“Putusin aja,” I said casually.

“Your mistress, whose antum suddenly broke up?” answer Aska sewot.

I'm laughing small “Yes if not a mate mah, why fought.”

“Who knows my soul mate, not antumkan? where is Roy Kobayasi?”

“Hahaha yes, you are sure to him the best?”

Aska speechless “Yes know what he is not the best if grateful yes he will be the best.”

My breath was a little congested when I heard what Aska said. That's what I've always said to every single person. Yes indeed I know that he is not my soul mate later, actually my intention is only to try to keep Aska not heartbroken in the future.

“Udah there mas sleep again aja!” snapped Aska and she exited the room.

“Idih kayak aja if tambek,” murmured me in the heart.

I think it seems better to prevent Aska who is still a teenager to stop being pregnant until she meets her mate. Waste of money, waste of time. I was thinking because I failed to save my parents before, it was time to save myself in the past.

I'm waiting for Aska to return to the room. About 2 hours after he left Aska's room back. His face was pale, I'm sure the problem wasn't over. I remember having a big fight with my ex before the exam. Yes, the classic problem.

Aska did not bother me at all, she immediately dropped herself in the mattress and buried her face. There had been no movement at all since the half hour he had buried his face, it seemed like he had fallen asleep. His phone was lying right next to his left hand.

I picked up the phone and opened the phone.

“Sorry, this relationship is not healthy. I can't kill you. I don't want to stop you from meeting your soul mate, and I don't want you to stop me from meeting my soul mate, so we end our relationship. Sorry, sorry big time, but someday you won't regret my decision when you meet the right person.”

Write me on WhatsApp and I'm ready to send.

“Bruk!!” suddenly something hit my head.

**

I opened my eyes and it was morning. Suddenly I called for breakfast. I walked out of my room and Mom was at the dinner table.

“Eat mas A’an,” said the Father while pulling a chair for me to sit next to him.

“Monggo mas, take a potluck meal yes,” said Mother while opening one by one side dishes that are still closed.

If they still know me by the name of A’an, it means that this is not finished.

“I how long have you been here?” I asked them both.

“Well has long been sinned?” answer mother.

“No problem yes?”

Father and Mother shook their heads,”Why even Mother and Father had his friend, Aska also had lecture outside the city, if there is no mas A’an house so quiet.”

It turned out that far I lived in this house as someone else.

“Mother, I want her, father and mother have regrets in life?”

The two of them looked at each other, then looked at me. I shrugged “Ya, everyone must have regrets right?” answer Mother.

“What are the regrets of father same mother?”

Mr. Tersnyum,” Yes many mas, Mr. was in school always so the chairman of the school, the lecture time was active organization, GPA Mr good, student beloved lecturer. Sampe one day Mr. was offered to be a lecturer in Jogja. That was why the offer was refused by Mr. Niesel. If you used to not refuse maybe now not be an entrepreneur who used to be thrown off by how to pay off debt. Maybe now you have the income to teach.”

“If Mom, messes up because why did Mom not nerusin his stall grandma. If for example Mother nerusin grandmother's stall, maybe Mother does not need to meet recalcitrant students every day. You know yourself working mother at a school that is famous for its recalcitrant students, eating every day,” continued Mother.

“Still working until now?”

They shook their heads while devouring the two foods on their sides.

“If there is a chance back in the past, Mr Mother wants what?”

They both laughed “No, I don't want any chances like that. You feel even though it is one of the regrets in your life, but you are grateful not to take the opportunity. Father at home deket same parents, can care for parents, time to meet parents longer. If the opportunity was taken first, maybe the father will regret because the opportunity of the same parents was very little. You know for yourself, lecturer student time off is not a holiday.”

“Mothers have no regrets either. If for example, Mother continued the stall, her knowledge when college was not kepake, first Mother studied in Mathematics Education. Yes, even if they meet the same students who are wayward, if one of them receives it at a favorite school, students whose mothers can pass the National Examination, the seneng is half dead. You know, if every want National Exams they often nginep diushola behind the house to learn,” added Mother.

Then they look at each other “Lagian if I return the village to nerusin stall, it is impossible to meet the Father. Aska will not exist.”

“Sometimes yes mas, the brain likes brash, by assuming the already and our mind responds to compare with the possibility of events that can not be repeated,” said Mother with a smile.

“The best for us, it's when we can be grateful the same that already exists,” said Mr.

“Pak, Mom, it's me Aska. This is me Aska when I was 25 years old,” I reached into my wallet and showed my ID, I showed my office id card “If I come from the future, and I want to improve my past for my future, is that wrong?”

They were not surprised at all, I stopped eating. Then move the chair to me then embrace me “What to mas to fix?”

I'm silent “Many, I don't want to be heartbroken, I want to help you pay off your business debt first, I want a better job, I want a better school, I want a better school, I want to marry Gita Gutawa, I want more ..,”

Not finished I spoke father memoton “What guarantee if for example you change that your life will be better?”

I'm down “No, but I'm sure..,”

“You sure what?” He cut my conversation back.

“I'm sure it's me, we're happier.”

“Mas, which has already happened yes it is the best, the best. Happy you are, now it is because you are grateful for your regrets first. No one can guarantee happiness except yourself. And there is nothing worse than being stuck with regret in the past,” said the father as he rubbed my back.

I sighed, just after I exhaled my breath, suddenly my chest tightened. My head is dizzy and my eyes are heavy. I saw Mom and Dad smiling.

***

“Aska!!!” heard the screams of Usy “Yaampun, you fainted 3 days. I thought you were going to die and we're not getting married next month!!” Usy came up to me and hugged me.

Behind Usy there was Father and Mother, they woke up eyes and were surprised to see me awake. Mom and Dad were crying and they smiled as they walked towards me. The three of them hugged me tightly.

“You are careful when riding a motorbike,” said Mother while rubbing my head.

“Aduh,” I said a little whimpering.

I remember I fainted. I fainted because I got hit on my way home. I remember that I was a hit-and-run victim and I also remember, as long as I fainted, I went through time travel.

I let go of the arms of the three of them, and laughed at their worries.

I smiled at the two of them, once complaining because Father and Mother thought it was too stingy.

Subterfuge Mr “... The money is still hidden,” is just a hoax for young children. Even to buy the needs of the school they are always looking for the cheapest, not the best.

I used to always squirm about people who had good shoes, books, and binders. While I just make a regular book binder replaced with a plain agenda book. Open a shop or school.

But thanks to that all I got used to living frugally. I was not surprised when I first held the money by spending it on my tertiary needs. I have good money management.

I am glad to see Usy smiling. She's the girl I applied for 4 months ago. I never had any luck with the opposite sex. I tried to instigate Aska teen to mutusin and directly deketin Usy tell him if his soul mate later.

But, if that's what I do, maybe Usy won't marry me next month. He was my good friend in High School, always any story, we're very open as oxygen. Know each other. Bayangin if I tell Aska nikung Usy, maybe he will be disturbed and menggecap me as PHO.

The passage of time during my fainting brought me a much better feeling. I can better understand what's going on now. I saw Usy smiling widely and laughing, seeing Father and Mother who were getting older but still strong. A doctor came to check up.

I think now I'm going to stop regretting what's been done. I want to live this life better. I want to make every choice I make the best choice.