Who Would've thought?

That figure, my mom?

(POV: Nayra)

"What'sthis? I woke up again? Oh shit when I slept already." My daughter was upset because I woke up again from my sleep.

"Hello, Zayna."

Wait, that voice? It's like I've heard of it. Uh but wait, Zayna?.

I'm confused about what's happening to me (again) now. Did that night happen to me again? Could it?

After a few minutes, I didn't hear anyone call me that again. Is that just my illusion, because I miss it so much?

But..

"Hey Zayna, I'm calling you."

Again.

Hah what is it, what sounds do I hear that song. Just a voice and no figure.

All right now I think it's a ghost and I'm starting to freak it out.

I tried to sleep again because if I did, with that at least I could calm down.

"Don't deny Zayna. C'mon here. Do you really want to sleep? I'll tell you. If you sleep, meeting me again has very little chance."

All right, I'm losing. It's happening again.

I tried to fight myself, and convinced that it was okay to see it. Come on, one more time or never again. I said to myself.

And I finally saw him, saw that figure. It turns out to be true, very similar. It was like meeting my mother in person. If I could hug her, I would really like to.

Wait, instead he called me "Zayna" and Grandma said only Mom always called me that.

Is that figure right..

"Hello Nayra, it's been a while since we met. The last time was kam-"

"WAIT."

"I want to ask you."

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I'd really like to ask you this."

With a smile, the woman said.

"See, baby."

His words entered my heart, in his.

"Well, just short. Why are you calling me Zayna?"

"To be precise, who are you?"

Nayra asked curiously and was looking forward to the woman's answer.

Answer again with a smile.

...****************...

It seems right, It's Him.

"Well.."

I'm still digesting his words. Really still this loh.

Any timing? Thought me.

How can? Thought me again.

How-to? Again and again I was just wondering inside my own mind.

Then the woman said to me again,

"Zayna, my name is Amara."

Oh, it turns out he was.

How is this, I can't control myself. I feel like my tears are about to come out, what kind of feeling this is.

I'm so happy, I saw her. I talked to him. He was in front of me.

Do you believe that? My mother, in front of me. L saw.

Broke already. My place to look was already dripping with water, already unable to withstand all this. Whatever I'm so happy for, I miss her. Hugely.

I was crying so hard in front of him. It was so heavy I was so weak. He just looked at me, patiently waiting for me to subside. Then he asked me to talk again.

"Have missed my dear? Sorry, old mom. I really miss Zayna too. I'd love to hug Zayna now. I know, Zayna wants to be hugged, son? Next time yes. Patience first. This time I can't be my son. Hold on, kid, a little more."

Ah really, I think I'm gonna stop crying. Now my cry is more intense than ever. How not? Me? which never? feeling mother's affection? birth pas? suddenly my mother came? and treat me with love? Which great person is not sad and happy when experiencing this. This is a natural reaction.

I slowly answered my mother. With a stuffy nose, I can still speak despite a slight difficulty.

"Why? Why?"

"Why not now, mom?"

"You know for yourself I miss you.."

"Please hug me.."

I said while banging my chest. It feels like I want to always cry. I am happy, and sad too. Only tears I can count on now. While begging for a hug from my mother.

I don't know why it seems like my mother's heart was pushed and touched to see me. Because it looks like he's really going to hug me. I don't know what would happen if He really hugged me. All I know now is that my mother is in front of me. And I was expecting his embrace.

And it's true, he hugged me so tightly. Very closely, like this is our last meeting.

We cried, we cried together. We really miss each other. I guess I'm the only one who misses you, Mom. It turns out he missed me too.