1. Hospital

My eyes began to blink, the strong smell smelled very distinctive. The smell of ethanol is very dominating. The noise of the wheels hitting the floor made me realize that I was not in the room. Hospital? I shrieked when I saw someone I knew well asleep in a chair not far from the bed. He folded his arms with his eyes closed like a person asleep, but I'm sure that's not a comfortable position to call sleep. I then slapped myself in the face and tried to convince myself of what I saw. The man sleeping across from my bed, He... He... Is my father. But strangely, my father died three years ago.

"This is real! But... How come? Dad... Dad here?" I muttered with a question I was asking myself. The man got up and walked towards me with a worried face. "My daughter... Are you awake? Thank God," he said with a relieved face.

I still didn't respond, and just continued to observe the 45-year-old man. He then left the room and called the nurse. A woman dressed in all white, typical of a hospital, came in with an aluminum box. He then checked my condition. Starting from the heart rate, body temperature, eyelids, and oral cavity. "Thank God, sir. Your daughter is conscious and her condition is stable," he explained to his father. "Why me? Where am I?" I asked confused. "You are in the hospital, UK. Yesterday you suddenly fainted at school," explained my father. School? Faint? This is getting unreasonable. The last memory I have is of my husband and two children. I have graduated from school and married. What's going on now? Which one is real and which one is a dream?! I was silent, still trying to understand what was going on. In the corner of the room, there is a calendar. The most surprising thing is the year listed there. 2003.

I stared in disbelief, the last time I was in 2007. I looked back at my father. He had been silent since then, only smiling. "Dad... here? How can you? Even though it's father...." I didn't finish my sentence, because the memories still hurt. Even now I hope that this is the truth. "Dad's not allowed to come to work. You've been in a coma for a week after joining MOS on the first day of school? You're all right, aren't you?" "Dad... Is this real? I was still in 2003? I wasn't dreaming, was I?" Father was silent, looking at me with a confused expression. Maybe you don't even know what I mean. Not long ago my mother came with grandma. Everything looks normal. But I'm the only one who finds this weird. If previously I was in 2017, why am I now back in 2003? The place where it all started. No, isn't it, the door to where Doraemon is just imagination? All unreal. But this is for real!

If this is real, then I feel lucky. I can see dad again now. My father died in 2011 at a time when I still needed him the most, at a time when I felt I couldn't be proud of him. Now he is in front of me. I immediately rushed to hug him. "I'm happy to be back here. Met dad, a Mum, met everyone," I said, crying. Dad rubbed my back gently. While Mother came closer and stroked my head. My mother also died five years after my father left. I am happy to be reunited with them. They are real, not ghosts or even dreams. "What about you? Is anyone still sick?" mother asked. I just smiled and nodded. "I'm fine, ma'am. Thank God." Wait! Both of my parents are here now, so what happened in the future hasn't happened yet? The kids... They... Arya and Arya. They certainly don't exist in this world right now. There is a feeling of tightness in the chest and longing for them. Even though both my parents are here, but without the children, everything is not the same. Maybe, kah, it's time I atone for all my mistakes. Maybe it's time for me to fix things? Right, are you giving me a second chance, Lord?

After the doctor checked my condition, I was now allowed to go home with my family. When I got home, I didn't expect to come back to this house. My first house, a housing complex for special police, army, and civil servants. I live with my grandmother because my grandfather was a civil servant. The neighborhood of this house is very close. Every house is attached to other houses with the same house shape. The only difference is the house paint and the furniture on the terrace. I came home warmly welcomed by my neighbors and family. While I'm still a lot silent. There is a little fear in me. If all this is not real and can be lost at any time. I don't know when I close my eyes or open them later. The living room is indeed a spot for our family to chat while watching tv. They discussed everything that had happened, the news that I fainted at school, to how they panicked because I didn't wake up. I've been quite a lot since I was a child, I've been known to be quiet, but that's not the reason why I'm silent at this time. But the figure sitting next to my father now. Grandpa sis. The third figure died in my memory and memory. It's just that grandpa disappeared much longer than my parents. His face was no different, still the same as the last time I saw him. His clothes are also the same as when he was alive. a Brownshirt with black pants. It's just that the difference is grandfather's face is paler than the others. Dad waved to me. "Why, Sisi?" asked dad. "Grandpa, Dad," I said quietly as I looked at them in turn. "Grandpa?" asked Grandma who did not understand what I meant. "Yeah, Grandpa was here earlier. But it's gone." They were silent and looked at each other. It's weird, but I did see it.

The terrace is my goal, I feel like I miss the atmosphere of home. I haven't been here in almost 14 years. I looked, the complex environment was still quiet, but, in house number 12, a girl was sweeping the terrace without realizing that I was looking at her. "King Kong!" I screamed calling him. She suddenly looked up and smiled. "Hei Oneng! Are you home?" She asked, raising his voice a little.