2. Home

She is Kiki, my friend since childhood. I used to call him king kong according to his slightly big stature. The nickname was given precisely by her aunt, who is five years older than me. While Oneng's call was for me because I was often slow to understand their conversation. 

"When are you coming home?" 

"just now." 

"What's the matter? Why have you been unconscious for so long? I thought you were dead!"

 "Hehehe. Yeah, it's almost like waking up from the dead, Ong. I didn't expect to come back here again."

 Maybe I should keep everything that I've been through in the future a secret. I don't know what the consequences will be if I talk about this with other people. I don't even know what God will take for this second chance

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"Grandma, how did I pass out?" I asked curiously. Grandma who was sitting alone in front of the tv became the target of my questions. 

"It was the first day of MOS, after the dhuhur call to prayer, Adit took you home, he said that you fell down the stairs and fainted, so you were immediately taken to the hospital. Grandma gave the news to your father and mother, in the afternoon they came back here," explained grandmother Adit is a classmate, as well as my neighbor, even though our house is not too close but he often plays in my house complex. My parents don't live with me, they live in the next town because my father works there. My father also told me to move there, but I always refused because I was more comfortable here with my grandmother. Wow, if I just fainted on the first day of MOS, this means I haven't been to school for a week. The call to prayer echoed, I immediately performed the Maghrib prayer. We are family Muslim. In prostration, I kneel asking for forgiveness and thanking Allah. Gratitude is accompanied by tears because of the longing for my two children. 

My husband? Ah, don't ask me why I don't miss him. Because we've been apart for a year. A marriage that is not based on common sense, just lust, makes our relationship not last long. This is what I want to change in this second chance. Although I always miss Arya and Arya. If we have matched again, son, Mother wants us to be together again, okay?

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Beep beep beep! 

I looked for a strange sound that kept ringing loudly. When I found it, it turned out to be my old cell phone. Old cell phone in 2003. 

There are only SMS and telephone calls. Very different from the gadgets of the future. Several rows of incoming and unread SMS. 

[Si, I heard you're home? I went to the hospital to see you, but you came home.] message from Wardani, one of my friends in high school. We've known each other since middle school because of the same school, and now we meet again at the same high school. 

[Yes. I'm home. Tomorrow I go to school.]

[Yeay! You're finally back in school, I miss you.] [Me too, Dan. Miss.] 

There was a knock on my door, my mother came in and sat on the edge of the bed.

 "SiSi, tomorrow mom and dad have to go home. Dad hasn't been at work for too long. Not feeling well with the company leader. Are you okay, we leave?"

 "Yes, Mom. It's okay. I'm already healthy," I said and hugged my mother's waist. Mother's body stiffened, I'm sure that mother was surprised by my sudden attitude. I used to be very indifferent and seemed apathetic, not even close to them. 

For me, family is like a stranger who enters my life. Until finally I slowly understood and I would not get the opportunity to be with them for long. "Yes, eat first," said the mother. After eating, I pray to Isha then sleep. Don't want to miss the opportunity to get up early and go to school. In a dream, well, I'm sure it's a dream, I heard someone say. "Make the best of it. Don't waste it again."

"Sisi! Wake up! Aren't you going to school?" screamed grandma passing by in front of my room. That's how it wakes me up every morning. But if I don't open it, then grandma's cold hand will touch my feet and it will make the drowsiness disappear.

I blinked, the dark atmosphere of the room made me pause for a moment. What is a dream? Who is he, huh? Not much time to think about last night's dream, because I had to hurry to take a shower and go to school. At breakfast, dad said goodbye like mom yesterday. They had to come back today as well. I haven't been to work in a long time. I also understand and have gotten used to their departure. Usually, on weekends, they would come home to see how I was doing, then early on Monday morning, they would return to the city. I go to school on foot, because the distance is very close. It only took five minutes to arrive. The location of my school is behind the house, that's the reason I chose this school among other public schools. This school, I'm back again to this place. Walk casually to the classroom at the back of the second floor. So I had to go through second and third grade. Access to the class which is behind the school and on the second floor, has another reason, so that during the scout extracurricular activities later, we cannot run away and follow the activities properly. There are three floors in my classroom building. Downstairs is the third grade majoring in Social Studies, in the middle of the first grade and the upper is an empty classroom used to store unused tables and chairs.

I stood for a moment, looking around. This fresh morning air, plus this feeling of happiness, became one. However, I faintly saw a woman sitting on the parapet on the third floor. This wall is only limited to the stomach of adults. He just sat there moving his legs. For some reason, my mind immediately guessed that it wasn't a human. Since the incident I was able to see grandfather, I think it's natural that now other figures can be seen easily, and again, access to the third floor is not easy to pass, because the stairs leading to the top are already filled with tables and chairs as a barrier for us to be free to go upstairs. . I don't know why the school closed the road. So it feels weird if I see a student sitting there. Maybe this is the impact of my return to the past? You can, right? I then looked down, my head felt a little heavy when I saw the student above. 

However, suddenly someone was standing in front of him. I was shocked, but my brain started to think realistically. I'm sure he's human. His feet stomped on the ground, and his body was refreshed by the minty scent that must have come from it. " Adit?!"

 "Are you well? When are you coming home?" he asked with a happy face. He smiled with sparkling eyes. 

"Yes. Came home yesterday. Oh yes, thank you for the help yesterday." 

"Yeah, it's okay. The important thing is that you are healthy. Yesterday when you fainted everyone panicked and was afraid that something bad would happen to you." 

"Hehehe. Yes. I didn't expect to come back here either." 

Adit's tall posture made me look up a little, our chat was quite warm on a slightly cold morning. Suddenly someone approached us. One of my seniors, student council, and Boy Scouts. 

"Are you in?" he asked, a little surprised.

 "Already." His name is Dwi, 3rd grade majoring in science, and later there will be a dispute between me and my seniors because of him. 

"When are you coming home?" Before I could answer, the girl I saw sitting on the parapet jumped and fell. His voice thudded loudly. Blood spurted all around him, and his body crumbled. "Oh, Lord!"I screamed while covering my face. The sight was terrible.