VISSION

If you haven't really felt the pain of missing something, then you haven't really missed it. If you haven't cried for something, then you haven't really missed it.

Ah, it feels like I can't wait for time. The more I think about it, the more I miss it. No day passes without longing.

Armed with longing and information from Dean, Hira finally concluded that Sunday was the time. Hira didn't want to wait. Hira couldn't wait to experience a miracle. Why Sunday... because only on weekends the man she longed for was in Bandung.

And that's where Hira was now. Sunday at 10 am at Taman Pramuka. Why there. Hira was just following her instincts.

The weather was a bit cloudy but not raining, a little windy, calm, and pleasant. It's like her spiritual friend, Dean said in his last email;

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"This happened in the early afternoon. The weather is pretty cool. Let's say it's not raining. There are many people around you; pedestrians should be because this looks like a sidewalk.

I can't say precisely when, but I think you will see a car when walking out or maybe at work in the next few days. The car is blue and looks different from the other cars.

Something will catch your eye, maybe the color, I'm not so sure, but some studies say that blue is a hypnotizing color.

A few moments later, you will see someone near the car; if I remember correctly, he will take a wrong step to the left, which makes him almost fall, then he looks around to ensure that no one sees his carelessness.

And they look around to make sure no one notices their clumsiness.

Of course, he doesn't notice that you are looking at him, and a smile spreads across your face.

You must immediately realize, Hira, if you encounter a situation like that, you will know it is a historical moment; something beautiful is about to happen. That's the beginning of your happiness. Don't let that moment pass."

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However, from the length of Dean's messages, there is one word left in Hira's mind. Clumsiness. Funny words, she likes those words. It's like something tickles when you say them.

And since then, that word has always been playing in her mind. It felt like smiling at the thought of the clumsiness of her idol.

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It's not every time that a medium or clairvoyant gets such visions. He can't make it up. And the vision only applies to the people closest to him or known to him. It doesn't apply to himself. Dean's story is still in the same email.

And that's where Hira is now. Sunday at Surapati field at 10 am.

The weather was a little cloudy but not raining, a little windy, cool, and very pleasant. Many people were exercising, some were doing gymnastics in the middle of the field, or just walking briskly around the field like Hira was doing.

Tired of walking around, Hira sat on a long bench facing the road to watch the little kids practicing rollerblading along the shoulder of the road beside the field. It was fun to watch their body movements. One leg swings, the body leans forward to follow the other leg and then the body glides long, followed by the other leg swinging, and then the body changes to support and glides smoothly again. It was beautiful. Once someone fell down, someone laughed, watching the children move nimbly on roller skates, how pleasant.

She swept her gaze around to see if any blue car was parked. She didn't want to miss the moment of that meeting.

Not even a second in her mind could let go of the image of the man she loves. Even though she tried desperately to divert her attention to various things, she fell back thinking about that one person again. How hard it is to forget everything. Forgetting the meeting scenario Dean had told her.

Until a middle-aged woman carrying a basket approached her.

"Odading*) neng .. odading .. savory soft .." She offered while showing the contents of the basket.

"Not odading mang Oleh, bu? Is there any Iron man flavor?"

The woman laughed silently.

"There are still many of these, bu?" Hira asked again seeing that the basket was still full.

"Iyah neng. Usually, this hour is up. I had to take care of my husband first, he fell from his wheelchair."

"What's wrong with your husband?"

"He's sick. The stroke has been long enough. complications"

Her name is Ibu Tita. Once a convection entrepreneur had many employees and many assets. The customers order uniforms and accessories from everywhere, from schools or companies in West Java.

The ordeal came from her husband, who was seduced by other women so that he rarely came home. What was more distressing was that Mrs. Tita's husband borrowed money from the bank to spend with the woman and used Mrs. Tita's assets as collateral.

Tita's turn to take care of him again.

Long story short, all of bu Tita's assets were confiscated by the bank, not a single sewing machine was left for her to continue working. Finally, she switched professions to become a cake baker. Mrs. Tita makes her own odading cake from 3 am and immediately sells it herself around the housing complex. Now that her husband, Stroke, The other woman has left him. Bu Tita's turn to take care of him again.

Ah... why is it always like that story ends. Hira felt the bitterness.

Hira purchased ten Odading and they exchanged WAs. "If there's an event, I'll order a cake from ibu." For a moment she forgot about longing for the man of her heart.

She really appreciated her meeting with bu Tita. Not out of pity for bu Tita, but because she believed in a governing Force, which sent bu Tita or whoever it was present in front of her. And that was her calling, her chance to give the best of herself into the moment ...

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*) Odading is fried bread from Bandung in a bubble box. This fried bread went viral because of the promotion video, Odading Mang Oleh, hmm… it feels like you're becoming Iron Man.