"ibu"

i called.

"ibu. ibu."

i called again.

"ibu?"

i think she can't hear me well.

"ibu? ibu?"

maybe dia distracted. that's why.

"ibu"

let's think she was focused on other things. let's think like that.

"ibu?"

my dad looked at me. then he looked at my mom.

"you know what, it's nothing"

i stabbed the sliced apple with my fork before putting them into my mouth.

it tastes sour. i hate it.

"honey, adik panggil" dad touched moms shoulder.

"siapa? mana?" she looked at her back and her surroundings. i stared at her again.

"adik panggil." he repeated that twice.

"mom, i think i forgot what to say"