"Pito ..."
Pito woke up from his sleep, along with the calls he heard so softly whispered in his ear.
"Mother, father ... what's wrong?"
Slowly rubbing his mother's palms, making him comfortable with every stroke on his head. While the mother shook her head in response to the child. ..
"No son, nothing ... how about you, are you feeling better, dear?"
"... mmm !, I'm fine"
A little anxiety was reflected in the expressions of his parents, even though Pito's answer was perfect according to him. Turned himself, saw his younger brother who was still fast asleep on the bed next to him. While the sun has penetrated their room, indicating the night has passed.
For a moment she looked back as he thinks his parents will be what is actually in worry of the two parents. Even though his memory before he woke up seemed so blurry to him.
"Did something happen to me last night?"
