"I just want to lie down for a bit, Mom. Rest while waiting for sunset." He started chewing the food Susana gave him.
"Honey, do you not feel the pain in your chest anymore? " Kusuma continued his chewing and swallowed his food. He looked at Susana who was still waiting for his answer with
"Still sometimes, Mom"
"Since when did you feel it? Was it since childhood?" Kusuma was silent while trying to imagine since he had felt pain in his chest, but for a moment he shook his head. He forgot the first time he felt his chest pain and ignored everything until he didn't feel it, now his illness was severe. "Since when exactly I don't know, Mom. But lately it's been getting more frequent and getting sicker. When it hurts, it feels tight in the chest and sweat flows profusely. That's when I always feel sad because I'm afraid to leave you alone."
"Where are you really going?"
