Six days before the final round of the Indonesian N2 tournament playoffs began.
"Pan, look! Look! See your grandma now! Your grandmother fainted, Pian. It's all because of you, Pian. Look, Pian!"
"Rifai, you keep telling me to look. You keep telling me to do that. Did you forget, Rifai? I can not see. I'm blind, Rifai."
What the hell is that? Why is my mother watching that television show?
I could hear the sound, the sound coming from the television. My mother was there, watching weird soap operas, and looked comfortable.
"Mama..."
I approached her, but my mother was too focused on the television. So once again, I called out her name.
"Mama..."
"Oh... Pian. What is it?"
Pian? Oi, oi, mama, you forgot your own son's name.
"I want to go out."
"Where do you want to go?" She asked, but her eyes were still on the television.
"I want to go out, just for a moment. Well, take a walk before going to that house."
