< Last time, Richan was sleeping quietly until morning; luckily, this time, he did not experience the Dream again, after the last one at his school yesterday>
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*Yawns*
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Woah, what hour is this, hmm?, its 4 AM? am I not having a strange Dream again? thats good relief
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I woke up from my bed, made myself up, and was about to do morning prayer. I went to the first floor and went to the praying space, where we made a prayer. There was already someone there. It was Duran. He was already about to make a prayer, too.
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So I greeted him while yawning, "Good morning, Kak." Then Duran noticed me and replied, "Morning, you had a good dream?" Hmm, is not having that strange dream considered a good dream?
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Well, I just answered him with, "Hmm, I did not have a nightmare last night." Duran nodded, hearing my answer, and he talked again, "That's good. Let's just pray together now."
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Duran's face is a bit… sad, I think, not like usual. Maybe it's just me, then. I take ablution first and then follow up with Duran to pray together.
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I got back to my room after we prayed, and I lay around again. Well, I have so much free time now. It's self-study until next Monday, but like hell I'm gonna study.
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< 3 Hours later >
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"Swetty comes here already, it's already morning." my mom calls me from downstairs.
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Ahh, my mom called me from the dining room. Oh, oh, it's already 7. It's time for breakfast, I see; I think everybody is already in the dining room.
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"Yess mom gonna be there in a minute," I said
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I wake up from my bed and grab my necklace from my nightstand drawer and wear it, Im going to the bathroom to wash my face first.
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When I washed my face and checked myself in the mirror, I said, " Hmm, it really turned black, huh? I thought it was brown." That's what I said when I saw the mirror and inspected my eyes; the iris color had turned black. Then, there was something in the sink.
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"Huh? whose hair is this?" There is a hair stuck on the sink. I took the hair so it would not block the water, but then I realized it's not like the normal hair I anticipated.
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"Ehh, white? I thought it was my hair." As I saw the strain of hair, its white color as silver, I thought maybe it was my father's hair.
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"*sigh*, he getting old huh," I said while throwing the hair into the trash bin.
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After I wash my face, I go directly to the dining room, and yep, they are already there, too.
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"Good morning everyone," I said while I grabbed the chair and sat.
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Father replied while reading his morning newspaper as usual, "Good morning son, how are you".
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Then I replied again, "I'm pretty great today. Anyway, Dad, you must take more care of your health from now on." I said that when I remembered that I had found the white hair on the sink.
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"Huh, what do you mean, Richan? I'm still healthy, you know, and I'm not that old, too," my father replied while looking at me confused.
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Hmm, on second thought, yeah, my father is only 44 years old now, and his hair is still fresh black. Maybe other people will even think that my father still looks like he's in his 30s; he looks a lot like Duran. Well, of course, genetics are the real deal.
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When I was taking a bowl of rice from the rice cooker, my mom said, "Richan, you know what's gonna happen on Sunday, right?" I stopped midway after hearing what my mom was saying.
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Then I say, "Hah? Is there any special event on Sunday, Mom?" because I have no idea what's going to happen on Sunday.
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Mother takes the food to the dining table and sits, then she says " you silly, it's your birthday how do you even forget about that?"
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Oh yeah, it's my birthday… I will be 15 years old on Sunday. Well, it's not like we're going to have a party anyway. Maybe we're just going to have a small dinner at the family restaurant. We're a simple family anyway.
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After I take a bowl of rice and sit again, I say, "Ah yes, I just realized that".
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Father dropped the newspaper and had breakfast, too, but before that, he said, "Do you want anything for your birthday ?"
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I'm a bit surprised and happy because, on my birthday, I never got a present except a fancy family dinner. However, I can't reply now to my father's question because I still don't have anything in mind.
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So I just say, "im gonna think about it later, Dad".
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Dad replied again, "Okay, just say it, and we're gonna buy it later. Make sure that's something not too expensive."
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After Dad had finished eating his portion of the food, we started to have breakfast. Don't forget to pray before eating, too! This morning, we had Crispy fried chicken, my favorite food, especially because my mother makes sambal, which makes the chicken tastier.
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While we're having breakfast, I glance at Duran. His expression seems to be improving; maybe it was just my imagination earlier.
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After we had breakfast, Im helped Mom to take the dirty plates to the dishwasher, but when I took the plates, I overheard Duran saying something to Father.
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"Father Im gonna go out later, I can't go to the hospital, there is ...…" that's what I heard before I can't hear it again because of the distance too far.
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Oh maybe he gonna go out playing with his college friends, I heard one of his friend's houses is near our neighborhood, naturally, I want to go too, but Im gonna go to the hospital later for a checkup, and no way mother is gonna allow me because Im on the self-study now.
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<4 hours later, when Richan and his parent about to go to the hospital>
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I'm already taking a bath and dressing up, and I'm waiting in the living room for my parents to get ready. While waiting, I check my phone in case there is an important message.
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There is Ryan sending today assignments, welp, another work to be done, and then there are my boys just fooling around as always, then there is Yana… she messaging me talking about am I in the hospital yet, I click on it and when Im about to reply her, my mother called me to get in the car.
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I hurried to go outside and get in the car, and then we departed for the hospital; midway, I just remembered something. That is, Im about to reply to Yana's message, but, I forgot something too; it's my phone; my dumbass forgot to bring my phone to the living room couch, well it's already midway to the hospital, like hell we're gonna turn back to home to get my phone.
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< Around 1 hour later>
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Long story short, we arrived at the hospital, signed up, and waited for my turn, It was already around 20 minutes Im waiting here, it's getting bored because I don't have my phone right now, and of course, Im getting sleepy too, so Im going to bathroom to wash my face.
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The hospital bathroom looks pretty nice and neat, well that's good grief because I can't stand a dirty bathroom, especially the toilet, the bathroom model looks like a mall bathroom with a long mirror on the wall.
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It seems nobody is in the bathroom, so I just go straight to the sink. I look at my face first in the mirror, you know, like, everybody is doing that, right?
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im saying to myself in the mirror, "What a lookie." it's just a bit of self-appreciation or maybe narcissism, phew... luckily, no one here.
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Then I lean my head on the sink and wash my face, Im a bit refreshed, for now, *sigh*, I hope we're going home soon.
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But when I was about to be done washing my face.
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"Of course you are ~," said someone; oh crap, I think I was wrong for being alone, now Im being ashamed, ahh he sounds like a young boy, I think it's okay, but wait, why does it sound like he was beside me?.
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"Afterall… we have the same looking ~"
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Huh?.... what did he mean by that ?, Im still facing the sink, instead of being ashamed, now…, Im a bit scared, still facing the sink, I realize something is on the sink.
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It's… a strand of white hair. I have a bad feeling about this. This situation feels like in those horror movies, where the ghost is haunting because the person is cursed. Oh no, I'm too frightened to raise my head.
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I think... there is no other choice.
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I gripped both of my hands, took a deep breath, gathered all my courage and gut, and quickly turned my head up and looked at my left and right side.
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Ehh? There is no one here. After this, I thought I heard his voice near me. Oh my god, is it a ghost?
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"Uhm... Im here you know~" After that, I heard it again, that mysterious voice,e but I realize it now, the voice came from in front of me, then.. turned my head at the mirror in front of me.
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There is only a mirror and my reflection on it, but at the same time, I realize that it's not my reflection.
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The reflection of me in the mirror is… has Silver ash hair and golden colored irises, and he, I mean me in the mirror, is smiling brightly.
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"Wh.. wha...is this?" I said while stuttering and backing off from the mirror, but, then, the reflection on the mirror started to move on its own; at this point, I was terrified.
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"Have a nice Dream now, Richan...~" he said with his sweet tone while tilting his head to his left and waving his right hand, acting….. childish.
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Surprised by what he said, I responded while I tried to hold my standing while holding on one of the toilet booths: "Hah, what do you mean by a dream? How do you even know my na…"
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Before I can't even finish my sentence, all of a sudden, I became very sleepy again.
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... this feeling is similar to when I'm was thrown up by Black on the black space in my last dream, I think... Im gonna passed out again.
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Is this am I gonna experience that dream again? No way... I thought It was already finished.
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"Don't worry, Richan, everything gonna be alright ~," he said when my eyes finally fully closed as Im passed out inside the toilet.
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