Fear
Before leaving Indonesia a little more than one year ago, I thought to myself that I might not be able to see my grandparents ever again. That the last time I said goodbye to them was the final goodbye, for once and all. It was not without reason. My grandparents are old, and they were already weak and sick. I know, if one of the three grandparents left the earth when I'm still abroad, there would be no chance of me going home. Even my Dad said that if he died, I should not go home because there's no point in it. So I prayed that I would still be given the chance of seeing them again when I'm home. That they'll stay two more years. Only yesterday, Mum told me that she just bought diapers for her Mum, my Mbahti. She said that she is so weak now and basically bedridden. But she said that my Dad's mum, my Eyang, is quite better. Alas, this morning I woke up with a news that Eyang was admitted to the hospital again. She was in the ICU for the whole day, unc