i'm still hoping that it's nothing but a nightmare. i'm still
waiting for him to knock my room's door and say "tangi, wis
awan", i'm still waiting for him to hand me the morning
newspaper, i'm still waiting for him to come with a bowl of
peeled mango and just say "nyoh". it won't be easy Pak,
won't be that easy.
thinking that there will be no one sleeping in front of the TV,
waiting for me coming home from work. it won't be that
easy Pak.
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