*Dumai is a town in Riau, Sumatra, Indonesia.
I sat on the old swing in front of my house.
“Hello,” greeted a voice.
“Hi,” I said.
“You are not from here.”
“I was from here. I moved when I was seven.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Waiting.”
“For?”
“The boy who lives next door.”
“I am a boy and I live next door.”
I looked at him. “No, you are not him.”
“But, I am a boy—“
“But you are not him! I still remember him. He said he would wait for me when I return.”
“When did he say that?”
“In 1987.”
“Today is 2020.”
“No!”
“Hello,” greeted a voice.
“Hi,” I said.
“You are not from here.”
“I was from here. I moved when I was seven.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Waiting.”
“For?”
“The boy who lives next door.”
“I am a boy and I live next door.”
I looked at him. “No, you are not him.”
“But, I am a boy—“
“But you are not him! I still remember him. He said he would wait for me when I return.”
“When did he say that?”
“In 1987.”
“Today is 2020.”
“No!”
