Oh, wait! I'm late!
...
I peeked at my phone and read Mama's last BBM text. She explained that I have to stay while they all travel north for the funeral. I was really sleepy and partly frustrated. Then, Twelve sent a text saying he was on his way. So, I continued my deep sleep.
There was a humming sound of a car. I heard Hawa and Nussow. Hawa was all ready. I grabbed my tudung and sling bag. I looked out of the house and Twelve was there, doing something to his car. Well, new car, I suppose.
And Nussow said, "Oh my God. You can't be so right! Are you out of your mind?!" So, Twelve replied, "I don't know how much you guys want so I brought this. Sorry, I just kinda asked my Dad."
I was awfully dumbstruck, too. Like Hawa. At that moment, the things that ran through my head were - Twelve is 20 and he owns a grey Volkswagen Scirocco.
So then I realized, why does the engine hummed like a MyVi? And that was when I opened my eyes.
And I thought, not bad. Not bad at all.
I woke up and texted Twelve that I just woke up. Then, I took my time telling Hawa about my dream. She just laughed.
...
I have never had any interest in Scirocco. Personally, if Volkswagen is giving away their cars, I would prefer Polo GTI or maybe Touareg for myself.
I told Twelve about my dream. He laughed hard and told about his dream he had before. He dreamed that his father had given him a Satria Neo.
I think these dreams had pretty much to do with our conversation the day before: his dad had initially let him choose what car he wants and since he thought that his father was not serious, he picked a MyVi.
Until then.
