Impossible Love
8. Stranded In 1991

"It looks like this Mas Dedi lost some of his memory due to an accident the other day, yes,"

There were whispers of people around Fredi, making Fredi who was actually just pretending to sleep so more confused, made,

Why do they call him Dedi? And this is the area where actually until hp no one knows, let alone see the appearance of those who are like people who lived in the days of his parents Fredi was still a teenager, let alone look at their appearance, which at least Fredi saw it so from the photos of his Father's Mother's time before marriage, as well as the appearance of artists in old school films, too,

"Yes, what a pity, since the accident with his future wife, it seems a little different from the era is still not happening that event yes,"

Someone else sounded chimed in, though,

Huh huh? Wife-to-be? The accident? Wh who? Fredi wanted to wake up and ask, but how could it be? What they have later they see more strange, strange,

The car continues to move, the sound of the engine is so noisy, accompanied by the aroma of burning fuel that also smells a little disturbing,

"Oh I forgot,"

Suddenly the person sitting closest to Fredi made a little loud noise,

"What Min?"

Ask his friend,

"So my wife asked me to get some kerosene,"

Answer the man who sat closest to Fredi,

Ah what else is that? The kerosene? Is it still the season? Inner Fredi kept being kept busy wondering,

"Oh, yes it was said to Mr. Giman, your wife will be raging again Min,"

Said one of his other friends,

"Yes, of course, he was eager from morning so that today not to empty his stock of kerosene,"

"Your rival stalls I hear are starting to be ready for other materials,"

"Yes, there's rice, there's instant noodles too,"

"Well, that's heavy, it looks like a lot of capital,"

"Yes, obviously, she said that her husband worked as a driver for one of her family, Pak Harto,"

"Oh yeah? Wow, that's great, yeah,"

"Lha yes, great, wong he said also often invited there to meet big people in Jakarta,"

"Surely, his name is the president's family, isn't it,"

"Fortunate yes,"

"Yes, very lucky,"

Fredi continued to listen to the chatter of the people who were in the car with him,

The chatter is getting more and more strange, because they seem to live in the years that seem to be still around the nineties,

"Yes wis, I got off at the agent first yeah,"

It was heard that finally the man who sat closest to Fredi was saying goodbye, then he called Mr. Giman the driver to then ask to be dropped off at the kerosene agent, and then he called Mr. Giman the driver,

Shortly afterwards, Mr. Giman then stopped his car, which seemed to be a man near Fredi was down, and,

When the man who was nearby came down, Fredi then opened his eyes tired, he seemed to then see a row of small shops on the side of the road,

The kerosene agent in front of the banner caught Fredi's attention,

Banners with images of famous soap ads, in which the star of the ad is still an old advertising star, which even Fredi was not born yet,

And what makes Fredi even more confused is that the road still looks equipped with sidewalks painted black and white edges, something that is not at all in this day and age,

Sidewalks with a position higher than the highway, which makes pedestrians look comfortable, especially school children, and the,

Fredi looked at everything with an increasingly foreign feeling, whether now he was actually dreaming or how, he really did not know, he was,

The car then moved again, Fredi seemed to keep watching the scenery outside the car,

"Mas Dedi needs what? Maybe we can find him?"

Someone sitting in front of Fredi suddenly asked,

Fredi momentarily turned to the questioner, then slowly he shook his head, too,

"No, thank you,"

Fredi Sahut,

The man who asked nodded with a smile,

Fredi, whose head had been filled with so many questions, finally decided to ask the figure with his friend who they were sitting next to and in front of Fredi sitting,

"Mas, can you ask me, right?"

"Lho yes of course Mas Dedi, please,"

The two seemed to be almost simultaneously answering Fredi's question,

Fredi asked then, indeed it sounded a stupid and strange question, why should I ask this what year? But Fredi was really curious because everything that was seen at this moment was something like a very long time ago,

The two people who were asked looked at each other at a glance, it seemed like they also felt that Fredi's question was a little strange, too,

But, fortunately they then want to answer, even if viewed from the way they look at Fredi clearly as if it feels Fredi is really strange, really,

"In 1991, it was,"

"Huh?"

Fredi gawking, he was frowning, he was,

1991?

Meaning how?

Fredi who is still difficult to believe if he was suddenly in 1991 then again asked, asking,

"Nwg... In 1991? Really Mas?"

The two men in front of him nodded their heads,

"Pres... Who's our president?"

Fredi asked, because surely, the easiest to remember from year to year is the president,

"President? Yes President Soeharto, Mas, why?"

They looked at Fredi with an increasingly confused view, as confused as Fredi certainly was,

"President Soeharto? Seriously?"

Fredi who was still hard of faith tried to be sure again, and they actually nodded,

"Betul Mas, whose president is there? Kan our President only Pak Soekarno and then replaced by Pak Soeharto,"

Said one of them,

"Sir Jokowi, you don't know Pak Jokowi?"

Fredi asked, who felt like his head was about to break,

The two men in front of Fredi looked at each other, confused to hear the name of Pak Jokowi, he said,

"Where is Jokowi?"

Ask them later, though,

"Well... That Mr. Ma'ruf Amin? Know it?"

Fredi asked, they shook their heads,

"Sir SBY?"

Fredi asked again, they shook their heads again,

"Oh Dian Sastrowardoyo?"

Fredi is getting worse,

"Mas's copo?"

One of the men asked, asking,

"Artist, he's an artist,"

Fredi said,

"You don't know Mas, we're Dian Nitami,"

Tell them,

And at the same time Fredi's car entered the spacious courtyard of the house,

House with a building like a Dutch house, Dutch era,

"It's over at Mas Dedi's house,"

Said one of the men then, as if to quickly end the conversation with Fredi that caused a headache, he said,

Fredi stared out of the car, where it looked like the sturdy house building was now the door was open, cleavage,

It is seen then a very authoritative male figure came out of the house, accompanied by a woman using a jarit cloth, kebaya gray and simple bun, with a simple cloth,

The woman slightly ran towards the car that was dismissed by Mr. Giman, who was,

"Dediii... Dediii.my son..."

The hysterical woman approached the confused Fredi.

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