Rightful Dream

It was back years ago, I knew it was. Because what I felt was not what I feel now. We were wearing whites and white scarf on my head. And I slipped my hand under his arm, unnoticed, feeling strangely cozy. We were walking down some unnamed road, and no words were said. I bent my head down like a sheepish country girl, I remembered watching the rocks beneath my feet as we walked.

And then I don't remember anymore. All I heard was, "Ibu. Ibu. Susu."