I was in Belawan, grieving for the death of my late Grandpa. For some reason one of my old classmate Opi was there, and she keep clunging on to me.
At one point she was hugging me from behind and it seems like we are having an affair or something.
Then there is this guy who came with a death certificate and he wanted some money for the service (typical indo), so Mom give him some and he wanted to take picture as proof. So I gathered together with Mom, one more girl (I can’t recall now) and Mom was sort of asking Opi to join in cause she is still hugging me from behind. We row up behind the altar. And to my surprise I said to everyone, we are suppose to look sad and not happy.