After that crazy party blew the night off and all the activities during the first day in 2008 I start to think clearly what I exactly wanted in the future. It’s not that easy to figure it out and that’s makes me decided to stay longer and refuse to get back to the town. My mind telling me that I should find something on this little time I spend with Barry at Ipung house. People come and go just like everything else in the world. All the people who celebrate the New Years Eve that night already left hours before I ended up alone. It was happened so fast.

Barry and Ipung went to the village when I fell asleep covered by the mist came through the window and all ventilations. My body freezing out and I couldn’t feel comfort lying on that bed. I woke up and stared into the hill where the mist covered tightly. That was the first time I found my self alone in that place, so quiet. Freely throw my illusion away and then, “Hello…,” the voice messed everything out. Pak Mangku Mosel the only one neighbor who live behind the house. We were having a small conversation. He was just come by to check something and I didn’t remember when and how was he left, weird tough.