The Uninvited Ghost of the Past
"You two are leaving?" Mrs. Lydia's voice cut through the air, sharp with budding resentment. "And what about Nana? Why isn't she going with you? Or at the very least, take me. My name was on that invitation too, not just Yusril's."
A bitter edge crept into her tone. Her son and daughter-in-law had dropped a sudden bomb: they were flying to Bali for Aletta and Jendral's wedding. The catch? Nana was staying behind. In the unspoken language of their household, that meant Mrs. Lydia was the designated ghost-worker, shackled to childcare once again.
"You're old, Mom. Long trips don't suit you. Bali is a world away—exhausting, and honestly, there's nothing much there anyway," Yura said, her fingers dancing over the creases of her clothes, smoothing out imperfections that weren't there.
