I was on my way to Nenek Krubong's house at Melaka.
I was riding a bike. One hand steering the handle and the other one gripping Ammar's both ankle. Hanging him upside down while riding :(.
I know I have went down this same route before cause I have dreamt of it before.
Down the hill, pass the dark forest, the villagers, the grave and the river. And there was Nenek's house.
It was Nenek's big old wooden house. There was a women in white standing on the stairs of the front porch. Just watching me from far.