Signs + Instinct

Call it 'a sign'.
Call it an 'instinct'.

Both have given me something to hold on to, to lead me on to and even, at so many times, have saved me from crimes or incidents.

Read along for more 'unscientific proves' if you would ....

A few weeks before a family member got a severe stroke, I heard a loud male voice in my room saying, 'Please be patient (Bahasa = sabar ya)'. I had to stay in the hospital for 40 days and yet, the patient miraculously recovered with almost no physical disability.

A friend was so difficult to find. She's not around the boarding house. I made some calls and no one seemed to know where she was. I got a mixed feeling about it. Finally on one fine day, with just an address note in my hands, I drove myself alone to a part in southern Jakarta that I had never visited before. I didn't know how I got the urge to look for her, but I did. And I did find her. In her arm was a baby girl. It's hers and a boy we both knew. He didn't admit that the baby was his. Up to that point I was more than understanding on how a set of questions from friends could be more than a handful for her to handle which made her choose to stay in hiding.

Before someone could take my purse in my large handheld bag in a bus, I knew who and when. Or when someone passed my car parked on the side of the road while I was picking my brother up from school. He just passed but I didn't know why I turned on the car and inserted the gear to forward. And you know what? That person suddenly turned around to approach my car. Of course, I 'ran away'. I could see his grin on the side mirror. Not a good intention, I think.

My grandfather's brother was sick.
He was hospitalized for 10 days.
The under part of my right eye had had muscle spasms many times the past week. Not a good sign in Javanese primbon.
Yesterday he was allowed to go home because the crisis had passed.
I still felt my spasm this morning. I tried to neglect the sign. And my instinct.
Just now, I've received the news. He died.