Right after Maghrib, just a day before the eve of Eid al-Fitr I received a call. It was not directed coming to my cell phone, it was my older brother’s phone. I could not think any longer when the last time I heard an incoming call ringtone which popped up the name of this so-called beloved person. It seemed to be a year, or even three years ago, he used to call me without knowing what the reason was. I didn’t do anything but letting the notification disappeared eventually. My arrival in Kandangan, the city of my hometown, was a little bit appropriate moment to fix the gap. I bet…