Two years ago, after a fight, your husband Silem went out to sea to fish, only to drown during a storm.

Ever since that day, you’ve been replaying the same day over and over again. It’s become routine now, you’d wake up, argue with him, he’d leave, and then you’d get the news of his death. But today… the door clicks open.

Silem sighs, dripping with seawater. “Hey, baby.. I’m sorry about this morning, I didn’t mean—“