Her Last Dress

I saw my mom walking into my room while I was laying down in the living room. I didn't really notice what she was doing. A moment later, she was out wearing clothes I had never seen before. She showed me up her new dress then asked me whether or not it fit her.
"Bagus kan bajunya?" said she.
"Enggak, biasa aja." I, typically, answered.
"Bagus ah,"
Then she went in my room again having another glance on how she looked in front of the mirror, I assumed. She continued mumbling.
"Kaya anak muda nggak sih ini?" asked she.
"Enggak. Udah nggak apa-apa."
"Buat Ellis aja tah? Lebih cocok buat anak muda kayanya,"
"Enggak, nggak usah. PD aja lagi,"
"Kan Ellis kurus, lebih pantes."
She kept telling me that the dress would fit me better, while I kept arguing that it fit her well, too.

Several days later, she got headache that led her into her death. I never knew it would happen that fast. Don't ask me how it felt. Losing mom meant losing a half of my life.
Months after she passed away, my aunt asked me to clean up my mom's drawer. She said that the clothes would be better shared to others who might need them. I opened up mom's drawer  picking up the clothes, then soon I found the dress we once talked about. I immidietely reminisced the convo I mentioned above. Inhaling while thinking how it could've been like this.  As soon as I exhaled, I was about to burst in tears. My aunt told me to keep it for my own. She knew that it's new. I guess my mom bought it with her back then. I still didn't think I would wear it. Instead, I put it in my drawer and thought I might want to give it to anyone else.

Later on, I don't know what my sister thought, she brought that dress from home. I asked her, "Kenapa dibawa ke sini? Emang mau dipake?" and still, neither me nor my sister, we didn't even try it. I once again thought that I might want to give it up. Until one day in this month, I opened up my drawer trying to pick which clothes I wanted to wear that morning. My eyes were caught up in that dress. Then in all of a sudden, I picked it up and decided to wear it for the first time.

You're right, Mom. It fits me well.
Couldn't believe this is the last dress you "gave" to me.