First official written letter for you

Witnessing how good my relationships that have been built with male friends intrigues me to apply that way to the guys I have crush on in the future. In hope, I’m gonna have a good relationship too with one of them. Both of us will love each other right and have happy days. The thing is, I haven’t been able to love anyone else better than I love you.

Witnessing how good my relationships that have been built with male friends makes me daydream impossible daydream of having a time machine. I’m going to turn back to the time when we first met, when your gaze magically sent butterflies to my tummy.  I would get the chance to make things right, to treat you the way I did to those my best male friends, so we could be friends and you could see my sincerity then we would  love each other right and have happy days.

We are forbidden to regret anything that happens in our life. But at some points, sometime I do have these regrets.

I have always had this obsession to meet you accidentally and I’m at my best so you could see how much I improve, how thousands better I am than the last time we saw each other. In hope, I attract you, we will love each other right and have happy days. Nonetheless, up until now I’m still unsure if I’m already good enough to be with you.

Sometimes, I feel bad toward myself. It happens when I think about you a bit more intensely than necessary. If that condition invades me, I’ve always had this ridiculous and wishful imagination, in attempt to make myself feel better.

We meet again we are grown up, in million better versions of ourselves. I’m involved in an excitement conversation with our other friends. You will watch over me and curve your lips unconsciously in secrecy. Then, you and I and other friends decide to go to karaoke bar. I have my turn, and I sing all the songs about us from the bottom of my heart, we surely can relate to the songs I sing, those songs will perfectly describe what you are to me and what I want to be to you,  you get awed and understand. We will love each other right and have happy days.

But again, I’m already a grown up lady and you’re a grown up guy now. When will I get that kind of wishful and ridiculous chance in real life?

We are forbidden to regret anything that happens in our life. But at some points, sometime I do have these regrets.

May I ask you something?

What am I to you?

I hope I am better than insignificant existence to you. I do hope I’m better than merely that.

Do you know or more suitable question is do you ever want to know that I have this hobby, I like to make anything normal about you and me to be a coincidence, a sweet condition to be more exact. Do you want example?

For example, my date of birth and your month of birth share the same number in particular, 7.

Or your sister happened to be in the same school as me 12 years ago.

And other coincidences I made myself.

What am I to you again? I really want to know.

What am I to you? I don’t really want to know cz it might just hurt me, or like this, I know it will hurt me I put my guard up and encourage myself not to be hurt cz it’s not my first experience, however I can’t help but hurt.

What are you to me?

Just by reading this. You know how much you mean to me.

Dear you.

Hi!

Happy belated birthday.

*sorry for the late birthday wish, I don’t send you message this year cz it might annoy you. So I just post it on blog.

C H I C K E N P O X

Hi. It’s been some centuries since the last time I wrote. Sure, now we can teleport to another place easily. I can go to Maldives with my fellows in a blink of an eye. I can go to Imagine Peace Tower in a jiffy. Or magically I’m already in Seoul just when I start thinking one of places there. Yes, life is so much easier and fun after some centuries. Alright, maybe I should just go home. I’m drunk…. And single. Pret!

Well, life has been tough, when life is not anyway? In addition if you’ve been alone for quite some time. Huuufffttt. But, no matter how tough life is, I’m still here standing safe and sound beautifully cz nothing can ever bring me down, not even this scumbag, annoying, little brat sickness called chickenpox.

For those who wonder, yes I suffer that disease for over one week already.

Chickenpox, just from the name you can tell how coward this sickness is, yes chickenpox is pretty coward because it doesn’t come alone, it comes with its fellow chickenpox mates and attack your skin. It’s too afraid to come alone. What makes it even more like jerk is they(chickenpox and friends) stay on our body for a while without giving us something in return, they think we rent our body for them for free? Even more, they think our body is kontrakan? So sekate-kately come into our life, make us miserable for we can’t interact with the loved ones, makes us even lonelier in incubation period, make us all dead worried if we accidentally scratch one of vesicles and break it, make us super itchy even itchier than a girl wooing another woman’s husband, make us… make us… make us…. And you can insert some comments on your own, you’re no longer a kid, are you? Okay? Got it? Easy?

This is the first time I experience chickenpox, so yeah it’s all new. It’s one of the risks if you’re working in kindergarten. Working in kindergarten means sharing , not only gifts from parents but also disease from the children.

So one day I felt really sick that I even didn’t take a bath in the morning cz I felt super cold. Idk, I just felt I was not myself that day, the feel when you’re about to break down, the feel when all you want to do is cuddle with bolsters and blanket whole day. The next day I found a spot on my back neck filled with liquid, I still went easy with it, I didn’t think much or more precisely I never think that much LOL. Then I decided to see doctor. And like getting knocked down by the thunder in hole afternoon(siang bolong) the doctor told me that I was positive……. Not pregnant…. But chickenpox.

The news didn’t fancy me even a bit. the news is just like having a bestfriend stab you in the back by super sharp big knives millions time. Like there’s a stranger drown you deep down in gangga river. Like chewing one big chili unconsciously while eating delicious deep fried tofu with spicy vegetable inside. Like knowing someone you’ve been adoring for years doesn’t have same feeling for you. Can we cut it here? *control yourself win, it’s about chickenpox not your tragical love journey, at least not now* inhaleeeeee, exhaleeeeee.

So yes the news about me positive chickenpox shock the hell outta me. Because it attacks skin and skin is one of the sense I’ve been treasuring. One thought went through my mind right away “what if it attacks my face?” OH MY GOD OH MY NO OH MY WOW. Yes I’ve been a huge fan of my own face. I kennot always brag about my feature as it’s not that great ( I’m being honest okay, not that I’m an ungrateful little bitch), but I always ken brag about my skin as it’s always free from whatever women complain about, as it’s smoother than highway, cleaner than a room getting cleaned by superpell 5 times a day. Yes my skin has always been that great, to the point mba mba salon keep telling me “Mba ini udah mulus bgt begini mau diapain lagi muka nya?” …. Dear mba mba salon, can’t you just do my face cz I feel dirrrrty, why? Because I take public transportation everyday and it’s been months since the last time I clean my face deeply, okay? Aku merasa kotor mbaaaa kotoooooorrrrrr.

Can you imagine how broken I am? I swear I have this thought, if chickenpox ever audacious enough to attack my face I will really bomb its hometown, I will really shoot it with bazooka, I will really declare a war with chickenpox if it’s really going to attack my precious face. Really. Yes, I am crazy, don’t worry about me, I’m okay.

“It depends on how strong you’re immune system, furthermore we can’t really predict where the vesicles will appear”, that’s what doctor told me. I eat a lot daily so can we measure our immune system by how much we eat? I hope so.

I took medicine from the doctor, five times a day. How could you expect me to not loathe that? Seriously five times a day taking 2 big capsules is enough to lose my appétit to run day hahahaha! It’s okay for the sake of gaining back beautiful skin. The medicine has effect to fasten the arrival of vesicles so no wonder the next day I have a lot more vesicles on body. The sensation of waiting in uncertainty whether chickenpox will pay visit on my face or not is the same as waiting our crush picking up on bright afternoon to go on a date, thousands butterflies do ballet on my stomach. Yeah, just like that. Finally I got one little vesicle on forehead near hair so it’s not really bother me, still waiting.

And until one week, until I took the last capsules, no vesicles on my face. Hahahahhaahhahahahaha YESSSSSSSSSSS…. I CAN’T THANK GOD ENOUGH FOR THAT.

So my face is safe. But not my body, it’s pretty much there. Plus some vesicles were already broken. Duh.  I will put extra effort to make it all like it used to.

Telling you ya guys. Having chickenpox is suck.

Like being jailed, going to amusement park with friends even gets called off.

Yeah. It. Suck.

For whoever suffer the same disease. Himnera! Setey Seterong gais.

Never let chickenpox bring you down!

[Macau] Dreaming to be proposed in Macau.

Pas baca judul dia atas pasti yang baca tulisan ini langsung berpikir, 'Wahh sebentar lagi mau married ya?', 'Wah asik nih rencana mau di lamar di Macau', etc. Eitsss, boro-borooooo! Aku sih masih single yah, soalnya gk boleh pacaran. Iyah, bener. Gak percaya? Yaudah. BYE!
Untuk nikah dan segala macemnya sih masih jauhlah, ntar ntaran aja. Masih harus selesain kuliah dulu, masih mau kejar karir dulu. Alasan jomblo? Ah engga ko. Iya beneran. Hahahaha.
Tapi untuk mimpi atau harapan buat rencana lamaran dll, ada. Ada bgt. Iya itu tadi, ngidamnya sih mau di lamar di Macau sama pangeran berkuda putih. Why Macau? Sabar, sabar bentar lagi di jabarin kenapa pilihannya jatuh ke Macau? Kenapa engga ke Eropa sekalian?
 
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Aku pilih Macau pertama so pasti Macau itu miniature nya Eropa, ngapain kan jauh-jauh ke Eropa kalo bisa nikmatin Eropa di Asia? Bukan berarti gak mau ke Eropa, mau bangetan lah cyin. Tapi itu ntar aja kalo udah resmi suami istri. Ada yang belum tau letak Macau dimana? Kurang baik apa saya ini yah, nih di kasih tau.


 

Macau terletak di Provinsi Guangdong, di sebelah barat tepi sungai Pearl River Delta, di lintang Utara 22º 14º, bujur Timur 113º 35º dan terhubung dengan Distrik Gongbei melalui tanah genting Border Gate (Portas do Cerco).
Daerah Administratif Khusus Macau memiliki luas wilayah 30.3 km2, yang terdiri dari Semenanjung Makau seluas 9,3 km2 dan terhubung ke daratan Cina, pulau Taipa (7.6 sq. km.) dan Coloane (7,6 km2) dan area reklamasi COTAI (6 km2). Tiga jembatan yang menghubungkan Makau ke Taipa (salah satunya adalah sepanjang 2.5km, yang lain adalah sepanjang 4,5 km dan yang ketiga adalah sepanjang 2,2 km).
Selain Gerbang Perbatasan (Portas do Cerco) - pengunjung dapat mengakses Cina Daratan melalui COTAI Frontier Post. Imigrasi dan Bea Cukai terletak di area reklamasi di antara pulau Taipa dan Coloane.
Zona waktu di Macau adalah delapan jam lebih awal dari Greenwich Mean Time. (+8 GMT).

Udah tau sekarang? Bilang apa? 
Oke sama-sama.
Liat kan di peta, Macau itu masih di Asia dan deketan sama Hong Kong atau Taipei, kali aja kan nanyi disana bisa ketemu Shancai atau Hua Ze Lei atau To Ming Tse.

Ada yang tau gak, kalo Macau itu bebas visa bagi pemegang paspor Indonesia?
Iyaaaaaaa cyiiiiinnnn bangetaaaannnnn!!!! Bebas! Asik kaaaann??? Jadi kita cuma punya paspor udah bisa cus ke Macau.
 Perjalanan dari Jakarta ke Macau sih kira-kira 8 jam-an yah. Gak sampe seharian lah jadi waktu nya gak habis diperjalanan. Nah suhu di Macau gak dingin dingin banget ko, jadi masih wajar lah buat orang Indonesia, paling dingin setau saya cuma 16ºC. Bisa lah dipake baju musim dinginnya kalo disana pas lagi dingin, kan lucu yah pake baju musim dingin ala ala drama Korea gitu. Aaaaaaahhhh Lee Min Ho.... Aaaahhhh Lee Dong Wook..... Aaaaaaahh Kim Soo Hyun... Aaaaaaaahhh sudahlah.

Nah lanjuuttt.... Kenapa sih harus Macau?
sebenernya aku sih belum pernah ke Macau ya. Tapi aku tau Macau itu indah bgt! Pertama kali aku ngeh sama Macau itu pas aku lagi nonton drama Korea Boys Before Flowers, Nah adegannya adalah si Geum Jandi ini nyusulin Gu Junpyo yang lagi di Macau. Nah di situ di tujukin deh gimana kerennya Macau. Pas adegan Jandi naik Gondola trus dinyanyiin sama mas mas pendayung(?).
Dari situ aku penasaran, dan aku mengungkap sendiri lewat perbantuan mbah Google, ada apa sih di Macau sebenernya. Mau tauuu kaaaaan di Macau ada apa ajaaaaaaaaa...... Mau tau banget apa mau tau aja?

Pertama, iya itu tadi, Macau tuh kaya venice versi Asia... iyaaa bisa naik Gondola trus dinyanyiin juga. Gondola ini ada di Venetian Hotel & Resort.
Venetian Hotel & Resort adalah salah satu kompleks hotel terbesar di dunia, dengan jumlah kamar yang mencapai ribuan hanya dapat ditandingi oleh Genting Hotel & Resort di Malaysia. Dibangun untuk meniru design kota Venice di Italia, terdapat tower yang menjadi ciri khas, kanal serta gondola, dan di kanan kiri kanal buatan ini terdapat ratusan toko yang menjual barang layaknya sebuah mall. Kereeen yaaaahh... Bisa dibayangin dong kota venice mini di dalem mall. Trus design interior nya juga keren paraaahhhhh pokoknya kalo ke sana harus banget foto foto, di bilang alay. Ya gapapa deh.

 

























Hotel wynne Macau juga gak kalah oke nih, katanya sih disana ada atraksi air mancur sama musik ala ala vegas gitu....
Waktu Pertunjukkan: 10.00 pagi – 12.00 malam tiap 15 menit sekali
Gratis



Di Hotel Wynne juga ada banyak banget pertunjukan seru, misalnya

Tree of Prosperity
Memasuki hotel Wynn Macau, di tengah atriumnya, kita dapat melihat pohon kemakmuran ini yang terdiri dari lebih 2000 cabang dan 98.000 helain daun yang terbuat dari kuningan berlapis emas 24 karat. Pohon ini dapat “tumbuh” dengan paduan musik, video & tata lampu yang menawan.


trus juga ada

Dragon Of Fortune
 Pertunjukkan naga keberuntungan ini menggabungkan tata cahaya, efek audio, animasi & seni tradisional yang menjadikan pertunjukkan Naga yang muncul dalam kabut tebal dengan bunga teratai yang bermekaran dengan indah.


Waktu Pertunjukkan: 10.00 pagi – 02.00 malam tiap 30 menit sekali
Gratis
 
 

Di Macau tuh banyak bgt pertunjukan gratis jadi kan yaaaa hemat kaaannn...

kalo disebutin satu satu pasti panjang bgt.

 

Lanjut ke Macau Tower, Macau tower ini tingginya 338 m. Isinya resto, mall, bioskop tapi ada juga wahana wahana yang bisa bikin kamu kamu yang punya nyali segede semut kaya aku histeris gak karuan, iya jadi ada Mast Climbing, Bungee Jumping, Sky Walk, Sky Jump...

 

Itu dia beberapa tempat di Macau yang udah ada di otak aku selama bertahun tahun, yang pengen banget di kunjungin, menurut blog blog travel yang aku baca sih banyak bgt tempat asik di Macau, cuma ya ini aja yang menarik perhatian aku. 

 

Khayalannya sih nanti gini...

 

He texted me to meet at the certain bridge at night. I wore my best dress, I put on little make up on my face, no need to put alot bush on cz my cheeks already had slight crimson on it imagining what would he say to me tonight. He said he wanted to talk about something important, something so sacred. What would it be?

 

He said hi to me, helped me to get on one Gondola he had rented.

He kissed on my knuckle.

The Gondola man began to paddle and sing.

"I want to say this to you since long long time ago, please listen", he said.

"I've been admiring your flaws since you stuttered when you said you name and we shook hand years ago. I've been loving our conversation, your stories cracked me up, you're just being you and I love it the most when you are being you, when you tuck jokes to our conversation but you still know the line. You light up my world when I felt so blue. You taught me how the world will smile back when I smile to it sincerely. I love you it when you call my name, the sound is very soothing, I don't where you learn to produce that beautiful voice, but everytime you call my name, I fall in love with you all over again. And I want to hear it more and more and everyday when I wake up. You know, you are the most beautiful when you smile with the children, I've been wondering how lucky those kids to be taught by you in school, cz I know you not only give lesson to them but also you love. And I've been wondering to if you want to be a mother to our kids later and give them all your love? So..... Please answer me right away..... Would you marry me?"

And I said with all my heart, "I do"

Kemudian Gondola man nya berenti nyanyi dan malah nyebur. Karna dia masih jomblo.

 

 

Happy Wiwin is happy!

Third semester is nearly going to end. And I haven't written anything since last semester. I dunno what exactly happen to me, either I'm being lazy or I'm getting mature because sometimes I think to myself that there's no need to brag about life to the world at some points, -if that could be counted as a mature action.

Nothing changes about me, still a proud immature girl learns to be a mature lady, and for that case, I thank you, you teach me so much about maturity, you really opened up my eyes in order to see serenely about which one is bullshit maturity and which one is the real maturity. But sorry I can't be friend with you like we used to be, because you belong to the first version of maturity I stated earlier. And if you happen to read this blog, yes, this paragraph is especially written just for you.

Umm, I don't plan to write about maturity anyway, so cut it out!

How is life? Life is good so far. I believe that everyone deserves to get what they should get, to be where they should be, to run the life they should run. Because God knows, He has His own calculation.

Life has been ups and downs since last semester in all aspect, amour, friendship and occupation aspect.
First is about amour aspect which I don't really want to clarify this time. Overall, it matures me. I'm much happier in third semester, I'm more able to arrange my feelings and smile the world. And for that, thanks to the one that has ability to make me feel such catastrophic sensation in second semester and to the people that tirelessly courage me to fight that kind of sensation. And because I can smile and run my life as usual now, I'm so proud of myself.

Friendship, I already get the true friendship right there in high school period, it's enough though we barely meet in real life now but their love keeps flowing to me, I believe that. Friendship in College is so much different compared to high school back then. Just, please do know the people, observe them, but don't get too attached to them, you have to be independent in doing activities in colleges, at least that's my advice lol. There's no such evil, just be prepared.

Third is occupation aspect, I'm so grateful right now to be honest. It's because I get occupation that is really like what I really wanna do in life. And to get here is no joke, I gotta climb the mountain, dive the lake and even walk down the boulevard all alone.
People keep saying "Oh you're so lucky, you get job really fast" and such sentences.
Yes I let them to, it becomes such prayer for me.
Just smile and say Amen.
They just don't know or even care about what truly happens behind the door.
Before I get here.
I ever work in every kind of places. I believe that is God's way to show and make me think, which really fits me. And I hope this one could last long.
Just because it is suitable with my passion doesn't mean it doesn't have obstructions.

I don't think it's useless to write because I don't really mention the name.  I will just keep the name to myself.
The most important thing is
I'm better
I'm happier
:)

Thank you

Both of them are in a convenient silent.
Both of them decide to release all the things they need to talk over in perfect silent.
Both of them just want to sense every single unexplained feeling that crawls through their heart.
After wandering, the guy stops.
He leads the lady to the bench nearby.
Both of them are sitting, still in silent.
The guy eventually puts his head on the left shoulder of the lady..
Still, words are still ashamed to show up.
...........
"Thank you...", the first words from the guy..
"Thank you for being so patient, thank you for waiting me, thank you for having the faith in me, thank you for always being there for me, thank you for letting me love you, thank you for everything. Sorry it took me so long. Thank you. I love you"

Finishing his words as he closes his eyes, his head still on her shoulder.

The lady can't help but nod.
Nod.
She can't say a word.
She just nod, and mean it.

Best Believe

As the matter of fact, I genuinely don't desire to appear as a hopeless melodramatic damsel but the sentence that I used just now to start this writing already perfectly describe how hopeless and melodramatic I am at the moment, I need a space where I can comfortably release these constellations of vague agitation that almost exceed its capacity, just so I can breath and feel light though  merely temporary. Because deep down I know, it is not that easy and takes time. When human race around give sign of loathe from listening to the same exact old and grey boring story, I decide to write.

It ain't a big deal, I ever experienced kind of obstacles couples times and made it, I know this is the part of the process.

The thing is, I don't want him to be just the part of process, I want him to be the process itself. I don't want him to be a rainbow that comes after the rain and then goes away. I want him to be the sun that's never late to shine on, warming me up and giving me a slight epiphany, evoking my spirit to get through the day. He is superb, best believe.

He is just a normal human being with so many lacks here and there, with a perfect figure, with a long legs, with a cynically pretty smile that I'm dying to see everyday, with a pretty big chest that I long for to hug and wet it with my happy tears one day, with a suitable haircut that I plan to ruffle once in a while next time if he allows me to, with wisdom that he intentionally tuck to the joke or satire coming from his mouth, with a perfect silent sometimes, with I-dont-care-at-all attitude when he's bored, oh well he's just perfectly normal or normally perfect, I have no clue.
All I know, I get too attached to him without even he trying to, I'm just like a bee that is trapped in super extremely knotted spider nest, I try so hard to get out of it but seems improbable.

He's also the one that makes me feel insecure about myself, makes me feel I'm not good enough, makes me question my own integrity. Whereas I used to say it out loud that every woman is beautiful in their unusual way. No, please don't think that he's a jerk. He is totally not, it's just me that adore him too much and over think everything.
He's good guy, best believe.
Ah, have I told you that I love to see him wearing his black jacket? Yes though he looks good on anything he wears, but his black jacket has always been my favorite, and.. hmmh pink scarf that he uses as mask when riding motorcycle hihi.. ah I talk alot I know.

He's the kinda guy who craves comfort. If one can comfort him, he'll love her forever. I'm in desperate need of giving him the kind of comfort he craves but I fail, I don't know how.
I can't be myself around him, I'm awkward, I feel like banging my head to the ice block or jumping into cold river to punish myself for being so stupid, for can't make an interesting or never ending chit chat. I'm such a fool. I hate myself for it.
He can't be himself around me, he usually talks alot and can have a naturally hilarious convo with other girl but when it comes to me, all his words seem to be sucked up by dementors.
Why we can't be normal to each other?
Is it me that moronic? Or he's just reluctant?
How can I ever be his dream girl?

For goodness sake, I try. I try to open this mysterious uptight door, I know I'll end up failing and already tell myself not to be weak and heartbroken in the end. But still I am. I try to be his comfort, to be his perks. I know I fail but I try.
I try to be good by my own. I'm trying my best to do well. I try not to desire him, I try to act normal around him. But the fact, I'm dying inside. I'm just like a walking zombie whose heart being stabbed by knives umpteenth times. It hurts. It does hurt.
It hurts to pretend that you're good while the fact you're not.
It hurts knowing you'll fail eventually but you still have the nerve to try.

So I give him space. I give myself space. In order to see things clearly, so I can have a good sleep on it. It's not like I try to stop loving him, no, I just give him room, so he can be comfortable. Because his comfort is my command. I put his comfort before anything. I give myself space to control this uncontrolled feeling.

There's nothing wrong with giving each other time.. at least I hope so.

He's not bad. He's a good guy. Best believe.

Deprivation

Again.
Today one of my family members went straight to heaven. I still can picture the burial process of Mother perfectly. I do remember the step-by-step and as for today, it's still the same.
The shock, the tears, the disbelief, the prayers, the bath process, the corpse pray ritual, even the cemetery.
Yes, it's my first sister.
I can feel and see the pain right through my family eyes. She's too young to be gone this soon, she'll just turn 38 next august. But it's just like how my Mother passed away, though startling I think I've already known it, when I thought it'd be unbearable, I can bear it when the time has come... it's just the way it is.
All of people here indeed in misery.

I have no idea why this song keeps repeating in my head while writing this, Ebony and Ivory by Stevie Wonder and Dionne Warwick... there's a line that has always been my favorite "..We all know that people are the same wherever we go.
There is good and bad in everyone." ♬♬♬..
That's that.. there is good and bad in everyone..
I fully agree with that phrase.
Even to myself.
There is good and bad in me, I'm not fully a saint or a criminal..
Yes, included my sister..
She's not an angel nor evil.
She had good points and bad points as well.
But I know she's a good person after all.
She loved nagging... at everyone, at me.
And her words could be much sharper than a sword.
Pretty much left some scars in my heart.
Sometimes it hurt me and broke my heart into gazillions pieces.
On the other hand.
She loved cooking.
She loved making good food.
She kept getting us properly feed.
She was so close to God.
She had soft voice while reading holy Qur'an.
Yes she was just a normal human being.

She was really close to father, Father loves her so much, everyone can tell.

For these past two years, after Mother passed away and got married , she had been in agony. She was sick.. she kept it to herself..
Then it revealed.. we knew that at the end.

Hmmm...
My father tried so hard to find a way, to make my sister back on her feet, to make her stand strong safe and sound again. But the disease was too formidable, well aint right to say that.. hm, I know the disease is only the media from God to erase all her sins, Amin.
Moreover, Father didn't have enough money to complete the hospital  payment. So yeah.. you know.

God called her yesterday at 10pm.. it's been 24 hours since the last time she exhaled.
Thank you so much for all the supporters and participants that help either morally or materially. We can never thank you guys enough.
Please pray for my sister.

It's such a good luck, we could find a space for her near Mother's grave. I envy her, she has finally reunited with Mother in heaven. Lol.
I believe, both of them are in the best place by now.

And the end, I just wanna say.
I love you both!
Salam buat mama ya mba, baik-baik disana.
Oh iya salam juga buat Cory Monteith.