Jakarta - Semarang is not THAT far, Dev!

Jakarta, Juli 2016.

Dear Om,

First of all I want to say Happy 45th Birthday to you, the Father of my beloved friend... Devina! I wish nothing but the best for you, Sir. May Allah gives you a healthy life with His joys and blessings. I know we haven't got a chance to meet in person, yet, but I've heard a lot about you while Devina and I were still in high school. Don't worry, Devina told me about your kindness, though.

Second, as we may in the spirit of holy month, I will say happy ied mubarak 1437 H to you, sir! May Allah forgives all of our sins and gives us His blessings. Let's keep the spirit until next ramadhan, and hopefully we'll meet next year.

Your daughter, Devina, is a wonderful young lady. She's one of my favorite during the high school. I've seen her laugh, cry, angry, and most of it... She was busy being her self, a true freaking (imaginary) Mrs. Bieber. You're lucky to have her as your daughter because you would never get a young lady like her for the second time, right?

Entah sudah berapa kali saya menulis tentangnya di blog ini, tetapi Devina adalah sosok yang mampu menginspirasi saya (termasuk gurauan kami yang terkadang nyeleneh dan terlalu bermimpi). Devina and I have a lot of similarities such as... We're too passionate to reach our dreams, she wants to be Selena Gomez and I want to be Audrey Hepburn. Both of us adore Dian Sastro, Chelsea Islan, and Maudy Ayunda since we were still using putih-abu uniform. I think... Up until now, both of us still determine to be a UNICEF or UN ambassador (am I right, Dev?)

Many people laughs at our dreams, but we hold on to this...

Devina really misses you, Om, apalagi sekarang dia kuliah di Semarang. She misses watching soccer with you, I think she's really really Daddy's little girl ya, Om? She said you were the one who taught her about the offside rule, am I right? On your special day, she asked me to write something special for you because she's too shy to say it directly to you. Well I hope, she will be in teary eyes for reading this.

As her friend, who being left by her and who also lives in Jakarta, I'm missing her as much as you do, sir! Of course we had plans to meet up, but eventually it never happened. But still, though we never meet since like almost a year, she's still my beloved unforgettable friend.

Well let's say Jakarta - Semarang is not as far as we know! It's much better than Jakarta - China, right? Argh, too many LDR-an with my high school friends and it sucks! (This is how I cheer my self when I'm missing my high school friends. Unfortunately, there is one friend who's in Germany now and I'm missing her freaking bad.)

*Ps to Devina: when will you come to Jakarta? Let me finisih my test first so we can meet up and ngehitz together, okay!? I miss being 'oh so whatever' with you! I miss going to windowshop with you! Errr..... btw, Can you (in any chance) bring me wingko babat, Dev? It's my favorite, gosh, I'm already imagining to eat it while I write this post. :(

And also, please let's hope that my Momma will allow me to traveling to Semarang all by my self, ya.. you must be in Semarang when the time is right (or at least we'll go from Jakarta together) so we can stay in your kosan, perhaps? (Semakin hemat semakin oke, lol). Then, we should go to Lawang Sewu, ya, because I'd never go there and curious enough to go. Hehehe.

See, terlalu niat bikin ini.. sampe bongkar gallery cari foto kita. Maaf yang di hp cuma beberapa, sisanya di pc semua and I'm too lazy to open it jam segini. Xoxo.

Sincerly yours,

Nita Indra S.

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