Jakarta, 9th December 2014,
Finally I hit 17.
Feeling blessed for every second. Thank you Mom, Dad, sissies, y'all made me to be like this. Thanks for accept me for the way I am, for every yelled if I break the rules.
And eventually I'm just a scared little lady. The super sensitive one when people talked about "family bond." I would cry easily on my Momma's lap when we had a deep conversation. She's my hero, my wonderwoman. The one who rescued me in my lowest. The one who protected me whenever I needed her. So, two days ago we had a deep conversation. It was about manner. " Kamu mbok ya jangan ngomong sama Mama kaya gitu.. nanti dosa ," she said when we got started. I was standing beside her while she sat on the sofa. We were talking about the latest movie actually -not the deep conversation, yet-. "Kalo ngomong sama orang tua, apalagi sama Mama, jangan sampe Mama harus mengadah liat kamu... Tatapan mata kita sejajar aja udah salah... " I was like.. . krik. Speechless. " Justru dari dulu k epala Mama lebih rendah daripada kepala Eyangti, lho. Nanti kualat kamu kaya gitu, De... Mama dari dulu mau ingetin kamu tapi lupa terus. Tiap abis shalat, ...
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ReplyDeleteThank you for reading my blog! I'll improve my writing skill so maybe it won't be about my curhatan :') I'll open your blog later, belom sempet nih sekarang
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