A Love Letter
Sabtu, September 24, 2016
Hello, long time no post, I miss
my blog so much, the place where i can write everything, almost 2 months i don’t write anything. Yes, I’m too busy
now, what, busy? Not really actually, hehe I just need some rest when I have a free
time and I choose for spend my time with my family and my friends actually.
Yes, time flies so fast, several months
ago, everyday is free day, I didn’t have any activity, I could spend my day
with write something, take some photos and go to many place. But now? I don’t
have any time for doin’ that, sometimes I spend my weekend in my office too.
But, doesn’t matter I still love my job.
Dad ever said to me “you have to
be responsible with what you choose” , and I choose work so I have to be
responsible with my responsibility. Ah ya, by the way I was sad because I have
to separate with my parents, not because I work in Tasikmalaya and my parents
in Garut, it still near and we still in the same island, but now they have
already moved to Samarinda, no more reason, it’s because his work. Several
years ago, we ever separated, my Dad in Padang and I, Mom and my little brother
lived in Garut, we separate for 2 years and after that dad moved to Jakarta and
Bandung. It almost 6 years we live together and now we have to separate again
:”) Me in Tasikmalaya, My little brother continue his study in Bandung, and Mom
follow my Dad to Samarinda. But, the other side I was happy because my dad got
a chance to be a better position, I’m sure that position is a goal for everyone
and it’s not easy to get that position.
I heard that news when I still
worked, dad called me and I cried, he said “don’t cry, you have to be strong,
we still can meet by video call, by phone and you can visit me when you have a
free day or long holiday” . That’s true, but the question is…… when I get my
holiday? Hahaha :”)) When I back to home, my mom hug me tightly, she cried, she
worried me, yaaa, mom and dad still assume me her little daughter who can’t
doin’ everything, they worried me how if I’m sick (because my body is weak L ) they worried about
my live as a tenant and they worried me about my finance, hahaha. To be honest,
after I got work, I didn’t ask some money, they gave me, I tried to ignore
it (even in my heart, I want to take it haha).
Now, I have to keep my brother,
yaa even he not my little brother anymore, he taller than me, but his behavior
still like a child, I try be a good sister for him, haha like yesterday he asked
me about his homework, accounting, actually I forgot that material, i tried to
doin’ his work until 1 am and sent the answer via whatsapp, huft (can you say
that I’m a good sister? Hahaha) Ya, even he is a ‘mahasiswa’ now, I still worry
him, he really different with me. He love stay in the home, playing a game, and
he rarely plays with his friends, like gathering in one place, i worry he can’t
communicate with some people very well and I worry he don’t want tell to me
when he needs help. Dear my little brother, even your sister is grumpy, believe
her, deep in her heart, she loves you..
Dear Mom and Dad, you don’t need
worry me, I’ll be fine, because my teamwork here as my second family (maybe I’ll tell
about them in my next post) I’ll keep my brother, I’ll keep my health, I never
forget to eat (my body is bigger now it’s because I (always) eat :”)) May I say
that I’m so proud of both of you. Dad, you start from zero, I know you are
hardworker, you said that your work is number one, your priority is your work because
you have a great wife beside you, yes, she is my Mom, the women who always
stand beside you, support you from zero until now, the women who always pray
for you, me and Refa.
I wanna be success like you, I
want people know us not because I’m your daughter, but because my effort. I
wanna show to them that always say “it because your dad”, someday I’ll show it
to them, InsyaAllah aamiin. As long as both of you are health
I’m happy, soon we will meet
again in Samarinda J
Hope you enjoy there and Congratulations for your new position Dad and Mom
*love*
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