Hari ini jam 4 pagi Bapak udah rapi jali, siap berangkat ke bandara. Jam 4.03 Bapak pamit, mamam cium tangan, dan Triya masih bobok di kamar setelah dicium Bapak. Jam 4.04 Bapak meluncur ke bandara. Jam 4.10 si mamam masuk ke kamar dan liyap-liyep di atas kasur. Jam 4.30 si mamam ketiduran. Jam 7.30 Triya … Continue reading Ramadhan hari 9: we miss you Bapak!!
Dear Bebeb, When I first heard the song "I knew I loved you before I met you" from Savage Garden, I thought, "This has got to be the biggest b**lsh*t anyone could ever say to someone...". I mean, really, how could you know you'd love someone before you even met them? But then, Bebeb, you … Continue reading A Note to Bebeb – on her 37th week
She looked back. There's no one there. But she could've sworn she felt that someone was there. Someone she knew very well, someone whose smell is too familiar, too dear, to her. But there was none. She continued ordering her coffee - cafe latte with a dash of vanilla syrup and cinnamon powder on top. … Continue reading A Cafe Latte Story