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Sobi itu adalah orang yang walaupun udah ga ketemu setahun lebih gara-gara studi di luar, tetep bisa nebak yang mana kamar kos baru kita (setelah pindah kosan baru tentunya) hanya dengan menganalisis rak-rak sepatu yang ada.

*No, she didn’t look for my she’s-already-known-shoes. She doesn’t even know what shoes I have on my rack. She just analyzed my type of shoes #yeahright*

It still amazes me how we got through this year without being nuts together :’D

Welcome home, kiddo. Indonesia will serve you good.

Have a Great Journey, Indah

Well, you didn’t make it.

January 30th, 2012 at 9.00 AM, it took the life right out of me us. Shocked, terrified, not wanting to believe. Just starring blankly at my goddamn phone for seconds, not able to do anything while tons of memories flashed in my head.

Memories of you, lending your notes to me. You, putting on your hijab on me and we laughed a lot like crazy after seeing my reflection in your hijab. You, reading the chalkboard for me when I didn’t bring my glasses. You, walking me to canteen even you yourself didn’t look for snacks.

Memories when we were testing our failed cardboard boat in ITB’s pool in the middle of rain. You, cutting your finger and it bled heavily. Memories when we were going for a steel hunting for our physic project, things when we were enjoying our brownies ice cream.

And I promised to take you to the best durian ice cream in Bandung, but we never make it. I could have called you, but I didn’t.

Have you already been tired of fighting, Indah? What were you thinking when the lights came down?

“Past the planets and the stars, leave this lonely world of ours
Escape the sorrow and the pain, and fly again.

Fly, fly precious one, your endless journey has begun
Take your gentle happiness, far too beautiful for this.

Fly, fly do not fear, don’t waste a breath, don’t shed a tear
Your heart is pure, your soul is free, be on your way.”

—Fly, Celine Dion.

Dear Indah, I know now you’ve found a better place to fall asleep. In the arms of angel, and may you find some comfort there.

So I guess, I’ll see you later, Indah. See you on another side.

Wishing Upon a Miracle

The doctors were trying to save you for 6 damn months, but they finally said the time has come.

It comes up that your tumor has been spreading all over your veins, and there is no medicine. Nope.

Yet there’s always hope from us. Us, your friends, wishing for a miracle. Keep fighting, Indah.

And yes, I’ll be saying this again and again. Hope you’ll soon be fine like the way you were before, because things just won’t be the same till you’re well.

Dear, Indah

This post is dedicated to Indah Permata Ramialis, a good friend who’s been laying enervately in Borromeus’ Intensive Care Unit since two weeks ago.

Hope this little worthless get-well-soon post will add sunshine to your day and show you that you’re thought of in a warm and special way, Indah! :)

Dear Indah,

Thank you for patiently being my sitting buddy through the second term; showing me your notes when I didn’t bring my goddamn glasses, getting snacks together when my captious hungry belly rang, getting me the syllabus and tutorial papers when I fell asleep in the class, not letting me go to the lavatory alone, and other sweet things you’ve done to me. Thank you.

Now I’m begging you to not be tired of fighting. You’re strong, you’re young, you’re determined, and I’m cautiously optimist that you’re gonna get through this. I promise you we’ll get nice big scoops of durian ice cream with other girls once you get better and yes, the bill will be on me. So please get well soon, buddy! Wake up, get up, dress up and we’ll eat up! :D

Hope you’ll soon be fine like the way you were before, because things just won’t be the same till you’re well.