Ruben, Uti, Celly. last year, Candi Ratu Boko.
yet, we still talk about those good old times.
that moment we were eating Soto Maknyak on lunchbreak, ignoring the ringbells and imagining what to say to Pak Sugeng when we arrived at class 45 minutes later.
that moment we were pretending to sleep in the class, Diwa was provocating us, made a boring Bahasa Indonesia subtitute teacher was annoyed, deliberately. I forgot her name — wait, I REMEMBER IT, Ibu Subiantini. so sorry, ma’am. blame it on Diwa ) that was the naughtiest thing I ever done to a teacher. sorry friends, I was a nice girl.
food poisoned after ate bakso, me and Ruben. Celly still laughs her ass of about that.
talking about grades. talking about marks. talking about subjects. talking about the teachers. talking about boys. talking about the gossips happened those times. talking about others. no, we never out of topic to talk about those times.
the cover! cute, isn't it?
Good morning, Bapak. Have a good day, and take care. I never out of my pride for you. I will always tell everybody, you are the greatest father in the world. (some words from my letter to my dad)
berawal dari sebuah twit random (hell yeah, Twitter!) yang mengarahkan saya kepada sebuah link berjudul Dear Papa ini. waktu itu sekitar bulan Februari, kira-kira di tengah-tengah hawa cicintaan, maklum menjelang valentine. saya malah sedang frustrasi-frustrasinya memikirkan masa depan saya *taelah, masa depaaaann* dan membuat saya berkali-kali teringat dan memikirkan bapak saya. many things I wanna tell him, many feelings that I want him to know. heck, I don’t have ANY GUTS to tell it in front of him. I just can’t tell it (if you know my dad, you’ll know why).
saya pikir, dengan menuliskannya ke dalam surat, perasaan saya mungkin bisa terlukiskan (wetsaahh). saya langsung memutuskan untuk mengikuti proyek ini. suratnya selesai dalam dua jam. baru mulai ngetik aja saya udah mewek. kalo saya buka-buka lagi, saya pasti bakal mewek lagi (tears)
saya menulis suratnya dalam bahasa Inggris. iya, saya memang sok keminggris (wis keminggris, sok meneh. combo), sok mikir kayak bule. soalnya saya lebih enak mengungkapkan perasaan saya dalam bahasa Inggris. saya sendiri juga ga tau bapak saya bakal paham apa engga *ditoyor sama bapak*
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