Mbak Mar udah jadi bini orang! I’m the happiest best friend. Bahkan rela banget balik lagi ke kos pake taksi karna begitu sampai di lokasi acara baru ketauan memori card masih temancep di laptop (yea, kejadian ini berulang lagi), saking kepengennya saya mengabadikan hari bahagia tersebut.
Waktu ijab qobul, si lakik-nya Celly doang yang keliatan resah dan gelisah, sementara Celly-nya terlihat anteng, mantep, lempeng. Begitu si lakik selesai mengucapkan “…DIBAYAR TUNAI!”, saya megap-megap sedikit dan begitu penghulu dan saksi-saksi berseru “SAH!”, saya sesak napas sesaat.
Damn, my girl is taken away from me! :’))))
I can only wishing the both of you unlimited happiness ahead, Cel, Ken. Mazel tov!
Have you ever read something that killed you inside?
Like a text message or someone’s status or some people’s comments on someone’s status. Everything was going fine until you accidentally came across something you didn’t want to read. Or found out something you were better off not knowing.
It’s almost as if it was posted just to purposely hurt you. But you constantly read it over and over again to torture yourself. It sucks how one little thing can ruin your whole day.
hey, INSECURE LITTLE COWARD. may your mind and your soul burn in hell. just think what you want to think, and go judge everything by what you think you know. ENJOY.
and you know what? YOU WILL NEVER KNOW THE TRUTHS.
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.