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About This Morning



14th October, 2015

Life only stop dealing with us when we stop breathing. Lift up and never quit!!

Today was a holiday. They said holiday in punctuation. I woke up like me as well and got shower and then I started to confuse. My question be like “What the hell I’m gonna doing today?” I don’t even have any rupiahs, no fuel for my vehicle and also there was no food left on fridge. Damn.

What about me and my dad? Yap, never ending story. Last night he called me up and starting to discuss something. Ehm.. I don’t know how my feel right now but it seems get better since I bravely talked to him about what really annoy me during this time. About his act and his manner. About his anger and his carelessness and that was the day when I fell down my tears. I mean we talked through phonecell.

Guess what? He came to me this morning.

He called me up and said : Just meet me in food corner near your boarding house. I’m gonna catch you here, kid.

I said : What? Where are you? Near my boarding house? Oh, okay I’ll be there soon.

15 minutes later. At the food corner.

Me : What the hell are you doing here, Dad? You’re not even good enough to driving alone here.

Dad : Just sit down and order some foods. You must be very hungry, kid.

Me : Oh gosh.

And maybe that was the best part of this coldness. Our coldness. I mean when suddenly my Dad took me by surprise and made me though that he still cared at me anyway. Even though in a little bit.  
And He Coming Anyway

And, maybe this is works. All we need is good communication and a little bit understanding. Yah, the most expensive thing in the world currently is understanding. Then I came to my boarding house and took a rest for a while. There was a point when I got sad about him. Why these things happen to us, Dad? And would it be get better in time? It’s been 7 years we live like we’re stranger and even when we were together home.

30 minutes after forward he said that he would going home. And, he left some money for me. Not so much, but it’s enough for me.

Dad : Just be good, kid. I’m leaving.

Me  : I will. But, next time don’t do this again, Dad. You should not driving alone.  

You know guys, during this week I felt like I’m gonna dying day by day. But, that’s life anyway. In fact, I’m not dying. I should take my part of soul together anymore. Make it perfect puzzle so that I could really see what actually God mean to me.  

Regards,
Rosalie.


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