The Engo Way

March is finally here!
Guess what, March was just started with bad and good news came hand in hand. Good news leading to upcoming 'Wonderful April' (I just make it up right now). As you might have noticed, I can't wait for April! However, I can' tell you what's about it, but some of you might have a guess. Anyway!

The beginning of March, I got a very shocking news came from my mambo's side of family. A cousin from her only uncle who is still alive, passed away suddenly. The cousin is the only child and her dad is around early 80s. I barely knew her,but somehow, this news shook me terribly. I was affected by death in different way now. But, let me tell you this. This news was really striking.
Firstly, it's a daughter of the only uncle left of my grand pa's siblings. He, the grand-uncle was closed to my mom, but at some point, he and my mom and the rest of her siblings were not in a good term. However, the day my mom passed away, he called us from HongKong and was deeply sad and hurt. He wept like a child on the phone, and continually said how sorry he was. Over and over again. There was definitely a sincerity in there.
Secondly, my grand-uncle was hospitalized and just heard the news a day after his daughter passed away. When I knew this, my heart was aching. It was already bad, but knowing it after all it happened, it might double the pain.

I personally never travelled because someone passed away. When mambo gone, many of her relatives and friends were coming from out of town. I never experienced it because I felt not too affected and also my dad could represent us. There were times, I wanted to go home when someone passed away, but I was already scheduled to be out of town, and also as I mentioned before, my dad could be present.

This time, I decided to fly to Hong Kong to visit my grand-uncle. Again, I have just met him a couple of times, we were not really closed. My uncles and aunts could not make it, but surprisingly I already planned to take a Saturday off. When I heard the cremation was postponed to Monday the following week, I just intuitively decided to go to Hong Kong. My travelling time was exactly 72 hours. I only spent around 36 hours or so in Hong Kong. I was only at my grand-uncle's place, did not go anywhere, even not to the funeral house, since my aunt's body was still kept in the hospital.

I was terribly tired; nonetheless, I was fully contented. Grand-uncle did not recognize me at first, but then, when he was seated nicely at his house after lunch, he then looked at me carefully, and finally recognized me. I was afraid that he might be furious with a reason I could not explain myself. Regardless of the assumption, he embraced me warmly. Warmer by the time passed. I could sense his vulnerability. I was there to represent my own grand-pa, his own big bro, and also my mom and the rest of her siblings. I was glad I did it. My point was just to pay a visit to my grand-uncle and maybe this was a sort way of reconciliation. His wife also recognized me, and to my surprise, I suddenly could understand Chinese.
I believe if my mom was still alive and strong, she might fly out to Hong Kong. If she was not in a good condition, I could picture her to arrange something to her uncle. For my personal insight, I wanted to call this the "Engo Way." Engo is my mom's Chinese name, and what the rest of her relatives called her. As my mom has gone, I strangely had a weird responsibility to continue what my mom would do, especially if it deals with her side of family. I have tried my best to attend every wedding I could, and possibly every funeral. If not, I would pay a visit to their graveyard once I am in hometown. It is like I need to represent her.

To my aunt, she died so young and so sudden. I went to Hong Kong for the first time to attend her wedding, 16 years ago. My mom was the only representative of her own family. Again, 16 years later, I went to Hong Kong for the second time, and who knew that it was to say good bye to my aunt. For the second trip, I realized how beautiful Hong Kong as a country is. Mountains on the side, ocean is on the other side. Tunnels, and amazing infrastructure. However, the buildings were sad, and people look unhappy. It might be only me. I came to windy March weather and foggy day.

Through this occasion, I saw a new side of the Ho family (my mom's family name). How they were hand in hand showed support. How they were extremely good in English. Also, through this occasion, I knew a new side of my mom's siblings. I was so proud to my own uncles and aunts. How they have put their pride aside and showed some supports to their only uncle left (paternal). I can say that my ai (aunt, in Chinese) brought the family once again.

To ai,
You went so fast, and people around you were terribly sad. I know you had been a wonderful daughter, wife, mother, and friends. You left an incredible memory to every one of them. Though, we only met briefly, but I cherished every moment of it.

May you rest in peace, and please say Hello to my mambo up there.

CVB

The only picture I had, having most of my uncles, taken in 2003 

Mambo Agogo

Mambo is a name came up out of nowhere. The inventor was my dad. The person that was called, no one other than my own mom. I remember clearly, one day back then, when we had lunch, my dad blurred out "where is mambo?" Indicated busy mom wooshing around before finally sat down. Onwards from that day, we called my mom Mambo! 

Ah mambo. January 24th is her second birthday to the eternal life. Thus, in regards of her living memory, let me tell you about mambo that I knew dearly.
Mambo was in love with cooking. Kitchen was her throne. She could consider cooking as a stress reliever or in contrary, it made her stressful. Yes, my mom could feel two emotions at the same time. A libra typical. Anyway, she loved to cook and would cook enormously  and all of her dishes would be delivered to her friends or business-partners. She noted who liked what, who could not eat what, and so on. Whenever she cooked was a hell for me. Haha believe me, we did not have a good term back then. We fought often whenever she cooked at house. For those who got my mom's dishes, don't worry, it was not your fault, it was just us. I did not hate when my mom cooked, but I should be extra patient and sometimes I could not. Haha. It was not a bad memory at all. Kitchen would be smelled with Pastel tutup or what my mom called "Kentang Bakar" - baked potato, Dutch style baked potato. It was like a casserole topped with creamy smashed potato. Some other time, she would make her family tradition recipe. She called it Yuping. I think it's a dish from Fuqian where my mom's ancestor came from. You could probably only find it in Taiwan nowadays. Countless of recipes. My favorite was Yuping

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Besides cooking, she loves to go shopping! Nontheless, she's not a shopaholic unless the SALE sign was up. She bought pans to underwear with BIG sale on it. She would like to ask my dad's cousin in Jakarta to find me a ballet dress with a note "yang diskon ya Wi", discount.. discount... discount. Her destiny was with DISCOUNT. She could get many things on a big sale. It's like discount and her were calling each other. Not only because the sign Sale was up, but she had a very good networking. She could get discount from a textile shop, crab restaurant, jewellery shop, material shop, health laboratory, and her friends or relatives could literally say her name in a Japanese Restaurant and they would get a discount ;). She is indeed a Tante Diskon.
One thing that is related to her as well, was a calculator. She would have a normal-sized calculator in her purse. Hehehehehehehhee... it was taken out when she bought groceries, or met customers. Her closed friends were smiling brightly when saw me put her favorite calculator in her coffin. I know I was silly. Hehe
She was not the kindest mom on earth, but she was a perfect mom for me indeed. Reminisce her leave, I was like seeing my mom graduated proudly from university of life. She had accomplished so much. Her complex about discount was diminished a little so she was able to enjoy many things. She was a little bit hard on herself. However, influenced by my dad, she was able to spend peacefully on her happiness in her last years on earth. Such as going to a nice hotel to spend a chinese new year, ate good food without waiting to be discounted  bought me an expensive dress. She said, she did not care anymore, she wanted to enjoy. And thus, she was able to be grateful of everything she had.
Very fresh in my mind, 2 years a go in her funeral in the church, people were packed. It looked like an ordinary Sunday mass. It was an honour to have you all back then. Thank you for those who were in grief for my mom's lost. Thank you for those who smiled brightly when coming to see my mom for the last time. Most of my father's cousins and her own cousins whom she had been closed with, came to our house and smiled upon my mom's body. They told my mom... "it is done. You are free now"

This is her two years of leaving us, but let us celebrate it with joy. For she was not going in agony, but in joyful heart. She was a warrior, she still my guardian warrior. Counted as I took my first breath on earth until very now, and even until my last breath, her heart is still beating like a drum in my heart.

Copied from Phillip Phillips's song Gone Gone Gone,
She is my backbone

My cornerstone
My crutch when my legs aren't moving.

My head start

My rugged heart

Like a drum, mambo don't stop beating

Like a drum my heart never stops beating for you

and long after you're gone, gone, gone

I'll love you long after you're gone, gone, gone

Perihal Hari Ibu

Oke. Di Indonesia ini ada Dualisme, termasuk dengan Hari Ibunya! Ada yang merayakan di bulan Mei, mengikuti penanggalan Amerika Serikat, tapi sebenar-benarnya, Indonesia merayakan hari ibu itu tanggal 22 Desember. Jadilah aku sekarang mengetik untuk menceritakan hari Ibu ala-ala Indonesia.
Seperti yang mungkin sudah Anda sekalian ketahui (atau belum), ibunda saya alias mambo agogo sudah berpulang di tahun 2013 kemarin (ada ceritanya di sini), Januari. Dihitung-hitung sudah 1 tahun 11 bulan, menuju 2 tahun. Boleh dibilang, waktu memang menyembuhkan. Rindu? Sudah pasti. Hanya saja, aku selalu percaya bahwa aku dan mambo hanya berjarak  sejauh doa. Nah! Mambo punya kebiasaan selalu bangun pagi-pagi! Dari duluuu hingga tahun 2013 kemarin. Bisa ditebak kalau mambo itu punya hobi bangunin aku yang kebetulan hobinya tidur. Waktu kecil sih sebal habis-habisan kalau mambo ngebangunin. Alasannya karena mambo selalu memabangunkan aku dengan gegap gempita. Menyahut satu kali nggak lantas membuat mambo berhenti. She would keep calling my nameee until I raised up from bed and headed to bathroom. Tapi, kebiasaan itu pun menjadi kebiasaanku juga yang tiap pagi biasa dibangunin mambo. Papo sampai rekam pas mambo manggil aku bangun. Makin hari mambo kalau ngebangunin aku makin loveable :).
Yang aku mau ceritain itu tanggal 21 Desember. Sehabis belanja sehariaaan (Yes! it was my cheating day for spending money after months of hard work), aku itu bisa tidur kayak beruang dan kerbau sekaligus. Terlalu nyenyak. Malam itu juga, mambo ada di mimpi. Lupa, kronologisnya kayak apa. Yang pasti mambo mampir di mimpi. Tapi, bukan mengaantarkan pesan deh, rasa-rasanya cuma mampir sekedar kangen. Nah! yang ajaib itu paginya, tanggal 22 Desember. Aku memang masih simpan HP Nokia N73 bututnya mama dengan gantungan hp Bae Yong Jun tersayangnya beliau. HP itu biasa aku pakai untuk telepon papo, karena bayarnya abodemen. Lalu hp itu masih aku simpan karena nomornya itu sudah ada dari tahun 1997 (yap, itu nomor HP pertama di keluarga kami), dan HP itu adalah reminder untuk ulang tahun dan anniversary seluruh kerabat dan kawan. Mambo agogo sudah punya kebiasaan dari dulu untuk mencatat ulang tahun semua orang dan keluarga yang dia kenal. Di kalender, catatannya sendiri, hingga punya HP yang sedikit canggih. Alarmnya selalu bunyi pagi-pagi.
Tanggal 22 Desember itu, aku dibangunin bukan dengan alarmku, tapi alarm hpnya mambo. Lagunya itu Power of Lovenya Celine Dion. Panggilan pertama, lagunya masih paralel dengan mimpiku. Panggilan kedua, sudah mulai sadar-sadar. Panggilan ketiga, sadar sepenuhnya bahwa itu hpnya mambo yang lagi meraung-raung. Panggilan keempat, penasaran siapa yang ulang tahun. Panggilan kelima, "Oh ternyata, ulang tahun perusahaan papo" dan "WHAAT!" sudah jam 8.05 PAGI!
JKAHDSY@(*&*HBU^#&*&*(#&)&##^&$&!@(&*(&)~!!!!!!!!!!

Loncat dan langsung ngacir ke kamar mandi. Selama beberes, aku jadi ketawa sendiri. Ini mambo yang bangunin pagi itu. Secepat kilat aku 'terbang' menuju kantor.

Fiuuh... absensi -- 08.29, 1 menit sebelum dikatakan TERLAMBAT.

Begitu sudah leyeh-leyeh, sadar bahwa ternyata tanggal 22 Desember itu Hari Ibu. Dan izinkan aku untuk memparalelkan mimpi, alarm mambo, dan hari ibu. :) Mambo nggak lupa kebiasaannya untuk membangunkan anaknya yang tukang tidur ini. Selepas kepergian beliau pun, nggak sedetikpun mambo membiarkan aku merasakan penyesalan. Padahal, bisa dibilang hubungan kita dulu nggak mulus-mulus banget. Aku pun tahu bahwa mambo itu sudah berapa kali rasa kecewa. Namun, aku coba cari-cari perasaan menyesal selama 2 tahun ini, anehnya, aku tidak bisa menemukannya di mana-mana. Seperti uap. Menggantung hilang. Yang ada, ingat mambo, ingat yang hepi-hepinya.

Aku merayakan hari ibu dengan penuh kemenangan. Aku nggak takut kalau misalkan papo kawin lagi. Nggak ada istilah mama baru dan mama lama. Sekali jadi mambo, akan terus jadi mambo. Ibu. Orang yang melahirkan aku. Tapi, tunggu dulu, aku sendiri punya buuuuaaaaaaanyaaaaaaaaaaak mama. Dari kecil aku sudah 'diangkat' sana-sini untuk menghalang bala yang berasal dari kemiripan aku dan mambo yang sangat. Orang-orang percaya bahwa tidak terlalu baik untuk mempunyai anak perempuan yang terlalu mirip ibunya. Jadilah, aku mempunyai banyak orang yang kupanggil 'mama'. Kalaupun papo punya istri baru, dia akan jadi mama aku juga. Menurut definisiku, yang menjadi mama (dalam kehidupan aku) itu ibarat kepribadian ala teori Psikologi. Yang di mana, kepribadian dasar itu tidak bisa diubah, namun kepribadian itu bisa ditambah. Mama juga begitu. Kedudukan mambo tidak berubah, hanya ditambah :). Walaupun, dulu aku merasa marah kalau ada yang nanya kapan papa nikah lagi? Pasalnya, mereka bertanya bahkan mama belum meninggal 1 tahun. Tolong ya orang-orang di luar sana, pastikan tahu mana kategori pertanyaan sensitif atau pun tidak. Tapi, sekarang aku paham maksud mereka dan tersenyum sambil menjawab "dibawa dalam doa saja."

Aku tidak ambil pusing, kalian mau berpikir apa dan berpendapat apa. Hanya saja, aku yang selalu percaya pada hatiku ini tahu, bahwa kepercayaanku yang sekarang adalah bagian dari pertumbuhan iman. Tahu nggak hatiku sekarang rasanya apa?

Dia lega...

Aku tahu bahwa mamboku tidak ke mana-mana. Hanya sejauh doa saja. Bisa dibilang, aku mulai berdamai dengan rasa kehilangan. Jadi, mau merayakan hari ibu tanggal 22 Desember atau di bulan Mei, aku akan merayakannya dengan senyum. Tentunya, dengan bangga juga.  Aku ingin alam semesta berisinya tahu bahwa aku punya mama yang hebat. Pendekar wanita sejati. Dan aku tahu, kamu juga merasakan hal yang sama kepada ibumu.

Bagi kamu yang masih punya ibu dekat dengan kamu, berbahagialah. Kamu masih ada kesempatan belajar banyak. Bagi kamu yang sudah tidak mempunyai ibu, bersyukurlah. Kamu sekarang punya malaikat pelindung tambahan. Bagi kamu, yang pada akhirnya mempunyai ibu tiri, bersuka citalah karena kamu diberi kesempatan bonus.

Aku tahu semua orang tidak bisa menyetujui apa yang aku ketik di sini. Tapi, oh well. Masing-masing punya skenario sendiri-semdiri untuk bertumbuh, belajar, dan merasakan emosi. Jadi, aku tidak bermaksud apa-apa, aku hanya ingin kamu tahu bahwa aku merayakan hari ibu dengan penuh kemenangan.

Mari kita ramaikan hari Ibu dengan nonton video lagu kesukaannya mambo agogo haha

Selamat hari ibu, mamboku

CVB

Palembang with Phamily

Akhirnya, saya dan papa bisa menginjakkan kaki di pulau Sumatera. Palembang, ibu kota Sumatera Selatan. Dalam rangka sepupu dari keluarga mama menikah. Pernikahan terakhir dari series pernikahan para sepupu di tahun 2014 (ada 3, 2 di bulan Juni, 1 di bulan September). Dari tanah Jakarta, Singapore, dan sekarang Palembang. Alhasil, saya dan papa berangkatlah ke tanah Sumatera ini.
Palembang, kota yang paling banyak etnis Melayunya di antara kota-kota Sumatera lain. Dari segi dialek, ketika mereka ngomong sama sesama orang Palembang, persis seperti otang Melayu lagi omong di Malaysia.
Dari segi kota, Palembang sedikit mengingatkanku akan kota Ambon. Kecil, padat, penuh dengan bangunan-bangunan tua. Hanya yang membuat beda, si jembatan Ampera yang konon katanya adalah Golden Gate tanah Sumatera hahaha.

Anyhow, aku ingin memaparkan perihal petualangan ku dengan papo di Palembang!
Seperti yang sering aku ketikan, setiap tempat punya cerita tak terkecuali Palembang ini.
Dimulai dari 2 hari sebelum hari keberangkatan (Kamis, 18 September 2014). Dini hari, aku menerima sms dari LION AIR yang mengatakan ...

Yth. Penumpang Lion Air rute Jakarta Palembang tgl 18 September JT348 jam 21.00 DIMAJUKAN menjadi JT842 jam 18.40. Info hub call center 021 3798000. Terima kasih

##!!!BHDIHAVUGBGV@^#%*&Y(*&!^!!!!!

LION oh LION,
masalahnya adalaaah... 18.40 itu aku dan papo baru saja tiba di Jakarta dari kota masing-masing. Rencana awalnya, kami berangkat jam 21.00 dari Jakarta ke Palembang.
Sedihnya. Alhasil, aku ditolong tante Retty untuk ngurusin ke kantor LION air, I did not have much time for this fuss. Urusan kerjaan saja sudah membuat mumet, menghisap segala jiwa dan raga, ditambah satu masalah baru hahaha.

Untungya, penanggulangan dini. Kami akhirnya dapat tiket Jakarta Palembang Jumat pagi, pukul 9.00 diberitakan tiba di Palembang pukul 10.00 pagi. Ini alamat bakal telat untuk pemberkatan nikah pukul 11.00 jika kami ke hotel dulu. Kami putuskan untuk langsung dari airport meluncur ke Gereja untuk pemberkatan.
nikah. Sudah lumayan tegang gara-gara asap vulkanik dari gunung Slamet, takut kalau-kalau harus terjebak di Cengkareng. Untungnya, bisa berangkat on time, telat-telat dikit. Tibanya sudah pukul 10.30 pagi. Kami pun langsung meluncur ke Gereja. Tercatat dalam sejarah, Chendani dan papanyake pemberkatan pernikahan dengan sendal jepit (ganti sepatu di depan pintu gerbang), lengkap dengan ransel masing-masing. Tapi, tenang. Kami sudah berpakaian rapi nan harum. Jadi, WOnya nggak kirain kami adalah wedding crasher hahaha

Namanya pemberkatan pernikahan selalu mengharu biru. Tapi, perlu saya infokan bahwa kali ini agk anti klimaks. Karena tidak didukung oleh koor yang bagus (maaf...). Tidak diberikan waktu untuk applause (seperti announcement, husband and wife, nor the wedding kiss in the church). Yang terjadi, ya begitu saja. Namun, senang... bisa menjadi saksi dua orang itu saling bertukar janji untuk setia dan saling mendampingi. Big moment indeed.
Malamnya, resepsi pernikahan dilangsungkan di Hotel Horison Ultimo. Sepupuku itu pasangan pertama yang melangsungkan pernikahannya, bahkan hotel itu sendiri belum grand opening. Untuk dekorasi panggung, bener-bener cantik ala winter wonderland, namun sayang panggungnya masih belum dilapisi karpet. Cuma lapisan plastik yang diselotip seadanya. Agak horror. Oh iya, belum aku sebut kalau aku impress sama koko fotografernya? Koko fotografernya ganteng! Dan, cara dia ngambil gambar persis seperti bayangan. Nggak mengerumuni, invisible, dan dia himbau teamnya juga dengan cermat. Jadi, ketika sepupu saya tukar cincin, kita melihat mereka berdua, bukan punggung fotografer.
Belum selesai bercerita soal resepsi. Malam itu, aku kebetulan duduk dengan sepupu-sepupu gila. Mulai dari lipsync ala-ala westlife, minum wine satu botol hanya bertiga, sampai foto-foto gila. And in the end, I ended up dapat tiket gratis pulang pergi Jakarta Palembang!! hahahahahahaahaha...
Lumayan lah naik Garuda... Pertanyaannya, kapan pakenya ya??

Pernikahan seperti ini adalah juga temu kangen keluarga. Kami dari berbagai macam daerah akhirnya bisa kumpul. Saudara mama semuanya hadir kecuali om yang di Jepang. Yang lain, semuanya lengkap kap kap (om nomor 11 diwakili istri dan anak sulungnya, dari mama sebagai tante nomor 7 diwakili aku dan papo). Sepupu-sepupu tidak semuanya kumpul. Sepupu dari Singapore dan Jakarta tak dapat hadir, tapi cukuplah untuk menggila. The highlight of the night is the Party after the Party. Total dalam kamar itu 16 orang. Ditemani beer, wine, dan kacang. Bisa dibayankan sebising apakah itu. Dihibur dengan nyanyian merdu "Tokyo Love Story" oleh the one and only dr. Notinas Horas. #jiaaahhh

Keesokan harinya, kami pindah hotel ke hotel Sandjaja, old school hotel yang sedikit horror? Anyhow, aku dan papa memutuskan untuk berpetualang sendiri Siang itu. Perlu diketahui, tiap travel berdua dengan papo, pasti harus ada sesi jalan-jalan kakinya. Termasuk yang di Palembang ini. Semuanya tidak direncanakan. Kami hanya ingin mencari Empek-empek yang konon katanya terkenal dari Palembang. Ketika kami tanya ke resepsionis, mereka bilang ada di dekat sini, bisa jalan kaki saja. Dan kami jalan kaki.
CANDY. Kami memesan Empek-empek dan Pindang Iga (bukan ikan). Nikmatnyaaa (ala upin ipin). Apalagi saat itu, kita bener-bener lapar dan teler (kurang tidur. read). Alhasil, begitu perut terisi, ngintip dan beli oleh-oleh, kami pulangnya langsung tidur cantik sampai pukul 18.00. Malamnya, kami ikut rombongan yang belum ke sungai Musi. Kami ke sana, makan lagi-lagi pindang. Kali ini kami mencoba pindang ikan baung. Overall, okelah. Tapi, untuk kembali ke Palembang? Pikir-pikir lagi. hehehehe

Selepas makan malam, kami merayakan ulang tahun dari Sicim dan Tuaku (nahloh bingung kan..) Sicim itu untuk iparnya mama, urutan ke-empat (itung dari hanya anak laki-laki, saya sih harusnya manggilnya sikim, karena maternal). Tuaku itu panggilan untuk saudara mama tertua yang laki-laki. Anywayyy. Sepupu tertua beli 3 kue. Dan lainnya bawa makanan2 juga, jadilah party in the pool side. TIdak ketinggalan foto-foto gaya ajaib sebelum saying good bye.

Love love love...

Pertanyaannya... kapan lagi bisa kumpul2 begini? Biasanya reunian keluarga besar itu pas nikahan atau kematian. Tapi, lebih mau pas happy2 dong. Nah pertanyaan berikutnya; who's next? 

Not to mention, telingaku udah penuh dengan "giliran kamu kapan?". Jawaban pamungkasnya adalaah "didoakan aja" sambil senyum 14 cm. 

Hehehehe

fun facts

1. Reuni ala keluraga mama; nikahan dan kematian dan kadang2 imlek

2. Reuni ala keluarga papa; liburan natal atau liburan anak sekolah. Acara opa oma pesta hut pernikahan! 



CVB

Moments

I cant believe that I have had so much trips in the early 2014. My life is about Juanda-Hasanuddin. I literally went home every single week since last jan 24th. Not because I want to go home due to homesick. Reasons are reasonable.
Jan24th was my mom's death anniversary.1 year... already. Firstly, I didnt want to go home but my heart said something else. It wanted me to go home. And it was good to be home. 
Second was Jan 31st, Chinese New Year. I also didnt want to go home but that time dad asked me to go home since I was alone. He definitely didnt want me to spend a lonely CNY. So I went home and felt so good. Got to meet all relatives and friends on CNY. The next day, had a little lunch with my bestie Kugy a.k.a Ulfa. Had an exciting talk. Continued by meeting my BGFF Bayu and Chiu. On top of that, I celebrated my tall sister - Naya Manoi's birthday and had a little reunion of PAKAR (Papa Kami Arsitek) hahaha. And that very night, I also met my mom's friends. They also celebrated one's birthday at the same restaurant. Contented. Even the next day before I flew back to Surabaya, we had a little dancing session with tante Minnie and I just found out that my dancing talent was not only coming from my mom but also my dad hahaha. He's a quick lerner and his body was not stiffed for a 61 years old man haha. We had lunch afterwards, and it's time for me saying good bye ��. I really didnt want to leave haha. Anyway, NOW, I am in Hasanuddin again��, 15 minutes after landing. I am back again to Makassar because today is BIG. SUPER BIG. TRIPLEd
1. My uncle who is a Catholic priest is celebrating his 25th year becoming a priest. Hosted by PMKRI (Perhimpunan Mahasiswa Katolik Republik Indonesia)Makassar.
2. The celebration is on Feb 6th which is my dad's birthday
3. They are going to include my grand pa's 91 birthday as well.
How can I miss such a thinggg hahaha
So, I wont be bothered with those who want to talk about me flying here and there. I am grateful that my family can still celebrate all these celebrations. I am grateful that I am going to be one of the witnese. I am grateful that God provides these moments for me and allows me to experience it...
I am grateful for Moments

All said ;)