Thursday

Over billion women in this world, she endlessly stays on the top of my chart.

I was supposed to say that, "I love you, Bu."
But I know this doesn't enough.

I've seen it through the distance. Through every long heartbreaking night. Through every chapter of sight losing. Through every single hard day when nobody else into. I've found her. I've found Ibu. I might be wrong if I ask her, "Why we couldn't have a plenty normal time like Mom and daughter in common, like everybody does?" And she answered, "Because Allah is talking to us; we are the extraordinary."

Well, you now can see from where I have my super extra confidence. Skip skip skip. The thing is, I am not able to see Ibu everyday. I am not able to eat her cooking meal for my breakfast, to sleep in her room when nightmare comes, nor to feel her warm hug every time I got home. For these years, I even forgot. The divorce who made it, I'm not blaming here. As long as I know that anytime, anywhere, anywhen; Ibu is always there for me.

Anyway, I had a little surprise for her on that Mother's Day. It's a blissful to see her smile painted on her face again, after all this time. Someday, Bu, I promise to you there will be something to be paid for all those moments we have lost. I promise.



Someone asked me yesterday how my mom's been doing. And I told so, she is so fine. Thank you for asking, a very kind of you, man. I have a little message from Ibu to you, she said: "Wa'alaikumsalam, tante baik kok. Kamu yang kemana aja? Main-main ke rumah lagi dong kayak dulu. Nanti tante beliin ayam bakar sama jus mangga."

So that, I don't think I have to tell it to you. She is sort of kidding that time. Just so you know if you accidentally read this, I don't know how to say it directly to you. Well, ignore this as I put the full stop.

I love you, Ibu.