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Farewells.

Farewell. To me this is a very bad word. Worse than those words people would shout at me when I dont send their cost requisition. I know that people come and go, I know. But somehow it always sucks everytime the “go” come. Time heals, fur shure. But some remain unforgettable, for different reasons. Here are some that I can still remember very clearly.

1. Farewell of Kimo, my neighbour, arround 1996/1997. 

At that time, i was 8/9 years old. I remember almost all of us (the kids in my neighbourhood) went to the airport to say goodbye to him. He was such a funny person, well, sometimes a bit weird when he was exagerating things (but still, it was funny. everything was funny when you were a little kid,  no? hehe). I remember I was looking inside the airport through the glass, hahaha, I was such a drama queen since I was little. But hey, it wasn’t only me, other kids were too! hahaha. That’s the first farewell I had. The first time I cried for having this feeling of not going to see the same person arround any longer.

2. Farewell with Steina, my Icelandic friend, 2004.

Totally paralyzed. Hahahah. Steinun Aradottir is an exchange student who stayed in my house for 1 year. It’s been an unforgettable year to me. It’s like having a sister. We share bedroom, bed, and lastly, stories, heheh. We fought sometimes, hahaha, really it was like having a sister, a really good one. So, it was so upsetting for me that I cannot be with her on her last days in Indonesia for I was trapped in this debating championship. Fortunately, my parrents somehow succesfully kidnapped me for several hours to take her to airport. It’s mooore upsetting that not even a word came out of my mouth! sh*t! I was like paralyzed, hahaha. I dont know what to say, I dont know how to act, trying hard not to cry, hahaha (and I made it! I didnt cry!). But paralyzed. Worse than crying outloud. Because when you’re paralyzed, you cannot express what you really feel. Ah, I’m still very upset about that.

3. Farewell with friends in Padang, 2004.

Right, in the same year, my family is moving to Bandung. It was a tough year, hahah. So, I held this farewell party at my house, inviting close friends. Everytime a friend said he/she had to go home, I cried. At the end of the day (or night, hehe), I had this frog eye and Rudolf nose in each and every picture that was taken that day, shame. Anyway, that day my friends sang a song for me, Kisah Klasik by Sheila on 7, as far as I remember. Cynthia on guitar, Fajar and Esha on vocal, and Setia (who is also my cousin) reading a poem! And, the next day, which was the day I left, I was sitting at the airport, waiting for boarding pass, when bunch of guys suddenly came after me. It was Agi, Agung, Hafiz, and other guys from high school, and it was 5 am! These guys whom probably wakes up at 1pm on weekends came to say goodbye at 5 in the morning. These people might not remember this, but this is one of those moments that can always make me smile (of course not at that very moment, I cried like one full week that time hahah I’m exagerating).

This week will be hard for me. Farewell to my boss, who is going back to his country, and to 2 of my colleagues, who endeavors to reach what they ought to reach. Laissez faire .

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