Here I come to this city, back to the city where I left my bitter sweet memories, return to the city, return to my home.
Too many changes so I can’t even notice it… or is it me that is too numb to notice?
i do want to go home, but not like this… it is not how I imagine my “balek kampung”. In my mind, I will be picked up by my father in the airport, not met him up in the ICU with all those pipes… In my mind, I will be hang around the city with him, eating durian, play tennis, not faking happy face to hide my tears when I see him laying down with pale face..
I love You pa..
I know you’ll get better soon, i just know it…
semoga cepet sembuh ya mbak
alhamdulillah udah membaik.. makasih ya..