I miss to tell you about all of my daily activities. How the traffic was so bearable, even Bekasi-BSD can be done by 45 minutes only. Or about my mom who was cleaning up the house and became everyone's enemy since she tend to throw away anything she dislike. Hmm... first, she dislike something didn't always mean the thing was bad or ugly... and 2nd... it is not her own house, right? So, with a lot of Lebaran hampers coming to the house lately, things has been going funny with her.
I miss to tell you about my son's final grade which was not as bad as he presumes. Some of the scores were so amazing, he even surprise himself. And we celebrated it at the Sushi Matsu, his favourite place.
I miss to greet you good morning, and receiving those eye-openers video links from the kajian you attended at the masjid. And you would tell me what you did the whole day when you stay there. Was it still packs? Was the food good? Where did you sleep?
I miss to see your face in my office lobby. Surprising me in one pretty afternoon, saying you just stopped by but then you ended up driving me home.
The bottom line is: I miss you.
1 comment:
Same here...., miss the updates miss the inspiring conversations..
Being without you, takes a lot of getting used to..
You're a hard habit to break.. (PC)
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