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Malaikat
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Malaikatku mungkin tidak sepintar manusia seusianya.
Ia tidak sempurna, dan seringkali berbuat semau-maunya.
Kadang ia berbohong, untuk menutupi kesalahannya.
Atau, hanya karena merasa takut kepada manusia-manusia yang lebih besar dan lebih pintar darinya.
Kadang, apapun pertanyaan yang diajukan kepadanya; ia menjawab "Tidak tahu."
Antara benar-benar tidak tahu atau supaya cepat saja dan tidak ingin berlama-lama ditanya.
Tapi malaikatku selalu ada.
Ia menemaniku di saat-saat susahku.
Di saat-saat sendiriku.
Jemarinya yang mungil pernah menghapus air mataku saat ia tak sengaja meleleh di pipiku.
Bahkan jiwanya yang berani pernah membela seorang wanita tua yang dihardik oleh kakek.
Dan hatinya yang besar, yang tak menyisakan dendam bagaimanapun kami manusia melukainya.
Bagi sebagian manusia, hal yang dilakukan malaikatku hanyalah hal yang biasa.
Saat ini, aku mengandung lagi di dalam rahimku
Dan malaikatku membuktikan sekali lagi bahwa ialah yang paling bahagia menyambut kedatangan saudaranya
Memeluknya saat tidur,
membacakannya cerita,
mengambilkanku tissue saat isi perut tak tertahankan ingin meronta
Dan salahkah jika aku selalu membelanya,
hanya karena aku adalah ibunya?
Hujan malam ini
Rintik yang meniti detik
Titik-titik yang menggenjot
tirai malam,
Menyelimuti dunia dengan
dinginnya
Dan menggelitik dengan
embunnya, titik demi titik
Apa yang paling menyenangkan
dari hujan? Untukku, saat bulirnya pertama kali menapak tanah lalu menyerap dan
menguap membawa serta bau tanah dan rerumputan. Ingin rasanya mengumpul
harumnya dalam botol, menutup lalu mendistilasinya. Akan kuhirup baunya, di
suatu saat dimana aku rindu.
Waktu kecil, aku senang
bermandi hujan. Berlari dan menari di tengahnya dan menengadah sambil memejam.
Terasa bulir-bulir menjatuhi muka lalu perlahan menggelosor ke sela kaos dan
celana dalam. Dingin. Satu-satunya cara untuk tetap hangat adalah dengan terus
bergerak. Tertawa. Berbecek-becek menyiprat-cipratkan lumpur ke sekeliling.
Hingga akhirnya mama memanggil dan menyuruhku mandi. Oh, tidak perlu air panas.
Satu lagi yang menjadi kesukaanku. Setelah berhujan-hujan, air bak mandi pasti
terasa hangat. Lalu kuguyur tubuh kecilku banyak-banyak.
Kebiasaanku menyambut hujan
berubah saat remaja. Kini aku lebih suka menunggunya di teras rumah. Menunggu
hujan angin yang kemudian menyapukan butir-butir air lembut ke wajahku. Lalu
aku akan memejam, merasakan bajuku yang mulai lembab. Kemudian kuyup. Lalu
kembali aku mandi dan menggelung di dalam selimut.
Satu dekade kemudian, aku
lebih suka menyambut hujan dengan seseorang. Berdansa di tengahnya sambil
mendengarkan musik kecil dari benang-benang putih yang merasuki telinga. Lalu
aku akan mengalungkan tanganku ke lehernya dan menunggunya menciumku. Atau, aku menciumnya. Tak masalah.
Stop. Tidak pernah kejadian.
Pertama, karena tidak ada
yang rela iPodnya kehujanan.
Ke dua, karena malu dilihat
orang.
Ke tiga, takut ketagihan.
Heran betapa cepat aku
menua. Karena kali ini, di usia ini, di malam ini, di detik ini, yang aku
inginkan di saat hujan malam ini adalah bercerita. Kepada mereka, mahluk-mahluk
kecil yang tak berdosa. Yang akan bergelung, berpasang-pasang kaki saling
menumpang dan menindih dalam satu selimut besar bermotif kotak-kotak dan
terbuat dari kain flannel. Lalu aku bercerita, tentang aku, tentang kakek nenek
mereka, tentang kamu, tentang mereka, tentang mengapa kita semua di sini. Tentang
apa saja.
Itu yang kuinginkan untuk
hujan malam ini.
Have faith
Whoever found the phrase "as easy as 1, 2, 3 or a, b, c"... he or she is wrong.
Teaching how to write, to read and counting, are not easy. Let alone of the stress when we know other kids in her / his age, already read aloud. But don't ever let them put you in despair. Have a faith, that every kid has their own phase.
It took me a big fight with my conservative environment who could not stop asking my son "You are five, can you read yet?" or "Can you count to a hundred?" or "One plus one equals to?"
My son being my son, he only shrug his shoulder and leave.
My argument those days would be "When he starts reading is not important, what important is what his readings are."
Well, you can guess that my argument was not enough.
It is the era of child oriented learning based. If we take a mirror and see our reflection, seriously, do you feel satisfied with the way you brought up? the way you learn things at school? do you realize their future would be way harder than us? Do you realize our kids will live in a world we don't know? And if we, as parents, don't know how the world would be in the future, don't you think the best we can do now is to guide our kids to know herself? Know her potential, limitation and what her wants.
The next question would be "Then why would you push her to learn she is not ready yet?"
Up to this moment, I am still amazed of how kid's brain works. They absorb almost everything and suddenly they connect them altogether one day. Without you even realized it.
That suddenly, they become bilingual.
That suddenly, they do the addition.
That suddenly, they drew you a comic.
That suddenly, they give you a letter with your name on it.
Don't ever lose the faith that kids have their own phase.
Instead of you pushing them do things you or the environment wish him to do,
you'd better get shape; so you will be ready at anytime.
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| Sneakily picked up a book. Enid Blyton's today |
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| Picked The Giving Tree before bed |
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| And suddenly, mommy got lots of love letters |
The book of fourteenth
Quite draggy, but it was
getting interesting after having it half read.
"What makes life is hell and hell is hellish, is expectation."
- Maddy Spencer, 13 y.o, the hell newbie -
Nighttime
The night is so calm. I can only hear the screeching sound
of grasshoppers and my rabbit nibbling her last carrot. I am sitting in the
backyard, underneath the big mango tree that is delivering its last batch
harvest for the year. From in between its branches, I can peep the moon in a
funny shape. Beaming its light in the highly polluted vague sky of the city.
Nighttime is magical. It is when all the toys in Nutcracker
came alive. It is when Cinderella’s golden carriage turned into pumpkin. It is
when people dancing or running in their dreams. The night has its own magical
language to unveil what was hidden during the sun.
I am not a fan boy of zombie. Or Dracula. Or vampires. I am
a fan boy of the moon. I am amazed of her devotion in watching people from
above. She painted people’s character on the endless landscape of night sky.
She goes everywhere we go. She is such a beauty.
I love nighttime. For me, nighttime is the best time to
write. Just like tonight. My fingers are dancing on the keyboard and are trying
to avoid the cursor to move backward. It has been a while since I last wrote.
Not because I don’t have things to ponder, in contrary, there are too much
things going on inside me. You know, those come and go thoughts that leave
traces you cannot erase.
I am thinking about time. How it flies when we look at our
children. How we want to get back when we see our parents. How it rolls up when
we see people in our shoes and we will be on theirs the next time we never
know. How it can be so expensive yet we need to chunk the time and give it to
different occasion everyday (specially for a working mom). How we wish the time
could wait. How we wish the time could forgive rather than forget.
Nighttime, and the clock busily ticking; knitting codes of
what would be offered by daytime.
She makes me laugh
Me:
Jadi ya ... Titan udah punya pacar belum?
Titan:
Dimana? di sekolah yang sekarang?
Me:
Iya.
Titan:
Kalau di sekolah yang sekarang, enggak ada. Di sekolah dulu tuh ada.
Me:
Siapa?
Titan:
Ada, namanya Putri Yogi.
Me:
O, ya? Ah, bunda pernah denger sih ... masih ya sama yang itu? Emang kenapa sih suka banget sama Putri Yogi?
Titan:
She's funny bunda. She makes me laugh.
Me:
kok bisa?
Titan:
Iya. Abis Putri kalo pake bedak tuh belepotan mukanya. Jadi lucu.
Me:
Oalaaaah
Titan:
Iya, jadinya Titan ketawa kalo ngeliat. Kalau di sekolah yang sekarang, engga ada yang belepotan bedaknya, jadi enggak ada yang bikin Titan ketawa.
Me:
*Dalam hati* ... ya ampun ... jadi semua orang tuh sama yah. Udah fitrah kalau kita pengen pendamping yang bikin kita bahagia. Makasih ya Titan udah ngajarin Bunda :)
Jadi ya ... Titan udah punya pacar belum?
Titan:
Dimana? di sekolah yang sekarang?
Me:
Iya.
Titan:
Kalau di sekolah yang sekarang, enggak ada. Di sekolah dulu tuh ada.
Me:
Siapa?
Titan:
Ada, namanya Putri Yogi.
Me:
O, ya? Ah, bunda pernah denger sih ... masih ya sama yang itu? Emang kenapa sih suka banget sama Putri Yogi?
Titan:
She's funny bunda. She makes me laugh.
Me:
kok bisa?
Titan:
Iya. Abis Putri kalo pake bedak tuh belepotan mukanya. Jadi lucu.
Me:
Oalaaaah
Titan:
Iya, jadinya Titan ketawa kalo ngeliat. Kalau di sekolah yang sekarang, engga ada yang belepotan bedaknya, jadi enggak ada yang bikin Titan ketawa.
Me:
*Dalam hati* ... ya ampun ... jadi semua orang tuh sama yah. Udah fitrah kalau kita pengen pendamping yang bikin kita bahagia. Makasih ya Titan udah ngajarin Bunda :)
Mango Float
For another potluck party in the office.
And like any other potluck I attended in my previous office,
mango float is my signature.
Black Hole
Don't let the name fool you. Black hole is anything but the empty space.
It is a super-massive star that goes off, loses its gravity and falls to the end of nowhere.
It sucks everything around it.
It is pitch black, not ever a light can get through.
It wiped off its trace, then it is gone.
Have you ever feel being like the dead star?
On a one fine day, you suddenly lost your gravity and fall to the deepest ground.
Being sucked and sucks everything around you.
So deep you will lost your breath and falls deeper and deeper and deeper.
You go down under to the bottomless you don't know where you are, what to do, what to feel.
Fading out.
To me, black hole comes in a form of a test pack.
A letter to you
I named you Malicca. Means you are the greatest gift ever from the Mightiest of all, Allah.
I named you Titan, one of 53 Saturn's moon and the largest. The only thing in the Milky Way that has atmosphere, beside earth. You are the earth in its primordial days, freezed and awaiting to form.
In Orphic ways, you are the ancestor of the human race. Zeus struck you with lightning and you burnt to ashes. From the ashes, a man was formed.
In a simpler way, you are a hope. From the Almighty.
This is my first letter to you, and might be not the only one. This is my first letter after you sent me so many many letters you slipped underneath my door. Your letters with your drawing inside them. With so many heart shapes, your name and my name.
In this letter, I want to say you thanks. For everything. For every little power you gave me. For every reasons you made for me to keep going and keep dreaming. When the doctor said you were impossible to happen because of your tiny 14mm egg source, you were born with 3,7 kilograms. You are my strength, you are the impossible that possibly happened in my life.
In this letter, I want you to know how much I love you. I love your questions, I love your cry, I love your " I want to be alone" thingy then you closed your door, I love your every nags, I love your witty excuses, I love the way you dance, I love your singing that never stops unless you sleep, I love your words every night "Good nite Bunda, tomorrow will be a better day" which I don't know where you got it from. I love how you take care of me real good. I love everything about you. Simply because I am your mom.
I see you everyday and I watch you grow. But one thing for you to know, that I am not going to be here forever; no matter how much we want to. Someday you will be bigger and find no one on your side. Someday you will wake up on the wrong side of the bed and regret every single turn you made.
When those happens, please remember what I am saying to you now ...
"When that day come, be aware that you are not alone. You have yourself and The Mightiest power with you. The Mightiest who created you like I told you above. The Almighty who turned the impossible possible. You got Allah and you got my pray.
You may not lose yourself, no matter how you lost your way.
And as long as you have the courage to stop and the power to start, you will be okay."
I love you always, Malicca. Always.
Bunda.
I named you Titan, one of 53 Saturn's moon and the largest. The only thing in the Milky Way that has atmosphere, beside earth. You are the earth in its primordial days, freezed and awaiting to form.
In Orphic ways, you are the ancestor of the human race. Zeus struck you with lightning and you burnt to ashes. From the ashes, a man was formed.
In a simpler way, you are a hope. From the Almighty.
This is my first letter to you, and might be not the only one. This is my first letter after you sent me so many many letters you slipped underneath my door. Your letters with your drawing inside them. With so many heart shapes, your name and my name.
In this letter, I want to say you thanks. For everything. For every little power you gave me. For every reasons you made for me to keep going and keep dreaming. When the doctor said you were impossible to happen because of your tiny 14mm egg source, you were born with 3,7 kilograms. You are my strength, you are the impossible that possibly happened in my life.
In this letter, I want you to know how much I love you. I love your questions, I love your cry, I love your " I want to be alone" thingy then you closed your door, I love your every nags, I love your witty excuses, I love the way you dance, I love your singing that never stops unless you sleep, I love your words every night "Good nite Bunda, tomorrow will be a better day" which I don't know where you got it from. I love how you take care of me real good. I love everything about you. Simply because I am your mom.
I see you everyday and I watch you grow. But one thing for you to know, that I am not going to be here forever; no matter how much we want to. Someday you will be bigger and find no one on your side. Someday you will wake up on the wrong side of the bed and regret every single turn you made.
When those happens, please remember what I am saying to you now ...
"When that day come, be aware that you are not alone. You have yourself and The Mightiest power with you. The Mightiest who created you like I told you above. The Almighty who turned the impossible possible. You got Allah and you got my pray.
You may not lose yourself, no matter how you lost your way.
And as long as you have the courage to stop and the power to start, you will be okay."
I love you always, Malicca. Always.
Bunda.
A letter to Malicca
I named you Malicca. Means you are the greatest gift ever from the Mightiest of all, Allah.
I named you Titan, one of 53 Saturn's moon and the largest. The only thing in the Milky Way that has atmosphere, beside earth. You are the earth in its primordial days, freezed and awaiting to form.
In Orphic ways, you are the ancestor of the human race. Zeus struck you with lightning and you burnt to ashes. From the ashes, a man was formed.
In a simpler way, you are a hope. From the Almighty.
This is my first letter to you, and might be not the only one. This is my first letter after you sent me so many many letters you slipped underneath my door. Your letters with your drawing inside them. With so many heart shapes, your name and my name.
In this letter, I want to say you thanks. For everything. For every little power you gave me. For every reasons you made for me to keep going and keep dreaming. When the doctor said you were impossible to happen because of your tiny 14mm egg source, you were born with 3,7 kilograms. You are my strength, you are the impossible that possibly happened in my life.
In this letter, I want you to know how much I love you. I love your questions, I love your cry, I love your " I want to be alone" thingy then you closed your door, I love your every nags, I love your witty excuses, I love the way you dance, I love your singing that never stops unless you sleep, I love your words every night "Good nite Bunda, tomorrow will be a better day" which I don't know where you got it from. I love how you take care of me real good. I love everything about you. Simply because I am your mom.
I see you everyday and I watch you grow. But one thing for you to know, that I am not going to be here forever; no matter how much we want to. Someday you will be bigger and find no one on your side. Someday you will wake up on the wrong side of the bed and regret every single turn you made.
When those happens, please remember what I am saying to you now ...
"When that day come, be aware that you are not alone. You have yourself and The Mightiest power with you. The Mightiest who created you like I told you above. The Almighty who turned the impossible possible. You got Allah and you got my pray."
You may not lose yourself, no matter how you lost your way. And as long as you have the courage to start and the power to stop, you will be okay.
I love you always, Malicca. Always.
Bunda.
I named you Titan, one of 53 Saturn's moon and the largest. The only thing in the Milky Way that has atmosphere, beside earth. You are the earth in its primordial days, freezed and awaiting to form.
In Orphic ways, you are the ancestor of the human race. Zeus struck you with lightning and you burnt to ashes. From the ashes, a man was formed.
In a simpler way, you are a hope. From the Almighty.
This is my first letter to you, and might be not the only one. This is my first letter after you sent me so many many letters you slipped underneath my door. Your letters with your drawing inside them. With so many heart shapes, your name and my name.
In this letter, I want to say you thanks. For everything. For every little power you gave me. For every reasons you made for me to keep going and keep dreaming. When the doctor said you were impossible to happen because of your tiny 14mm egg source, you were born with 3,7 kilograms. You are my strength, you are the impossible that possibly happened in my life.
In this letter, I want you to know how much I love you. I love your questions, I love your cry, I love your " I want to be alone" thingy then you closed your door, I love your every nags, I love your witty excuses, I love the way you dance, I love your singing that never stops unless you sleep, I love your words every night "Good nite Bunda, tomorrow will be a better day" which I don't know where you got it from. I love how you take care of me real good. I love everything about you. Simply because I am your mom.
I see you everyday and I watch you grow. But one thing for you to know, that I am not going to be here forever; no matter how much we want to. Someday you will be bigger and find no one on your side. Someday you will wake up on the wrong side of the bed and regret every single turn you made.
When those happens, please remember what I am saying to you now ...
"When that day come, be aware that you are not alone. You have yourself and The Mightiest power with you. The Mightiest who created you like I told you above. The Almighty who turned the impossible possible. You got Allah and you got my pray."
You may not lose yourself, no matter how you lost your way. And as long as you have the courage to start and the power to stop, you will be okay.
I love you always, Malicca. Always.
Bunda.
Angel
T:
Bunda, Titan pengen punya bidadari
M:
You do have them. They called angels. They are the ones who love you and protect you.
T:
Protect me from bad people, bunda?
M:
Yes, they are.
T:
Oh, I know.
M:
What?
T:
You are my angel, Bunda. You love me and protect me from bad people. I love you!
M:
*teary eyes*
A before-dinner conversation between me and my 5 years old satellite
Bunda, Titan pengen punya bidadari
M:
You do have them. They called angels. They are the ones who love you and protect you.
T:
Protect me from bad people, bunda?
M:
Yes, they are.
T:
Oh, I know.
M:
What?
T:
You are my angel, Bunda. You love me and protect me from bad people. I love you!
M:
*teary eyes*
A before-dinner conversation between me and my 5 years old satellite
Heikal told me,
as long as you have the courage to start,
as long as you have the power to stop,
all will be ok.
Heikal told me,
as long as you have the courage to start,
as long as you have the power to stop,
all will be ok.
To Malicca, about quitting my job
Dear Malicca,
There was once you asked me this question.
"Bunda, kapan sih bunda berhenti bekerja?"
Hmm, it took me a while until I finally answered you.
Baby,
I am working for a reason. Reasons, to be exact.
I am working for you, that is my most and top priority. For my parents, and for me.
I want to give you the best education I can afford.
And in this country, good education costs a lot of money.
And when I am mentioning good education, means not only the system but also the mindset they have to raise children.
I want to take you travel the world.
I want you to see many things, learnt from various source and meet people.
And travel, is not free.
I want to help my parents.
They are old, they are pension, I want to take care of them.
Pay their bills, find them a good maid, i want to give them the best doctor when they got sick one day.
And they are not free.
And there are so many other things I want to do.
I want to paint our house, build a garden and cook the finest foods,
... and they cost money.
You nodded as if you understood. Well, I really hope you did because you then said this
"I like my school, Bunda. I like going to school."
I smiled.
My dear satellite, there is nothing more I could be happier for, than to know how you love your school.
We had been in that situation when getting to school was very stressful for me and you.
When you cried, when you never told me a single story about your school or friends, I could even remember your face as we hit the gate. You looked so stressful.
Now knowing you loved your school ... I am so happy.
You deserve the best, my satellite.
Yes, you do.
That's why I am working.
That's my answer.
There was once you asked me this question.
"Bunda, kapan sih bunda berhenti bekerja?"
Hmm, it took me a while until I finally answered you.
Baby,
I am working for a reason. Reasons, to be exact.
I am working for you, that is my most and top priority. For my parents, and for me.
I want to give you the best education I can afford.
And in this country, good education costs a lot of money.
And when I am mentioning good education, means not only the system but also the mindset they have to raise children.
I want to take you travel the world.
I want you to see many things, learnt from various source and meet people.
And travel, is not free.
I want to help my parents.
They are old, they are pension, I want to take care of them.
Pay their bills, find them a good maid, i want to give them the best doctor when they got sick one day.
And they are not free.
And there are so many other things I want to do.
I want to paint our house, build a garden and cook the finest foods,
... and they cost money.
You nodded as if you understood. Well, I really hope you did because you then said this
"I like my school, Bunda. I like going to school."
I smiled.
My dear satellite, there is nothing more I could be happier for, than to know how you love your school.
We had been in that situation when getting to school was very stressful for me and you.
When you cried, when you never told me a single story about your school or friends, I could even remember your face as we hit the gate. You looked so stressful.
Now knowing you loved your school ... I am so happy.
You deserve the best, my satellite.
Yes, you do.
That's why I am working.
That's my answer.
Nenek Cantik
T:
Bunda, look!
B:
I cannot, I am driving. Ada apa sih emangnya?
T:
Itu, tadi ada nenek-nenek pake baju pink.
Rambutnya putih. Putiiih semua.
Tapi masih cantik, Nda!
Keren, deh!
B:
O, ya? Wah, kok bisa ya nenek-nenek udah tua tapi masih cantik?
T:
Sulap kali, Nda!
- Malicca umur 5 tahun 5 bulan, Bunda umur 33 tahun 6 bulan, dalam perjalanan pagi menuju sekolah -
Bunda, look!
B:
I cannot, I am driving. Ada apa sih emangnya?
T:
Itu, tadi ada nenek-nenek pake baju pink.
Rambutnya putih. Putiiih semua.
Tapi masih cantik, Nda!
Keren, deh!
B:
O, ya? Wah, kok bisa ya nenek-nenek udah tua tapi masih cantik?
T:
Sulap kali, Nda!
- Malicca umur 5 tahun 5 bulan, Bunda umur 33 tahun 6 bulan, dalam perjalanan pagi menuju sekolah -
I am a proud mom
Dear Malicca,
One night you were being a little jerk, seriously. You were like a whirlwind.
You acted harsh to me and Nini,
you were being defensive and said no to most of the things I told you.
You were not like what you usually were. You were different that night.
I wonder what happened. Then I asked you to talk.
Amazingly, you understood what I meant. "Let's talk." I have said.
And we went in to Nini's bed room and we started to talk.
I always amazed with your skill in describing your feelings.
You were only five, but I respected how honest you were about your feelings.
Then you told me scene by scene about how upset you were when your friends did not reckon what you said to them. Yes, it was Bagas the kid next to our house.
You were playing with him when you told him not to hurt himself by playing underneath a truck.
Yes, a truck. But he didn't listen. Then you got upset.
Then you went off, but deep inside you still wanted to play with him.
But you were pissed off.
Malicca, you did the right thing by telling your friend what you think was right.
You did the right thing by warning a friend of a danger he was facing in.
But that's it. That's what you can do as a friend, to remind your friends.
Either they take it or not, its their call.
One other thing is, if you want people to listen to you; listen to them first.
That's the rule of this universe. When you do good deeds, they'll come back to you somehow.
Some people call it 'What goes around, comes around.'
But you know what, despite of the things you told me,
I am so proud of you.
You had the courage to remind your friend.
You said what you want to say.
You had the courage to be honest with your self, to me, by telling what you are feeling at that moment in Nini's bed room.
You are only five, but you can do a grown up might not able to do.
:)
One night you were being a little jerk, seriously. You were like a whirlwind.
You acted harsh to me and Nini,
you were being defensive and said no to most of the things I told you.
You were not like what you usually were. You were different that night.
I wonder what happened. Then I asked you to talk.
Amazingly, you understood what I meant. "Let's talk." I have said.
And we went in to Nini's bed room and we started to talk.
I always amazed with your skill in describing your feelings.
You were only five, but I respected how honest you were about your feelings.
Then you told me scene by scene about how upset you were when your friends did not reckon what you said to them. Yes, it was Bagas the kid next to our house.
You were playing with him when you told him not to hurt himself by playing underneath a truck.
Yes, a truck. But he didn't listen. Then you got upset.
Then you went off, but deep inside you still wanted to play with him.
But you were pissed off.
Malicca, you did the right thing by telling your friend what you think was right.
You did the right thing by warning a friend of a danger he was facing in.
But that's it. That's what you can do as a friend, to remind your friends.
Either they take it or not, its their call.
One other thing is, if you want people to listen to you; listen to them first.
That's the rule of this universe. When you do good deeds, they'll come back to you somehow.
Some people call it 'What goes around, comes around.'
But you know what, despite of the things you told me,
I am so proud of you.
You had the courage to remind your friend.
You said what you want to say.
You had the courage to be honest with your self, to me, by telling what you are feeling at that moment in Nini's bed room.
You are only five, but you can do a grown up might not able to do.
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