Hmm,, what about you? For me, the most comfortable place to live is in my home, with my parents and my sisters beside me. It felt something different when i still lived with my family. It’s so comfortable and beyond my words. Even it beats the fifth star hotel full with its great facilities. When i am with my mom, my dad, and my sisters, i’m always happy. Mom can always cheer me up, and she can wrap my face with a pearly smile.
Actually, since i was 17, i had moved to Bandung and lived separately from my beloved parents. But, the time can’t change my feeling, and the time can’t decrease my sadness of living far away from my beloved. Until now, everytime i get homesick and i wanna feel homey, i still cry for missing them. Maybe you believe or you don’t believe (yes, it’s up to you), everytime i go home to Medan, and if there’s a time when i have to back to this J-Town, i always cry in the plane. I just can’t resist my tears fall down from my eyes everytime i hug and kiss mom, dad, and sisters, and say BYE BYE MEDAN, SEE YOU NEXT TIME. My family is the best. Lucky me having a caring mom and dad. Love you too much ma, pa. Every Ramadhan month comes, i still cry too. I always miss the moments of Ramadhan months with my family. I miss the fast-breakingwith my family, i miss the sahur, i miss the tarawih night with them too.
Ahhh, my dear God, i do hate this cranky Jakarta. Can i move from here? I wish someday i could. How i miss my childhood when i still lived with my parents, my sisters, without thinking any trouble problems, without even thinking about the job which i dislike. God, please turn back the time. If i could, i want to go back to my past when i still lived in Medan.
hmmm …