Seize the day

It's been 5 years since the first time we met. Ika and I now are engaged for two years and probably long after that. We will be partners, friends, sisters, and big cheerleaders for each other. I am sure that God's sent her to me, among many choices and combination in this world. Welcome, sis... !!!   

What would happen if a mathematician (Fitra) meet a statistician (Cicik). You may bet that they'll get along pretty well and communicate mostly in numbers and formulas. They don't even need English. That's cool, isn't it?

How many friends do I have? How many of them still keep in touch with me? How many of them always in my heart and mind? Not too many, I guess. I didn’t plan it that but I won’t claim that I have many friends in this world. Girls to boys ratio?  Approximately 4 to 1; I got along well with girls (I don’t have too much complaints) as well as with ‘some’ boys.  

I never thought about gay guys. Shamelessly, I once wished that this will make things less complicated. Ika said that gay guys are girls' best friends in the world. I still wanna believe that best friend's things are free from gender issue. It's supposed to be, at least.

I miss them all now. I miss ones who live and who’s waiting for me up there. I think I grew up with them and to some extent, they gave me more influence than I thought before. They are my role models of dos and don’ts. I love them. I just pray that they’re safe somewhere, happy, and as kind-hearted as I can remember.  

I remember him mostly on his funny face, generosity, and, of course, sensitivity. During our college years, we took the public transportation to get home. The long trips were not at all boring or torching when I had him around. He made me laugh easily, either at his story or at ourselves. Other passengers in the cab frowned at us, usually with sharp looks in their eyes.  Who cared? We didn’t. Surely, fun time never die!

We took our afternoon meal at Solaria last week. He told me that he’s got a bit bored with his current job. He’s waiting for the offer from the World Bank. Big step, I think. Despite his professional achievements, whatever they are that made him rich, he’s still the old Guna who forgot or mistook everything for everything else. He couldn’t recall my story with my last to-be BF in campus. Great. I think I am lucky that he didn’t forget my name or mistook me for another person.

He also stays the same in term of his attention and kind heart. He never saves his praise. We chatted about our past time (nothing beat that time), our condition (he’s not married yet but loves children, if you want to know), and our dreams. So many points and much fun for just over one hour rendevouz. Hope to see you again, bro!