My mother is my bestfriend yet my enemy. She’s the best one. I can rely on her everytime I need her. We can hate each other, too. Geez, I wrote this when I’m still in ‘angkot’.
This is wet afternoon in Bekasi. Rainy season comes. and my eyes almost wept when I’m writing this.
It’s been a month I’m away from home. Rare phone calls. I’ve been busy all the weeks. I missed her so much.
I love you, Mom. Feels I want to exchange anything for your hugs and kisses.