Good Partner

As a good partner, I should understand and be patient when he’s busy in hospital. I mean really busy he can’t even call or reply even one text/ chat. I should understand when his girl friend comes to town and he asked permission to spend days with her. Like he did last weekend. 

I lost my weigh these last six months due to my depression. Nobody knows about the reason. Everytime Mom or Akbar or my friends ask, I only say: I don’t have appetite to eat. Mom say I have lost half of my body. 

Akbar is concern,too. He puts attention to my weigh now. Everytime he calls, he reminds me to eat much. Last night we met he said he has the special programme.
“I want to gain your weigh! I will treat you eating delicious food so you will be fat again!” 

I laughed. I okayed him.

How sweet of him really. 
His family is coming next week and he asked me to meet them. 



The City

I got an offer to work out of town, to be an editor in a national media. It excited me, really. However, unfortunately I said no. 

I can’t leave Makassar again. I don’t want to. 

Years ago, I wanted to go out from this city so much. Every place somehow reminded me of the memories I want to forget. 

But then I came back and I met Akbar and I turned to love this city so much. My family is here either. My Mom also forbids me to leave home before I get marry. 

I start to make beautiful memories here and make it as homey as I could.  

Ah, anyway, I am going to teach again on Monday! It’s a small office in Haji Bau Street, near Wisma Kalla. Different challenge, different place. 

Allah knows best.