So I've moved to Rempoa, I live beside my poor aunt. She has money, but she has poor relationship with her family. I, myself, respect his husband (rest in peace) who was a very hardworker, a nice person with leadership skill and stayed in the "Indonesian most wanted consultant" status until the rest of his life. I have lived with her family for like 4 months in my first days of college. Even though he wasn't talkative and didn't have friendly impression but he cared about me so much. I could say he took care about me much better than my aunt. Mom sent money from Malang to my aunt for me, I don't know how much. She trusted aunt to manage it daily for me and she gave me Rp10.000 daily and it was like... wow man, I didn't have lunch. Yes, it's true. Rp10.000 was enough to go to campus and back home again. Only for the transportation but I didn't complain, didn't talk about it at all. I guess Uncle noticed that it was far from enough and he often gave me more money. And when I finally out of his house, lived alone near campus, he noticed that I was sick. OMG, even the whole Aunties I have in the world didn't. It was a big family event and I had to come. I managed to, and met the Rempoa family there. My Uncle said nothing but the next day he sent his driver to pick me up and drove me to hospital for medical check. I caught typhus. This unforgettable Uncle passed away and left his wife and son who only know about comfort and blind of the hardwork behind the scene. They are a big family, there are two daughters a son from the former marriage. They married and moved out, only Aunt and her youngest son living there. The house I am living now is a spare of theirs. Aunt feels that her house is too big for two persons (maybe there was too many space to clean including a garden, since his son never help anything) so she wants to give the half of his house to my family. My dad was so freakin happy, it's everyone's dream to have (not to rent) a house but my mom who knows her sister better, said no. BIG NO. There are daughters and sons who are the heiress of that house and there is no agreement or such things like that from them. Aunt kept pushing my dad to build, and dad happily borrowed money from here and there to build the house. Yes. Disaster happens again and again to my family brought to you by Hyundai (sponsor), no, I mean yes here it is... There he goes, there he goes again. My dad always has surprises for us! Yaay! Trouble!
Wow, where should I start? So my comeback to dance class after a month break (sebulan aje dibahas...gimana lebih? Udah jadi buku keleus :D) had been a wild ride. Right away rehearsal for a performance and coordinating an event at the same time. Berto gave me this job from IDF, where I worked as P.I.C for Dance Writing Workshop. My girl IKAN said why am I taking the job if I am so busy? The answer is clear: I need to pay college. Ikan said she can just lend me money and I can focus on my thesis. God, bless this human that is my best friend. That's very kind and thoughtful of her. Anyway, I took the job so I was running 2 events at the same time. One in Cikini, Central Jakarta and one in SOM, South Tangerang. I became an adept Commuter Line user. I no longer mistaken peron 1 with peron 2 and silly things like that, like not knowing which gate I should enter after scanning my card to enter the peron. Duh. Duh 100x. I wasn't particularly on diet but I really didn't want to ea...
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