And theen.... kami sahur. Oke, Uki, impianmu untuk sahur pertama bareng keluarga sudah tercapai, you had sahur with my mummy, my dudduy, and me. Sahur dgn sangat sederhana, nasi dan telur dadar. Ada oseng tempe yang enak banget nggak tau siapa yang bikin. Uki makannya banyak tp malu-malu. Alhamdulillah dia suka telur dadar mama yg pake tomat dan cabe yg banyak. Abis itu kami tidur lagi. Aku ga bisa tidur karena bokap membangunkanku ditengah mimpi indah. I hate this to the bone. He woke me up to help him push his bedroom door. Nothing is normal, here, huh?! Dan seharian itu aku BT karena ngga bisa tidur padahal cape banget. Intinya sih sentimen aja sama bokap hehehe. Si Uki udah mandi (setelah kupaksa) jam 1 siang karena katanya keretanya berangkat jam 5 sore berarti dia dijemput Sorong di Jl.Perdagangan jam 3an. Tetapi sampe jam 3 si Sorong masih di Depok. Aku pun mulai tertawa-tawa, meyakinkan Uki bahwa ia akan menginap di sini semalam lagi.
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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