02nd of April 2022
Again, I stayed up till 03.00 in the morning. Setting up my new phone. Finding the way to save my WhatsApp history with him. I cannot lose it anymore. I lost it once. Even for a few chats, I feel wasted. The starred messages, the "I love you" things. The cringe texts. God, my motivation in there. And it is gone. Sad? Of course. I'm quite sad. I want to keep all of our history. So, whenever we are in a fight, I can go through that and remember that before, we are loving to each other. That this is just another stone that want to block our path to our destination. So, I just make it using my way. I just sent the entire chat between you and me through Telegram. What is more funny, I sent in under my dad's account. Hope he did not smart enough to notice about this. And another chat that important to me is the chat between Dr Rossuriati and me. Again, I sent it to someone else, which is my sister.
Ramadhan is here again. Some get the chance to meet him and some just gone. And the others, do not even know how grateful they are, meeting this incredible month of fasting again. Everyone is excited about it. The supermarket is full of people buying stock of food. The radio started to play the related song of Ramadan, or even Syawal already. Some shops already sell ketupat and rendang. Look scrumptious. All the boutique display their variety of clothes. Everything becomes too beautiful to me. Just like before. Like three years ago. Every mosque looks like a full house. People performing their Terawikh prayer. I really, really miss this moment. And you are too. You are too excited about it. This is the first time you spammed me a bunch of texts. You look so happy today. Celebrating Ramadhan. I'm glad for you. Please, be happy like this. No matter how stressed you are, please, remember this moment. How beautiful you are, knowing the fact that you can enter the mosque again. Walking around the bazaar again. Lost in the shopping mall again. This Ramadhan is the first Ramadhan of us. I hope that it will always be for us. Let's stay together again till the next Ramadhan.
My dad sulking with me and my mom on our way home. To be honest, I do not even know where it went wrong. Did he want to drive the car back home? I don't know. Even if it was the reason, my mom will never agree with it. My dad's driving skill was okay. But sometimes, he just too chaotic. His sights is not good as before and sometimes, he forgets to give signals or even to look at the side mirror before cutting the line. It is dangerous. Yes, everyone may do it sometimes, but not as dangerous as him. I need to sleep early tonight. Tomorrow is the first day of fasting. And I don't want to miss it. I already missed you. Great. I'm too sweet when you are not here. Damn, I cannot do it again in front of you.