This boy I’m telling you, he’s kind of special…  :“)

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When the first time I met  him, he already gave me a bad impression of him by asking this very impolite question:

”So you were born at 1984?  Gees Dhitta, you’re so old” 

Damn him. 

The subject of Basic English made us shared the same team.  It all started when I tried to collect some information about all of my team mates, or at least trying to get to know and remember their faces since we were just met. So I could draw their attention to me, I shouted each one of their names loudly to the class. Then he came near me, claiming that he’s one of my team mates.  At one point of our small talks, he asked my year of birth.  And when he got my answer, he then stated the hurting question I mentioned in this early article.  I just couldn’t help to hate him since.  Teenagers! Very insensitive!  Being three years younger than me doesn’t make him has the right to insult me.  My little brother who is four years younger than me doesn’t do that, you cocky moron!   You think you’re so great, huh?  Well for your information, I do too, work in a company that is owned by the government.  In fact, I think mine’s better because we have things to sell, not just sit around and auditing other people’s financial statement.  Beat that!

But since he was smart, and I always thought that smart boys are just damn sexy (and I think in some sort of point of view he’s quite cute), we got closer each week.  The task to give the class a presentation had made us discussed things.  Lots of things.  We shared our opinion about our companies, our studies (hell, of course we do!), even our love lives.  I sat right beside him in class.  We cooperated at tests (whoops!)   We had dinner together.  We became best friends.

Until that night, November 25, during the Computer Application class, while laughing (his defense: “it was to cover my nervousness!”) he asked me to be his girl (he already broke up with his girl by that time)  Aaaawww…. Could this little boy be any nicer than that?  So I, with the same silliness he had that night, painted the sentence “I do” in the very old fashioned computer in front of me.  I thought coldly, “He’s definitely not that bad, just to have some fun time around”

He broke me up the three days after. 

Only for proposing me right after it.

Ya Allah, what kind of guy you sent me here?  An angel?

Well anyway, I won’t tell you what answer I gave him, but we had our first date yesterday, precisely a month after he asked me to be his lover (it was pure coincident, we didn’t plan it, the day just matched like that) And by the time we sat together in front of my dorm (they forbid us to welcome a guest in our room after nine pm.  Yeah, they’re suck) I saw it, in his eyes, the undemanding love that I’ve been desperately searching for all this time.  And only a fool would throw away a man like him, who doesn’t care about your family background, your scandalous love life, your stubborn and lame brain, and even your fats, but you.  I decided not to be one.

So there we were under the night sky which was accessorized by beautiful fireworks (they’re actually for celebrating Christmas, but I positively assumed that they’re lighted especially for us) holding each other’s hand, and simply felt this warm and happiness inside our hearts.

Then I silently pray “God, I think I love him.  Please don’t take him away from me until death do us part.  Hmm, actually You have the right to take him at any time You wish, but… at least, don’t be too hurry.  Amin” 

Then you look at me

And I always see

What I have been searching for

I’m lost as can be

Then you look at me

And I am not lost anymore…

-Then You Look at Me, Celine Dion-

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Dedicated to…  Hmm, he knows who he is, in celebrating his birthday on January 7.  I thank God for that sweet limitless affection of yours. I just can’t wait until it’s come our time to declare our vow to the world so I can give you all of me.  See you later, boy! 

…my baby boy…