I’m glad that you have
moved to Jakarta. So I can run to you when I got stuck with people here. Like
several years ago…
You never ask me why and
what is the problem even though I came to you with my bad ayes after crying so
badly.
It’s okay that I can’t tell
you everything that I want to tell.
The thing is you give me
your story. I’m glad that you trust me.
When suddenly I run to you,
exactly I wanna tell you something. But still,
