A Pile of Misses in Words.

Mas Yoki's Letter:part 4

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Armed with the words taught by the guide. Every time I go to the bule house.

I just throw it, a rejection speech that the guide taught me.

First of all, there are offended, but over time the subscriptions or customer bule it understand him as well.

Sometimes I even get tips from them.

Because they are too busy working.

I changed my habit of going home once every three months.

For a moment to visit the family in East Java.

But I offset it by transferring, a little bit of my income every month. Although still far from the word as the backbone of the family.

But I still keep in contact with the family, and the road goes on.

Although just ask the health of my father and school siblings.

Not felt until just every day I go home.

To make myself like a child who lost her mother.

But I did all that, just wanted to prove, if I'm serious about work.

Oh yeah, Wulan Deck.

It is incomplete as a normal human being.

I didn't tell my romance story.

Hehehe.

I had known and close to fellow nomads, but not long ago it was disbanded.

It was also because the girl was hunted in her parents' matchmaking.

Well.

Just a sincere and steadfast feeling, I responded.

Maybe it's not my soul mate yet. After a long time alone.

I get acquainted and commit together.

But again there is a barrier. Even my relationship on this one, forced to make me have to pull.

Because we are different religions (for example, he is Hindu).

Of course, his family refused my presence.

Where there is one condition that I must do. In order to continue my relationship, that is, the way I had to convert.

With the lure in the love of a piece of material.

Wow, that's heavy.

Not to mention a friend told my family.

About my relationship and my love.

No doubt my whole family protested loudly and gave me choice.

If I want to continue my relationship with my girlfriend.

I better not go home, as my family wishes.

Shortly thereafter.

I finally decided to end our relationship.

Than I had to sacrifice my religion and my family.

After that, I drowned myself in my work routine.

Even though my working hours are only up to four in the afternoon.

But I helped out on the project late into the night.

And sometimes replace drivers who do not go to work.

I did not dare to open my heart.

It didn't feel like three years passed by my loneliness.

Not the name Bali if you do not spend the night with alcohol.

Perhaps the phrase can represent the atmosphere of Denpasar city at night.

Until that habit rubbed off on my workplace. Moreover, work friends spend a lot of salary, by partying drinks.

Maybe one to two months.

I can avoid just leaving.

So that I don't go with friends who are drunk.

But over time I felt not strong with such an atmosphere.

I finally decided to go it alone. Instead of advising those who end up being a storm with their own friends.

Costing is not easy for me.

Because I have to prepare everything first.

Until I became absent did not transfer money to my parents for two months.

But before I gave an explanation first, to them. The reason why I am spending.

It turned out that both of my parents did not mind and fully supported my move.

I started hunting for boarding houses not far from where I worked.

And most importantly free from the drunkards.

I finally got a boarding place that had such a ban.

And I just fucked up right there.

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I try to be professional. Without avoiding friends who like to party drinks.

Even though sometimes they ask me why I'm cheating.

But I always answer.

"If at any time there are relatives from the village to visit and stay overnight.

I have my own place, "I told all my friends.

Relieved, fun and feeling free.

Because I have friends who are all workaholic.

Go early in the morning and go home late at night.

Only on Sunday.

Friends boarding at get-togethers and usually sightseeing to tourist attractions outside the area.

Well, than the money for the party.

It would be much better if you take a walk and follow new friends.

They still live in Bali.

At the same time you can see the natural scenery of the Island of the Gods is very beautiful.

Six months I've been living as a boarding boy. Until I ventured again

To open my heart and hope to correct the mistakes of the past.

I accidentally got a call from my old school friend.

Despite his initial nostalgic past, but in the middle of the conversation he says. If my ex-boyfriend from SMEA was single.

And then my friend gave me my ex-boyfriend's phone number.

Until one day I messed with my ex-boyfriend.

And just at the time of the Eid.

I met him.

Where he and I agreed to go back.

Honestly, that was my hope for him. Even in early 2010.

I dare introduce him to my parents.

But a few days.

Once I mean to get serious or step into marriage.

It turns out she's not ready to get married.

I don't think she's ready to get married because of age.

Turns out he harbors feelings for another guy.

Ahem, it finally ended also a relationship that I had been keeping so much.

Despite the long distance, perhaps that was the cause.

Whatever it is, I try to be patient. Even though it is hard to ask for forgiveness.

But I have to get up.

Moreover, the family provides continuous support does not stop.

I haven't lived in Bali for four years. Because of something, finally the Bali branch office was closed.

Where all the employees who scored well in the mutation to Solo.

And including me one of them

In the midst of preparing for my move on 5-2-2010.

I got word, if my father's condition is getting worse and now it's on hospital.

Without thinking long.

I went straight home and went to the hospital where my father was treated.

I still remember clearly in my memory at that time.

I got there at dawn.

Where I see a figure that I have always respected and admired.

Lying limp with a few hoses on her body, in the ICU room.

The whole family came to see you .After getting an explanation from the doctor.

And said that the father was exposed to high blood disease, heart and diabetes.

Where the disease is already a complication and chronic.

Only a faithful mother accompanies her beside her father.

While my grandmother and I can only sleep in front of the father's room in the care, with a thin mat.

Not many messages from my father.

The only one I remember is, "Be a tough and strong person under any circumstances, son, "so he said.

Simple but meaningful.

Only a week in the hospital.

You can survive.

Until 12-02-2010 after everyone had performed the morning prayers.

Father finally died.

It felt like the world had turned dark for a moment. Three to four times my tears came out.

Because I have to be strong and steadfast in accepting the truth.

Where I always remember my father's message before he died.