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Estonesia Family's

Besides having an Estonian family, I am happy to have an Indonesian family living in Tallinn. For years they lived here and married Estonians. I found a match with some Indonesians that finally made us agree to call our group with the name Estonesia from the abbreviation Estonia-Indonesia.

Let me introduce you one by one, these cool Indonesians. Dina, a woman from East Java who met her real Estonian partner in Surabaya, eventually married and lived in Estonia for 10 years. He also became a kindergarten teacher in Tallinn. Angel's son often joined us who were only 7 years old. Nimble, beautiful and likes to dance and sing. Melly, a woman from Borneo who married a citizen of the Czech Republic but her husband was assigned to Tallinn. Be she is now a housewife who always accompany the duties of the husband. In addition to being young, Melly's mother is cool to be invited to chat and karauke. There was Alif, one of my Indonesian friends who was also interning in Estonia. So he just stayed a while in Tallinn. The last one is all of our beloved. His name is Senar, without him, our society is deserted. Mas Senar comes from Solo, met his soul mate who is also an Estonian citizen who is studying in Solo. Be they married in Java and Mas Senar was brought here. Mas Senar skills are many, smart to cook, smart to play musical instruments, smart to sing and good at silat as well. He and his funny behavior are always missed by us.

"Tomorrow do we cook what euy?" ask me in the group.

Since having a compact relationship with each other, we agreed to create a whatsapp group. In addition to facilitating communication when it comes to poking each other, groups also make it easier to send photos and videos. Because every time you get together, it is impossible without a photo together or video karauke. Not forgetting the food photos.

"What meatballs?" ma'am Melly said shortly afterwards.

"Well if the meatballs are the jagony Ma'am Dina. Piye Ma'am?" Wah did not expect that Mas Senar directly todong Mbak Dina.

"Ok, you guys are shopping. Tomorrow I go to cook" replied Ms. Dina.

"I help you shop with Mas Senar," Alif said at the end.

"OKs. Meet at Baltijaam elevator, shop there aja us" reply Mas Senar.

Baltijaam is in addition to being a center for trains, buses and trams also have a complete shopping center. We love to shop here because of the cheap vegetables are also for meat. There is also an Asian store that sells various spices from Asian countries. Even Tempe exists. The tempo was imported from the Netherlands and it is uncertain whether it was produced by Indonesians or Caucasians. Whoever's producing, that's important Tempe. We often buy some condiments including instant noodles certainly that should not be missed.

Another thing I like about Indonesians, gotong royong culture is so thick. Even for this kind of eating, the division of duties and helping each other has become a tradition. I am proud to have this Estonesia family.

My apartment is big enough to have a living room. Enough for us jogged-joged while karauke. My kitchen is not too big, the dining table fits the six. Dangdut songs are usually favorites, Wulan Mermindu, Cindai, Kopi Dangdut, Bouncy Dumang, I'm Beautiful, Pain Tuh Here and various other heboh dangdut from old songs to new songs.

I am happy to be with them. Went away and forgot for a moment the problem with Allan yesterday. He hasn't called me since the pancake restaurant fight. After all, Allan has no right to govern me. He may disagree with my decision to accept Luky's arrival, but that doesn't mean he has the right to impose such a rule on me.

Luky is a person who for 3 years has been a friend to me. While Allan, despite being my boyfriend, he just came into my life. I love him, and I want to give both of us a chance. I respect her privacy when she gets together with her friends and how I know when she's off-city, she doesn't live with her female friends.

Choose it! You're on my side or Luky's. Ah those words. I remember it at the end of our debate. Of course I choose to listen to myself.

I didn't choose you or Luky. I chose to do what I thought was right and what I wanted to do. Don't give orders to me. I am free in the way I think and make decisions. My words have unleashed her fury that destroyed our dating scene yesterday.

I know, maybe there's a gap for both of us to get back to fixing this relationship. It's just, I'm not gonna call him. Let him think and I want to make time for myself.

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"Eh this meatballs have not been so anyway", Alif has been back and forth several times checking the condition of the meatballs that are still boiling in the pot.

"Buset, hungry sir? Eat this first!" I said as I threw a snack in front of him.

Alif sat back at the dinner table, he seemed to really let himself starve to wait for meatballs, until he did not want to eat another first.

"Let me wait patiently for this meatball," he began dramatizing the situation.

"Basic, here's why you're watching with me". Senar did not take his eyes off who was still watching silat on Youtube.

While Mbak Dina, Angel and Mbak Melly are busy making the latest video. They have their own youtube channel which is usually filled with videos about their lives in Estonia.

"Vashla ask for a stir first huh?" Pinta Mbak Dina's.

"Ready me" I replied deftly as I stirred the meatballs in the pot.

I made sure of some other food that we had prepared. Not only noodles, meatballs, some kinds of snacks, not spared rice and vegetables are also there. Indeed, Indonesians, have eaten noodles, added rice again.

After 30 minutes, Alif's wait was over. The long-awaited meatballs are ripe. We all partied with Indonesian food. Who can resist this food heaven. Ah the meatballs in the cold weather like this restore warmth, not only body warmth but also the warmth of the Estonesian family.

"Are you really fighting?" Mom asked Dina when we finished our meal. Perhaps he had intentionally not brought this topic up before, afraid of ruining my appetite.

"Yes, because of Luky," I answered briefly.

"Maybe it'll be better" Melly said.

"That's in relationships. Jealousy flirtatious little," Mas Senar played his facial expression in a flirtatious fashion provoking the laughter of all of us.

"Mommy, karauke?" ask Angel. We all saw each other.

"Corn!" simultaneously, compact body soul if this karauke affair.

Mas Senar, immediately quickly take the remote. Angel didn't understand what we were singing. Because he speaks fluent in Estonian but not fluent in Indonesian. He was just happy to jog it. Sometimes we followed her desire to sing some children's songs, including Estonian children's songs. We still dance, because it takes a lot of calories to burn food. The fun of splitting the night as usual. At exactly 9 p.m., the party stopped. Because usually Ma'am Dina has to go home before 10 p.m. Estonesia family, liver medicine.