where the wind blows, the root is standing still

This kind of ritual is freakish for me. I will never do it if it isn’t inside the bathroom or in the middle or hard rain. Well, I just don’t want to look silly, goofy, and overly sentimental by doing this ritual. But, still there were times when I could not stop my eyes of dripping the tears. These three persons were lucky to see me crying like a fool. My mom was not included, because she caught me crying by surprise from the day I breathed the first air in this world.

Call her Risma. We have been together for years. Maybe she suspected me as a realistic person with no heart and insensitive, not like her unconditionally. There were no compatibility between us, but we had shared some stories. So, the day was one day before I went to Taiwan. She insisted to come to see me that night before I went away just for a book of diary. She requested me to write everything happened in my life during my staying in Taiwan. Bad or good. No matter how silly it was, just wrote it. Then she will asked back the story on the day I go back Indonesia. Besides, she also passed me a short story that she required me to read it after I had been in Taiwan. Those were all. I remembered that I hugged her tautly. Then, you can guess what happen to me in time. A plot of tears in my cheeks.

Name her Ririn. The destiny of the twins starts here. We were twins by name, not birth. Of course, she is a year older than me, so we could not be considered as the real twin. But from the day we decided to bind the friendship, everyone got lousy of differing us. If we were not together, the people started complaining of us being separated. What a drama queen! She delivered me to the airport when I flew to Taiwan. She even got a permission just to send me off and brought me a nice gift. She had supported me in everything while I got the scholarship until the day I finish it. That is why I could not stop my tears in the airport when I passed the check in board. I am still thinking of her kindness until now.

Mention her as Bunga. How should I describe her? We matched by needs firstly. Sounds rude, but it was the fact. I will reveal that she was one of the wonderful persons that I met in a short time of facing each other. I believed that we met in prayers. Alhamdulillah, that the internet connection in Taiwan is fabulous. So the thirst of telling everything (important or not) could be bridged by technology. She declared that she had autism in nature, but unfortunately I did not feel it everytime I was in touch with her. She always provides me (until now) with some kind of attentions that I can’t explain the effect inside of me. She frequently boosts me to the limit that I am not sure that I can pass it. Kaohsiung Masjid must be the witness of my foolish-unplanned ritual. At that time, I was in a complete conviction of her status in her study. But, she kept on rumbling to me to stand up tall in facing my thesis which is in the middle of despair. Frankly speaking, she was just starting her thesis because of a sudden change of the topic which is in a worse condition than me. The more she rumbling “You must stand up tall, Pan!”, the more I tears came out. How could she do it to me in the middle of her uncertainties! Next, I felt like committing to errors by leaving her extended her study, after I finished my study in Taiwan and got back to Indonesia. Still, I only have a prayer for her.