What My Mother Taught Me (part 1)

What my mother taught me...

Yesterday my sister posted “What my father taught me” in her blog. And I just wondered what my mom taught me since I born till today I’m standing far away from her.
Mom.
An unbelievable person, like a superwoman. She is wonderful. She’s my everything, my reason why I’m here in Bogor, and her happiness is my future dream.
There were some conditions when I had a problems in my class, my friends got me so damn depressed and what my mom said to me when I cried was “be strong! Don’t be like this. Don’t be too much perceive unimportant people..”. She said it in a little harsh mode, haha :D but really, she taught me to be a strong girl. Crying is OK, but be mature.. I’m maybe still not 17 yet, but I don’t like being a crybaby.
Second, when adzan is heard, my mom always screams loudly from my living room “Nduk… Ayo sholat berjamaah….” And I’d be “Err, mom…” with this kind of emotion -_____- kekeke ^^ She taught me to pray together on time. And this is absolutely the power of islam: Jama’i (togetherness), right?

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Minggu, 2 Desember 2012

Jangan pernah ngecewain Teh Zamroh lagi, bikin Kak Vivi nangis lagi, bikin Febi sama Eci sesenggukan lagi, JANGAN :”)

Itu adalah janji yang aku tulis di dinding samping tempat tidurku baru semalem, dalam kondisi masih berlinang air mata, badan gemetar karena rasa bersalah. Padahal insiden yang semalem kejadian di astri itu sama sekali nggak ada sangkut pautnya sama aku, tapi entah kenapa ngeliat kak Vivi cerita di depan lobi sambil nangis bikin pertahananku ikut roboh. Aku nangis bahkan jauh lebih parah daripada kak Vivi sendiri.

Aku sampe lupa, kapan terakhir kali aku nangis sampe sesenggukan kaya gitu, sampe pusing kepala dan mata kerasa pedes banget bahkan sampe keesokan harinya mata sembab dan perut kerasa lapeeerrr banget. Dan ujung-ujungnya aku flu-pilek sekarang. Alhamdulillah :)