Him

Love is something we deserve. The power of love could break someone into pieces without even touch them, and at the same time it could lift someone up until they forget about the ground. Well, I found this man. We’ve been friend since the first year of college, yet we just ‘found’ each other in our last year. This is quiet unique. Our story started from the road, and our matchmaker is Proxy (Iyo’s motorcycle, stands for MegaPro Sexy).

Me and my friends were going to 3 days trip from mountain to beach, hiking to Andong peak and camping to Wediombo beach. We went there by motorcycle! Heeem so tepos~ and I was being set with Iyo. All the way we never stopped talking.  Uhm,  and also I slept on his shoulder after hiking while on our way to the beach :3 Maybe that caused us felt so um so…close?

Since then, I felt that Iyo was always everywhere. That kind of PDKT and stuffs. Giving me foods, jokes, attention, ride, and treats. Short story, we’re finally dating. And yeaayyy it’s already been A YEAR (and months)! I know it’s so ordinary to many people, but for me? It’s my longest relationship, EVER! And I hope it could be FOREVER ({})

Well, his name is Suryo Wiwoho. Iyo for short. 5 facts about Iyo:

1.       Total SLEEPYHEAD. He’s a quarter panda, a quarter bear, and a half hooman. I don’t know how long he needs to sleep. Every time I lose him on text, that every time is the time when he’s in a total sleep. It doesn’t matter how long does he’s already had good sleep or no enough sleep yet, when every time would possible, then befriend with the couch.

2.       Positive-minded. Your surroundings truly affect how you talk, how you act, and how you react. And Iyo would always break all your negativity. I ever told him about how pessimistic I am with some stuffs, or how I hate when something’s going on unplanned, or if I just told bad things about someone. He just laughs a little then says “heey udaah jangan gituuu bla bla bla. (sambil jitakin kepalaku)” How positive and how I love those jitakans.

3.       Family oriented. When we were still in courtship period and Iyo was in his home for holiday, he would put his phone away and texted me back rarely. However, he knew how to respect people around him, especially family. When he’s home, his body & soul are home also.

4.       Tenderly indulgent. Some people would say it’s because his ethnic, Javanese. But for me, ethnic doesn’t always define how someone’s behavior or how someone treat other person. Though Javanese people are known as their courtesy and politeness, Iyo is still Iyo, aside from his background and family. He doesn’t get angry easily, he’s good at making people comfort around him (makanya sering bikin cewek2 baper ya, Yooo), he never intimidate people. He is so loyal to people he cares about.

5.       Poor singer. I can’t stand how he sings. If it’s only lip-sync, I still can bare it. But. When we go karaoke-ing, big no LOL. Yet, I always looove how he interrupts my song, takes over the mic and steals my part. You know that in this world there will always be the good and the bad.

I love the idea about how he started to make an Instagram account. Because he wants to keep in touch with his friends after graduation, his old friends and his soon-to-be old friends. It’s not because he wanted to show his life off or make a trend setter or something. He just wanted to know how his friend’s life going. His favorite thing in this whole world is not me, but CHOCOLATE, and any kind of its processed products. He likes chocolate more with the cocoa content above 75%, dark chocolate and it tastes bitter. His loving sense can be identified from how he loves cats, even its whole Felidae family, like jaguar, tiger, leopard. He never pets one, but he used to feed ones anywhere he is. He is the kind of person who doesn’t force so hard to get his ambition, yet always try to do his best in every process he takes in.

Even if he’s not the most handsome or athletic man I’ve ever met, I believe this is faith which brought us together. I know that he is not my first date, yet he is the first man whom I’ve ever introduced to my parents officially. I wish that this is worth a lifetime. Yes, Suryo, it’s you.

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Semarang

You know, having loyal friends is all that I needed. Living in Semarang as anak kosan altered me. Without
the people I knew, I never become the way I am now. Formerly, Semarang is just another city in Java Island, nothing special. It is the capital city of Central Java, with its large 144.27 sq mi and the population around 2 million (based on Wiki). I could add me as one of its people 4 years back. In my 18 years of lifetime, I can count how many times I visited Semarang. Extremely rare. I never thought it as one of my travel wish lists, like ever. Perhaps just passing it by when we want to visit Malang or Surabaya or even Bali. Yet, Semarang actually has some icon that you can visit to (you can Google it if you’re curious). Frankly, it’s not the talk about Semarang’s tourism sites, it’s something about the feeling and memories I left behind in Semarang. It’s a place where I left all of my adolescence stupidity, modesty, and nasty. Faith drove me there.

It was my first time living in a boarding house. Still fresh in my mind how I was scared of living alone, in a house with its people I barely know, going to a place I’d never been, getting know new people and trying to make them so-called friends. I cried in my room the day that my family left, 4 days before the first day at college. No, I didn’t show it. I didn’t wanna make them worried, I was (trying to be) strong.

I didn’t get back to home very often while in college, at least only 2 times a year. So that, friend role in that situation was so helping. My parents barely called me, I didn’t have any relatives in Semarang, I sometimes felt alone but free at the same time. I’d ever shared about my adventures with my best pals in this blog, yet it’s just a very little bit of everything that we’d had. My closest girlfriends are very touchy and melancholy about many things, yet some others are very firm even towards themselves. I also had boyfriends who are really hearty and home-felt. I didn’t have curfew, in some moments I stayed for a night in coffee shop until dawn with my boy pals, having deep talk and commenting life. Talking about friends is a never ending story. I thank Allah always for giving me super normal and inspiring people. 

When it comes to farewell, nothing beats the sorrow. Semarang isn’t just a city with Lawang Sewu or Sam Poo Kong or Bakpao Mega Jaya, or Paragon Mall or Ayam Bakar Madu, or Nasi Goreng Padang anymore. It moved me, formed me, and lifted me. I know that the Earth keeps spinning, the clock keeps ticking, and as long as the heart still gets the power to pump bloods, I live. Living means keep fighting. And fighting means keep forwarding. The day I left was the saddest moment, indeed. Even I had already booked train ticket for executive class, in order to make me sleep throughout the trip and forget about the farewell. Unfortunately, it failed. Sometimes, there's just no way to hold the river. I hardly stepped my feet off into the Bekasi station ground. *deep breath* I never thought that I could be so attached with Semarang like this. Thank you for welcoming me warmly (or hotly, it’s the climate) 4 years ago.

Semarang, Nadia’s signing off. See you in another occasion.

Goodbyes are not forever. Goodbyes are not the end. They simply mean I’ll miss you, until we meet again!

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