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September 5th, 2012. I remember everything about this day, or at least I try to remember as much as I could.
I remember how someone woke me up, who turned out to be my sister, but I didn't wake up. Instead, I woke up minutes later which was almost 5 o'clock. It was super late for me, I'm supposed to get off my house at quarter past five. In a rush, I went to the first floor to take a shower and found my dad was still in the shower. My house was on renovation and we only had one bathroom that could be used. I tried not to waste any minute, so I prepare my bags and uniform. I wanted to eat my breakfast but it wasn't ready yet. So I waited. When I just started to eat my breakfast my father got out of the bathroom so I took a bath as fast as I could and then ate my breakfast.
I remember how desperate I was. It was almost 6:30 and we just left home. I knew that I was going to be late but there was nothing I could do, so I slept as usual on our way. I remember woke up at almost 6 o'clock and we hadn't even got in the highway. The next time I woke up was almost 6:30 and we were near Cilandak Town square. I slept again and the next time I opened my eyes was about 6:45 and we were close to my school. I remember I combed my hair, found some hair lost, made ponytail, wore some compact powder on my face, put my veil on, wore my socks, and put my shoes on. We almost got school and I remember I forgot to wear my belt. It was almost 7 which means so close from sent home because of late. Fortunately, I didn't send home. I filled the late report with a pen I borrowed from Ms.Husni because I couldn't find my pensilcase.
I remember how my phone vibrated when I put my finger on the machine. I remember walking into my class and found the teacher was already there and some of my friends said "akhirnya..." in relieve. I remember how I could feel my own smile.
And then..sport. I remember I went to the orange toilet to change my clothes. I had finished practicing volley ball and sat there with Anin, Ribka, and Prita. Ze, Sevelyn, Sylvia, Arum, and Marini were sitting on the bench. Some boys were playing on the sport pole? I don't what I should call that thing. I remember how I was amazed by their greatness. I remember how out of blue Ribka said I would be compatible with him.
I remember Samid accidentally put a fired stick on my finger and I broke a tube.
I remember it was English. I just randomly checked my phone and found two missedcalls from my mother and my father. I was questioning what was so important that made them both had to call me. I feel my phone vibrated which was some ping attacks from my mom. I opened the chat and found out that my almost 89-year-old grandpa had died. I was like.."That's it? I thought I would be sadder than this.." I told Anin I might go home earlier later. She asked why. I told him my grandpa died. At that exact moment I just felt all the sadness. I could feel tears were coming. Anin moved from his chair and sat next to me. Maria wasn't there because she was taken some photos for school. Anin tried to calm down, and the longer she stayed there the sadder I became.
I remember I missed another call from my mom. I told her to recall. My father called and I ask permission from my teacher to answer the phone. My father told me he was already on his way to pick me up. I got in the class and told Anin I needed to go at that time. I took some random books to my bag and told my teacher I needed to go home.
I remember how I felt so weak that Anin had to write the permission to go home for me. I called my father telling him he needed to get in the school to sign the permission. He came not long after that. We got out and found there wasn't our car anywhere. The park man told us our driver, Mang Deden, went around. I tried not to cry. I remember it was hot. After he came, we got in the car and went home.
I remember it was a great silence in the car. I could feel my father was shaking. I couldn't even stop my tears from falling down. My father asked me to go the atm. I waited for some time because someone was still in it. I remember how I tried my best not to cry.
We got home to pick up my mom, my sister, and our clothes.
And here we are. On our way to Bandung. To give our very last goodbye to our beloved father, father-in-law, grandpa, and great grandpa.
Goodbye H. Achmad Djamhoer.
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Originally written on my phone's MemoPad on September 5th, 2012.
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