Last Week Story with my kiddos

Lemme tell you about last week when i got my turn to tell a story to my kiddos, Patrick, Marthin, Mario, Andre. I was telling them a story about "The Parable of the Lost Son" Luke 15:11-32.

Me: There was a man who had two sons. The younger asked to his father to give him his inheritance. Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living.

Patrick: Yes, kak. If i had a lot of money like the younger son, i would go to LA, buy a house, a fancy car, and a bunch of chocolate.

Me: LA? Los Angeles or Lenteng Agung, Patrick? Hihihi. Okay, after the younger son had spent everything, he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs. He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.

Andre: Yyiackks, why he should eat pig food? Did he sleep with the pigs also?

Me: Engg, i don't know. Next time when i met him, i would ask it. (jezzz, what i have to told them?) Next, when he came to his senses, he will set out and go back to his father and beg the father to hire him as a servant. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.

Andre: Is the younger son hug the Father like this, kak? (Surprisingly, Andre hug Marthin and kiss him.)

Hahaha, LOL. Seriously, i love this kiddos. They noticed my story.

Me: Mmm, I think so. Then the younger son said to his Father, that he has sinned against heaven and against him. He is no longer worthy to be called the father's son. But the father said to his servants, to bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate.

Meanwhile, the older son was in the field. When he came near the house, he heard music and dancing. He knew that his brother has come. The older brother became angry and refused to go in.

Marthin: Kak, if i were the older son, i would bring bazooka and shoot the younger son.

Me: ??? (don't know what to say, then i just continue my story) So his father went out and pleaded with him. The older son are always with the father and everything he have is the Older. We had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.

I conclude this story with a couple of conclusions:
Our parents, brothers/sisters are precious. They always surrounds us even in the darkest hours;

It is hard to forgive other people, but it is ungodly to refuse to rejoice about repentance. They, too, needed to repent.

Mario: Then kak, how about the owner of the pig. Did he join the feast?

Errr

i love kiddos

yess.. i love kiddos very much. i love their smile.
i love their shining eyes. i love their innocence





she is keisya.. one of my favorite girl. she has a great eyes ever.





they are yolanda, lala and errr.. i forget one of them. they are models.





and they are the lil' monster.
love to scream, can't sit silently.
i wish i can control them.

Apologize

Dear Windi,

I reserved the ticket already. I felt so excited
I will meet you again. I can hug you
No words can describe my joy
I really want to be there
as on of the witness of the new God's creature
live in this great world
and say "Welcome baby boy.., It's me, your loveable aunt.."



But through this note, i wanna express my apologize to you
I can't be available at your baby boy birth
There was a fatal accident
As i wrote on my previous note, i didn't get permit from my boss
Today my boss flew to one of our branch
I can't go anywhere
I don't know how long he will be there

So, here i am
In this lonely city, conveying my apology
Sorry darling i can't be with you
After my boss come back, i will try again
Maybe i can get other permission
Please accept my apology, dear

With love

Bad News

Last week became so messy
Surprising news
Fatal accident at the branch office
Stand by at the main office
And my permit leave was not approved
Hiks

Each day has enough trouble of its own

That's what Matthew wrote.
As easy as you think? Not at all.

The company that employs me pays me more than people at my age in this J-town. I should be grateful for that. In fact, it's as high as the risk. As equal as the burden.

I can't sleep well only for wondering what will happen tomorrow. What's the next mistakes. How to solve the existing problem. Like being in the trash of chaos. Unravel the thread wet. Seriously, this place is soooo killing me softly. No offense.

Rather than thinking of that stuff, I prefer to eat dark choco. Read the synopsis of the K-drama. I don't want to add any wrinkle to my face. Yoga, Facial I need you. Aisshh.

Ok, stop for the excessive emotion.
Gonna get back to work.

Gb

do i used to call her my partner in crime?

Helloo.. Just a few hours from my previous post. Nothing to do today. Yesterday i spent so many hours for "slavery" made me don't want to do anything. Hihi.

For 24 years i've been living in this world, i never attached with this blogging world. Until she introduced it me. Just to shorten our long distance. Khairani Afwindri. Mmm, nooo. Mrs. Khairani Afwindri Setyadi.

We meet on 2005. First semester on our Law Education. Like a magnet with a same pole. We repelled each other. She attached with fun and happy. Me attached to serious and angry. But only photograph unified us. We had the same interest, like to be photographed. Narcissistic. Haha.







Over time, we are really attached each other. I love her because of she is. She never give me any compliment if it wasn't properly to be said. She told me when I was wrong. She help me to struggle during the mean and confusing time. Too many hours we spent sometimes, only for cheesy tings. But, still there're minutes of precious things.

Movies, books, songs completes our relation. Included skipped the class, dress up like bitch (SELF DEFENCE: bitch high level hihi), gossiping, etc.





I remembered one time when her pre-wedding photograph session. She cried a like a toddlers on the floor because his fiance can't come on time. Ohh, gosh. I don't know what to do. Because i rarely saw her cry. Or when she was angry because i didn't give any help for that photograph. Hihi, through this note i want say sorry, Windi. Because I can't let you go easily. Some things would change after your marriage. I would lost some part of you. I thought I can handle it. I don't have enough courage to accept. But not mean i don't happy. I'm happy. Really I am.


Dear you, my partner in crime..

Thank you for being so nice to me. I thank for every precious time we had. Thank you for every huge and little things you gave. I don't have any ability to say a good things to you, to give you much compliment, you knew it already. I am sorry for the mistakes i made and words i said. For the time you disappointed of me, i regret it. I apologize because now I can't be with you at any moment directly. I can't be available any time. I pray that we always attached together. I always have my heart to you.

Send you my warm hug and kisses

Thank God It's Friday

Finally the weekend's come
And everything is goin' down
Nine to five and now it's time
For me to get around

......
R. Kelly

Yeahh the weekend is front of my eyes. Just in the next hours. While waiting the end of this working day, i evaluate this week and found some things that force me to think that i am luckier than i ever thought.

This morning, I met with the old man who usually sell chicken porridge in front of my boarding house. He was crying. He said to me his son died last night. He only have fifty thousand Rupiah in his pocket. He has to go home but impossible. To help him, i order one portion of porridge and pay with the last money in my wallet then go. He look very mess. The porridge spilled every where.

I don't how hurt I feel if I lost someone for good. (errr, actually I had. broke up with my very far and past ex is included.. okay, forget it..). But when he was crying, I think of my mom. My family. Now, we are separated by 90 minutes in plane, 8 cm in map of Indonesia, but seems too far away. I don't have much money to meet them one in a month. Even once in three month maybe. But at least, they are still alive. I can hear their voice.

Mom, Dad, Brothers, sorry I can't meet you recently. But, please pray for me. That one day, we would achieve a better life.

Okay, stop for being melancholy. Time to thank God it's Friday. Thank God I'm alive. Thank God.