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Longing

Sweet stranger
Nomad, I called him
One who carries a promise
In his pocket

Sweet stranger, he is
Nomad, Nomad
One who carries a backpack
His beard unshaven
And sparkles in his eyes

He is my sweet Nomad
A promise is written
Nothing sweet, nothing bitter
Just a promise as it seems

He, my Nomad will flee
Away from this island, from me
Never a goodbye to tell me
For I won’t mind
to have illusion around

It’s weird how you could miss some stranger. I wrote this poem for a Nomad that I barely know. Something about him that draws my attention. I can’t tell what or why.

It’s weird. Really weird. It’s too weird.

I don’t even know much about him. But I chose to grasp each moment, each smile he gave me. Sweet, I know. Dangerous, maybe.. maybe not. But it’s definitely not something that I could call “fun”. It’s too complicated, artistic and fragile to call it so.

No need to worry, Nomad. This is not a complaint, as I recall. Nor a love letter. This is just a simple writing about you.

This Is About Him

Okay. I wouldn’t tell how did I find my boss as my only client in VA business. But let say, we found each other accidentally. What I admire about him is that he is someone who wants to change the world into a better place to live. Sounds cliche, doesn’t it? But that’s what he does.

Yes, I’m his secretary, in a way. It may sound weird, but we never really met in person. We have been communicating through IM, email and lately we have been using video conference once in a while.

I define my boss as a very practical person. He is also very eager to learn Bahasa Indonesia and will do anything to improve his Bahasa Indonesia. I am proud to be an Indonesian because of him, I must say.

Yesterday, I told him that I’m going to a secluded island for a year or two. He was thrilled and seemed  to be proud of me (of course he is!).

Then, later, he threw questions about my personal life. Hah! I never thought that he’d be interested to know. We rarely spoke about it when we had our Bahasa Indonesia session over IM. But anyway, I told him about hm.. my bizarre love life. Good to know that he did the same. He told me a bit about his personal life. He he. Good boss!

So, anyway, he will be here on December. Probably will stay until January. I’m so excited to meet him in person. And most of all, he would love to meet me in my secluded island. Whoaaahh! Told him that I wouldn’t mind to meet him in Jakarta, but he insist! Ahhh good to know!

Never Say Goodbye

How do you feel if you can be disappear for a while? I would feel relieved, if i have the chance to do so. It’s funny how life can be so kind sometimes. I knew that somehow I don’t belong to where I live at this moment. No matter how hard I’ve tried, how extreme I rebuilt and reshaped, it still didn’t work.

So I am now packing my bags and going to a secluded place. A place where I could be a newborn child. I guess I’m too stubborn to be someone’s pride and joy. As a matter of fact, I feel awkward whenever I hear them saying such thing. As if it is a great deal in my life – their life – to be their someone’s special. I’m no man’s woman. An individual who chose her own path in life and how she sees life, regardless.

Born as Indonesian, it is the hardest thing to deal with when it concerns about parents. Although mine doesn’t seem to be a problem, but I could feel the sense of the obligation to obey their rules.  Not to mention that I’ve been living away from them for eight years.

Again, I would say, how life can be so twisty. That it makes me hard to live on my own. But at least, they did that because they care. I wonder if they ever heard that too much care can be harmful?

As time goes by, I realize that it is important to love the life that I’m having right now. To celebrate every single moment, every breathe.