i miss my dad. i miss the way he used to call me "I-R-A". i miss his big warm hug which was my absolute mood-booster. i miss the way he always tried to surprise me. i miss the way he always held me so close when we're going to took a photo. i miss the way he always called me to just asked what time did i arrived at home. i miss that Sunday morning when he always asked his family to had a breakfast at the Soto Semarang across the street. the way he mad at my style of fashion. that night when he asked me to accompany him to the bookstore because he know that i looove bookstores. the way he spoiled me but still teach me to be mature. that first night i went to the movie with my dad&else. i miss the time when he asked for a comment about the clothes he's about to buy, when i said "i think it doesn't fit you,dad", he still bought it anyway. that time, we're in melb, he bought 5 shoes, but none of them he wore to office. i miss it when he pulled me from the bed when i was planning for woke up late. i miss it when he acts like Monk, cant stand to see something not in the right angle.
that time when he suddenly came from bandung and arrived at home with 2 little puppies, he said it was for Piglet's company (the best surprise ever!). that time when he came home with a Snoopy pencil case he bought at the airplane because he didnt know what to buy, but he tried so hard to made his daughter smile. that time when he just came back playing golf , i was laying there at the sofa, and he was hiding behind the sofa and suddenly came out and pinched my cheeks (oh he LOVES my cheeks). that time when he came home and i always screamed "PAPAAAH PUYAANG!!" and always brought me Bobo's newest one and some croissants. that night when he arrived late at night and found his daughter's sleeping already and he pulled the blanket and kissed my cheek. that morning when he tried the new bike he won at the yard.
that night when we're arguing about the design faculty im about to take, he disagreed, he thought i'll have no future, i was trying so hard to prove that i wont. that night when he finally accepted it and gave me permission to apply to RMIT with my IGCSE certificate. i havent told him yet that i was accepted. and that night, 14th of October, he came back from Singapore for a check-up, he bought me Dan Brown's Lost Symbol, i ever mumbled about that book, that i wanted it so bad, i didn't expect that he'll pay attention to my mumbles. he bought me that book, and Garfield's key chain, he said those were just souvenirs, but then it turned out that it was his last birthday gift for me. 18th of October, i found him breathless.
i miss him so bad nobody could explain. you might think that I'm just being over. well, my dad loves his family more that he loves himself. he thought that his family's his world. he knew that his family will never let him down or leave him. and he's right. we'll never leave him, even now when he's not even here anymore. but he's still here somehow.
no matter how bad your dad is, he's your dad, he takes a really good care for you in a silent way. no matter how selfish or stubborn he's, he still loves you . and love, sometimes, doesn't have to be told. love acts. in a different way we sometimes don't understand
that time when he suddenly came from bandung and arrived at home with 2 little puppies, he said it was for Piglet's company (the best surprise ever!). that time when he came home with a Snoopy pencil case he bought at the airplane because he didnt know what to buy, but he tried so hard to made his daughter smile. that time when he just came back playing golf , i was laying there at the sofa, and he was hiding behind the sofa and suddenly came out and pinched my cheeks (oh he LOVES my cheeks). that time when he came home and i always screamed "PAPAAAH PUYAANG!!" and always brought me Bobo's newest one and some croissants. that night when he arrived late at night and found his daughter's sleeping already and he pulled the blanket and kissed my cheek. that morning when he tried the new bike he won at the yard.
that night when we're arguing about the design faculty im about to take, he disagreed, he thought i'll have no future, i was trying so hard to prove that i wont. that night when he finally accepted it and gave me permission to apply to RMIT with my IGCSE certificate. i havent told him yet that i was accepted. and that night, 14th of October, he came back from Singapore for a check-up, he bought me Dan Brown's Lost Symbol, i ever mumbled about that book, that i wanted it so bad, i didn't expect that he'll pay attention to my mumbles. he bought me that book, and Garfield's key chain, he said those were just souvenirs, but then it turned out that it was his last birthday gift for me. 18th of October, i found him breathless.
i miss him so bad nobody could explain. you might think that I'm just being over. well, my dad loves his family more that he loves himself. he thought that his family's his world. he knew that his family will never let him down or leave him. and he's right. we'll never leave him, even now when he's not even here anymore. but he's still here somehow.
no matter how bad your dad is, he's your dad, he takes a really good care for you in a silent way. no matter how selfish or stubborn he's, he still loves you . and love, sometimes, doesn't have to be told. love acts. in a different way we sometimes don't understand
