Jadi keingetan mendiang Papa dulu. Gak ada sakit gak ada apa, subuh masih ke masjid, pagi buka toko, keluarin-panasin-cuci mobil. Agak siangan ketauan udah meninggal di bangku depan toko dan orang-orang nyangkanya beliau tidur disitu (spot favorit papa namgkring sambil jaga toko)
Death is so fuckin’ scary.
Tante gue meninggal tadi sore. Masih umur 40 tahun. It makes me think of so many things.
Paket shopee dia yang belom dateng. The plants she didn’t get to take care of. The dream buried with her. The children she didn’t get to see growing up. RIP 🥀