Will You Still Be There ?

Shakin my hand in my graduation day..

At the dinner party for my first salary..

Worryin, when I have a late night at work..

Judgin every man that I date..

Convincin me that he’s the man i should be married to..

Starrin at me in disbelief when i do the ‘for-better-and-worse’ vow..

Tellin my husband that he shoul take a good care of me..

Makin comment about every corner of my first new house..

Pushin me to eat those-veggies-that-I-hate with the for-the-sake-of-your-baby-reason..

Havin argument with my husband about my baby’s last name..

And my baby’s first suplement..

And my baby’s first word to be taught to..

Tellin me to leave my work earlier with the for-the-sake-of-your-child-reason..

Sayin happy birthday with 3 bars of chocolate..

For my next birthday..

And the next birthdayS after that..

This ‘thing’ (i really don’t know how to categorize this writing i made, i rather say that this is a hope.. a pray..) was floating on my mind on my Jkt-Bdg trip after my last birthday.. While i was eating a bar of chocolate from my grandMa.. It’s her tradition, chocolate for her grandChild birthday present.. Eventhough i’m 22 now, the tradition didn’t stop.. Shame on me because tears came down that time.. Luckily, the girl next to me didn’t seem to realize that.. Hehe..