Anak Papa


Disebelah gue ada anak baru dari Aceh, anak rantau.

Tiap hari ngobrol via telp sama Papanya. Kaya ngobrol sama temen.. curhat and stuff.

I kind of jealous.

Kenapa? Karena Papaku di Jakarta, lebih tepatnya di depan rumah (karena gue lagi ngontrak persis di depan rumah orang tua) tapi gue sangat sangat jarang ngobrol sama beliau. Tiap hari ketemu, tapi cuma melambaikan tangan aja. Kebetulan Papa lagi di teras dan gue lagi di balkon lantai atas.

He always be there when I needed him. SELALU.

Huff, merasa bersalah banget ga sempetin kerumah Papa sepulang kerja.. Semoga bisa memperbaiki kondisi ini.. I just miss him so much..

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