Dedicated to the only five people alive who genuinely believe in technology does not make gap among us:

My mother, Chitra, the mom “titanium”;

My father, Heru, who is handsome, witty, brilliant, and talented, his words are irrefutable;

My Casanova brother, Bayu, “a million girls would die for” except me;

My adorable sister, Ragil, the phenomenal on condition;

My magic man, Mr. Right, lifelong learner and who insisted on writing his own dedication.

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Who’s that girl?

Hey!

Who’s that girl?

It’s Jess!

•••

It’s time to look on the bright side. Sometimes, weird and unique are used interchangeably, but it is important to understand that they are two different things; else they would not have two different names. I found it longer—remembering that my heart flip-flopped in my chest. I was extremely tired when my brain forced to recall, because it had been carrying on the back for ages.

I strolled confidently, maybe; just maybe, I would ensure there was no slightness inside me. It’s enough. I drove at to be released from my wellspring of misery. I glanced down to confirm visually, I was ready to move forward wondering if my heart could just up and give out at the ripe old age of 23.

What’s going on? What’s going on? Hmm, well, let’s see here. Really not all that much, I suppose. I spent most of my time trying to survive my term of shatterproof and then somewhere in the vicinity of the long hours would accommodate the struggle.

So far I’d been concerned primarily with positive human relation theories. Such “scientific” theories took the real world as an object to be studied, attempting to explain those human relation phenomena that were observed. Positive human relation sought to determine how behaviors were in fact carried out in a human relation.

Hell, I’d already survived a number full years—if devoting a great conviction instead of surrender was going to help me survive the next path, then so be it. As was now habit, I walked to the nowhere, totally taken with the idea of shaping young minds and mentoring the poorest and the most neglected.

I bravely extracted myself from the crippling couch I’d been crashing on for the past years and concentrated all my energy on not getting crumbly. Adjustment to new life–the food, the manners, the glorious shower—hadn’t been too grueling. That’s perfect. Breathe in, breathe out, I reminded myself. For those people, I didn’t want them wipe out, I wouldn’t lose all hope of bringing down them yourself. And that would be a shame.

|to be continued …|

Karin Sari Saputra