Went to my Old House

Yesterday I went to my old house. I was live there for about 21 years. I just realized that my old house is very big (bigger and more homey than my current house) and I can feel the fresh air even inside the rooms. My old house is in the army dormitory in Kediri. The location is very strategic I can go to my old schools (my kindergarten school, my elementary school, my junior high school, and my high school) by walk for about several minutes. And it’s very near with the center of town or other public places.

The condition of my old house is still the same like before. It’s quite clean even though no one lives there. I like the big garden in front of my old house, small garden and small pool beside the bathroom that located behind my old house. In the past, there were a lot of big plants in the garden in front of my old house and I always hiding my self below the plants when I feel sad or don’t want to see my parents, or crying there with Yudi. Talking about Yudi, I will never forget him, he always with me since I could remember that I live in this world. It was very wrong decision to fall in love with him. Wrong decision that makes him is going away and getting far away with me now. Yudi is the most influence people in my life. He really knows me deeply, he always with me when I got problems even though what he did just to be with me when I cried or sad, helping me and supporting me to reach my goals, he always know how to make me smile, blending with all my friends and give me a very big freedom just to be myself. We were getting far since I was in high school.. When I knew that he fall in love with my best friend and when I got in relationship with someone else to hide my feeling to him and it make him very angry with me.

But now, I’m happy to know that he has a happy life as a police. He has a lovely wife and very beautiful baby.. Wish him get a great and successful life!

I went inside my old house.. I still remember what kind of furniture that my parents ever put in every corner. There were a lot of memories. I just want to remember happy memories. So everyone who came to the memories is Yudi, Aguk, my best friends in Junior high school, and my best friends in high school. We did a lot of fun thing when my parents weren’t there. We sang together, dancing together, laughing, and many things..

I spend the longest time in my ex-bed room. I saw the door still the same like before. I saw my broke door and still remember it was because my parents kicking that door to make me get out of my room. I wasn’t see all my handwritings on the wall.. I wrote how hate I was to this life… I wrote that I hate my family and etc.. I only wrote it when I got very angry and depressed because of them. Actually I love them a lot, more than words that I can say.

Then I went to my window, where I was usually waiting for Yudi to came out from his window and asked him to come to hear all the things that happen in my life or just say hi and smiling to each other. I went to the corner where I usually cried and want to be alone.

I lock my self in my ex-room and just memorizing all my memories there.

I love my old house.. I love the building.. It was build since Netherlands era in Indonesia..I love the rocking street in front of my house.. It is very oldest style.. I love it but I realize I need to move from there.. all the atmosphere and all the memories sometimes make me feel a little pain..

See you my old house.. I’ll come again when I miss u so badly...