Two years ago...
one afternoon at Salemba, one rare afternoon it was. I met a good old friend. She's a doctor, worked at Salemba at that time, though it's been years since the last time we met. We excited so much meeting each other that we couldn't change a word for a long, awkward, moment, until she said (she's always been an initiator-red), "Ma, how's life??!" and we're like just laughing to each other. Awkwardly, we were exactly (similarly, at least) at the same point in life: having scenes of our close friends getting married, having children, or at least, getting engaged, while when we looked back to ourselves, we were with nobody. We kinda pitied ourselves by joking, laughing, and sharing stories about it and then there came magic words from a doctor, a young female doctor: "Ma, you know, we are now in our most productive age (in biological term, and almost any term) that it gets declining over time since...now". I paused the laughing, and also the joking. She then continued to her story. She said that she met a man. A good ones. Seems came from nowhere just to accompany her. Shortly after that conversation, she updated her facebook profile, putting "in a relationship" status, and couples of photos of that "man" with her. I paused, again.
February, last year...
we met again. That time, she's no longer working at Salemba because she had to assist a hospital in Bandung. She's been so busy (as always, as long as I knew her) that we're almost like dying to see each other again, hehe. She said that she had something great to tell me. I thought it must be about her relationship. It must be about him. We then arranged a quick meeting-up in a mall. We met again and I was right. She will be engaged soon. She seems so happy when I meet her. But I was wrong also. It's not with the man she told me before. That relationship was over. He were not ready for marriage yet, she said. It's totally okay, she said. While the guy that would propose her was a very kind man. She never ever met him before. Even so, when they communicate with each other by phone, she just knew that he's the one. And yes, she's very happy when saying goodbye to me that time. She promised to let me know the progress. We separated. I paused. I didn't go straight home. I wandered myself around at that mall. So crowded at that Saturday, but I just felt the cold...and the rain was pouring down heavily outside all over the city, my house even got an "icy-rain" (I'm serious, that's the truth. Rare atmosphere phenomenon, hehe). It's been a cold, cold, cold, evening...but so soothing.
Several months ago...
she got married! Alhamdulillah. I asked him to go with me to her wedding. I told him that she was a good friend of mine. He agreed, as always. However, he came up to the questions about how to get there that I couldn't answer. Then he couldn't escape from his weekend-working-schedule. Then I ended up texted my friend instead, giving my best wishes upon her marriage. Then I love him even more. Then he loves me even more. Then me and him collide as one walking up the path for us.
