Still in my towel after shower, I walked to Asna’s room and knocked on her door for a chat.
She opened the door a little. Having taken a shower just before that, Asna was in her towel, too.
We chatted for a short while. Before I left, she noticed we were both in our towels.
She gasped and gleefully said:
“You’re in your towel too!!!”
She did a pose and danced and dabbed:
I offered my hand and she gave me a five.
Before we started the on boarding session at the school, my classmates and I 50+ of us gathered for the first time the night before for dinner. It was H’s initiative, the Japanese who emailed those in the class mailing list to suggest that we hold an ice-breaking session before class starts. As expected, the rest of the Japanese joined him in organizing the dinner meeting. The fact that it is referred as a meeting already sets a formal tone to it! After confirming our attendances, H sent us a spreadsheet of names of those who signed up — not just names, the columns included our names, middle name, surnames, nicknames, gender and citizenship. What did I say about it being formal? 😆
Most of us made it to the dinner. It was held at an izakaya at Jimbocho, just a 5-minute walk from the school. That day Reza and I were spending time going to places we usually go. Before night came, he walked me to the dinner, purposely taking the route I was going to take to go to school. We checked the school for a minute before he accompanied me to the izakaya.
At the entrance, the Japanese was already there to greet everyone else, ticking names, collecting the funds and assigning us to our seats (THEY EVEN ASSIGNED SEATS!). I got a corner seat, sitting across R, the Indian vegetarian. Non-meat and alcoholic drinkers sit at the corner LOLOL. The organizers ordered a standard menu for all, but for all the nabe and teriyaki that I couldn’t eat, they compensated it with sashimi, just for me.
Asna was back. She comes back every weekend. “Kids these days”, Reza says every now and then, as he shakes his head.
We were having a meal on the dining table.
Asna told us she joined the Girl Scounts as her badan beruniform at new school. We asked her why she switch since she was part of the Red Cross (PBSM) in her last.
Man said to her:
“Asna, you’re still part of PBSM!”
Asna was like:
Then he said:
“Persatuan Balik Setiap Minggu!”
Everyone was like:
I told Asna to laugh because somebody needed to support his lame jokes 🙄
Suddenly she burst into genuine laughter.
“That’s a good one!”
Then she gave him a high five.
Damn. Terlalu mudah terhibur.
Among Asna’s highlight of going to boarding school is doing laundry on her own.
Before she left, Mama taught her how to wash clothes with hands, but she never did it on her own, without supervision.
So now that’s she’s in charge of her own clothes, she has to.
She seemed so proud about it. When we asked how school was in her earlier weeks, she would on and on talk about washing clothes with her hands.
“How do you wash clothes?”
Asna’s gone to boarding school for a while now. After months of waiting, the result came out. Everything was prepared and packed for her before she even got the offer ?
When I asked her if she was ready to go:
“Yes, it’s for the best. It’s for my future.”
She had to add…
“That’s what Mama says.”
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He was away, so there was no arrangement for celebrating the anniversary. However, I came home to this gorgeous bouquet and a box of truffles, delivered in the morning. No wonder he was being super tolerant, patient and kind days leading to this — he made sure everything was smooth and got the surprise sorted out.
Apart from that, oh my god the roses are so dreamlike that I had to pinch them to see they were alive. I put them in a tall clear glass filled with water so they will last a little longer. Now the room smells like roses ❤️