New day new life new beginning
Morning got call from my high school friends. Haven’t talk for ages, Iman, we used to call him, means faith in English language. Funny, bubbly kind of guy, whenever he’s around, feels happy with his attitude and his joke, he’s a mood booster. When he back to my country after studied, he continue studied in another city, and each time I visit the city he always managed to accompany me & my friends either lunch or dinner or just for sight seeing. He just a kind heart guy with very big body, just like teddy bear, lol…
That morning we’re talking about a project for a movie based on true story. Iman who doing arts sculpture for one of the museum in my country interested to join. End of talk we chat about :
Iman : “Hei Gi have you tried my mom homemade cake?”
Me: “It’s free?! I want! Lol…”
Iman: ” Lol… Yes free, but next order pay ya ”
Me: “When, you gonna deliver, now?”
Iman: “Next week I’ll come to your house, I’ve some schedule in that area also”
Me : “Yaayy, great, see you soon then”
Click…. phone off
Next week – Wednesday, Raining.
It was fasting day in my country, mostly either they are Moeslem or not the restaurant were full with tradition open fasting outside with family and friends, including me.
Benefit having high school group in whatsapp always make me laugh, they are funny, loud, lots of naughty joke, short words reading this group text, an awesome way to release stress. One of the joke that afternoon is someone passed away. I kinda get high temper because those kind of joke it’s over limit, so I warn everyone to stop the joke, and continue having my dinner.
Grrrrtttt.. Grrtttt my phone vibrate
Me: “Hi Od whats up?” My best friends called
Odd: “Have you not seen my message and my calls?”
Me: “Sorry, very loud in here, so whats up”
Odd: “Iman passed away”
Odd: “Gi, you there?”
Me: “Hmmm… ”
Odd: “He got heart attack, we’re going..bla… bla… bla…”
When me visit his ceremony for his funeral with my brother & my sister in law, we’re talking with his wife, his mom, and his brother. Middle of conversation his mom giving me a plate of cake, an almond cake.
The almond cake that supposed to be deliver at my house.
It’s deliver indeed safely on my hands, with me taking it myself, at his house.
Rip In Peace Iman, my bubbly kind heart friends. I know you’re in a good hands now!
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