I will never forget yesterday... and any other january 9th I had.

Dear, I love yesterday ... January 9th 2012.... a moment that I always wait everytime the calendar turns into a new year.

Happy birthday to my senior high school teacher, bu rusna....

this year I made her 3 packs of Dorayaki (I cooked them myself, hehe... I still have my cooking ability), and a stop-motion video I made by myself, packed in a self-made greeting card that looks like a children craft xD~
and it smells like a pack of fresh glue...

I phoned her at 6.00. am, saying happy birthday. She said, "Please, don't congratulate me at school". also, she seemed to be hectic cz she is about to leave for school. she also said that she will go to the campus (well, she studied in the same university with me) to legalize her teaching certificate. Hey, she will be on campus and I will be there too, cz that day i was going to meet a faculty officer to clarify the problems happened in my KRS).

Then, after going to the faculty, I walked to FMIPA and found out no queue on legalizing certificate. i also went to A3 building (the registration and administration center in my campus), and found out that she wasn't there. then I went to ormawa and spent hours talking with Rizal and Kustin, my mates. and finally, at 2. pm, I went to smanawa. I tried to stop her in the parking lot and gave her the gift, I couldn't find her motorcycle.
I finally met mbak Eka, a japanese teacher of theirs, and she asked me to drive her to a bus stop near UB to catch a public transportation. OK, so I went with her. After driving to a bus stop, I directly went to sawojajar. to her home :)

I arrived at sawojajar at (approximately) 3 pm. There, I didn't directly come to Bu Rusna's house, cz my feeling said: NO! I always follow my intuition, no matter what. Then I wandered around the area, letting myself lost, and finally found a wayout. Seeing new places that I haven't known before =D

after (probably) half an hour wandering the complex until my fuel decreased, I came to Bu Rusna's house and I saw her motorcycle. I concluded that she was already home. then I knocked her door.
"Assalamualaikuuuuuum!"
then her daughter came out, "yes, waalaikum salam."
"Dear, can I meet your mother?"
"She hasn't gone home yet"
"Oh, ok. I'll come back here later"

I conclude that she went out with Pak Kardi, by car. Again, I wandered that complex, from Jonge Road until I stopped in front of velodrome. then I came back to her house, and I found out that their car was already parked in their garage. SHE HAS FINALLY ARRIVED. I gasped. It was freezing cold and I didn't wear any jacket. Well, I feel that there's something wrong with my breathing. yes. I can feel my teeth shivering, and it was hard to me to breath. Well, my lung problem came out.

I knocked the door again. Thank God, she came out =)

I greeted her and said happy birthday. I gave her 2 kisses. she let me in, and as I walked inside, I saw fireflies in my eyes xD~. and I feel like I'm flying.
seems that I wanna re-create Mocca's song "butterflies in my tummy" into this one:

"I had fireflies flying round inside my eyes when I walked in...
I hear bell chimes ringing blown by wind of spring when I walked in...
Ooh this breathing problem came out again, makes me wanna sigh, makes me wanna drink my medicines...
oooh this breathing difficulty due to the weather, I just can't tell whether if I feel sick or better...
I had fireflies flying round inside my eyes when I walked in..."


I entered the house and sat down, then I said "Maaaaaaaaaam, wait wait.... It's hard for me to breathe. wait a minute."
after arranging my breath, I put out the gift and give it to her. She asked, "Hey, what are these?"
"Dorayakis. Self-cooked."
"When did you cooked it?"
"Yesterday"

I also gave her a CSR magazine, a magazine that I worked for. I saw her the article that I wrote.

We talked about maaaany things. about her enjoin in STK Asri kusuma (traditional dance club in my university) when she was attending college.
we talked about her thesis which was done only in 4 months
we talked about my teacher's children who were suffering from asthma
and many more.
I also met pak Kardi. I shouted "WOEY, PAK!!!" (Hey, sir!) and he friendlily said, "Woey, Prith!" and he shook my hand like the way my friends greet me.

overall, it is the first time after 3 years for me to came to this house. the last time I came there was when I was 19, and now I'm (almost) 22. It's been a long time.

Well, bu rusna - although she has aged up and her hairs start to turn grey - she still looks so beautiful. she still has the chinese exoticism - the main thing that makes her look outstanding. yeah, she is Chinese. and she's beautiful.

I feel relieved, after several time waiting, I can meet her again. and it happened yesterday, a day that I will never forget. Happy Birthday, Bu Rusna :)