My Bestfriend, Fitri Asiah

I’ve just arrived from Amsterdam. I was spending my last 12 days there for vacation and also visiting my best friend, Pipit. I won’t share any details of my holiday here, it will be really boooorrriiinggg. I’m not good at retelling my trip so I better share something else. It doesn’t mean that my trip was boring, it just I can’t rewrite it without losing the excitement.

I want to share about my best friend named Fitri Asiah. I call her Pipit but she’s not really happy with it. She works in a worldwide company based in Amsterdam. She was sent there because of her full dedication to her job in Jakarta. She’s really endearing, cute, compassionate, honest (the most honest person I’ve ever known for my entire life), attractive, smart, determine, funny, cheerful, caring, passionate, the list can go on if you really know her.

She loves to talk, I really like to write.

If we were ben and jerry ice cream’s flavor, she would be strawberry cheesecake the sour, sweet, and funny-like flavor while I were the vanilla. Really conventional.

She eats salty food, I always crave for sweets.

She’s a magnet for many people around her, really attractive in a cute way while I’m just plain boring.

She likes yoghurt, I like vla.

She was majoring social science, I always had a thing for mathematic.

She drinks coffee or orange juice for breakfast, I drink tab water from a.m. to p.m.

She likes bold color, I like the soft one.

When at the junction of Rue de l’Étuve/Stoofstraat and Rue du Chêne/Eikstraat, she ate her escargot while I enjoyed my dark chocolate waffle.

The bright shining sun in Paris made her cranky, while I was really grumpy because of the cold freezing wind in Amsterdam.

She listens to upbeat songs, I devote myself to whining songs

She loves raw salmon, I hate it.

She eats small portion of food and I am forever her trash bin to finish it.

She hates my blanket.

She hates my boots.

She hates my crème blanche pudding.

I hate her silly Minnie Mouse headband.

I hate her corn flake.

I hate the way she put her tooth brush on the dining table next to her watch.

Despite all of those …

When we were laughing all the way from Gare Du Nord to Ecole Militaire in Paris

Or

When she always made sure I had something to eat from morning to evening

Or

When she took a really good care of me in the past 12 days

Or

When we were talking all night mostly about everything, every heartbreaking-ugly truth

Or

The fact that we both have gastritic problems

Or

When she burst out crying seeing me packing my bags on my last night in her apartment (it made me put every effort to hold my tears on the corner of my eyes)

I know for sure that we have imaginary strings attach our heart close to each other. Wherever we are, we know we will always be there for each other. Like a band-aid that my mom always keeps in our first-aid box.

To her I want to say thank you once again for having me. Wish you every success and every joy your heart can hold.

Pipit and Me

Cheers,

Ade

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