A billion words that cannot be expressed from a word of longing while pandemic.

Today, Sunday, August 15, 2021. I’m still sitting there enjoying the rain. The cold temperatures forced me to pull the blanket again. In silence, loneliness and deep longing.

In the midst of a pandemic that messed things up. Flights, trade, full hospitals, chaotic government and of course add distance to me and my wife and my cute and adorable kids. I miss him more than anything.

I feel like it’s a very expensive price for a record of success. A priceless record, because I know I can’t buy time with as much time as I can, no matter how much fame I’m. It won’t be comparable.

I should have been with him today, making his days beautiful and historic. Accompany him to play, guess what. But that’s it, I have to live part of my destiny. Become what it should be.

I know one day I’m going to make sure it happens, I want to be with them, enjoy it all together. And I have to decide when all is enough. yes enough. My goal is at 35 or earlier.

I work at a great institution, an insurance company with all its achievements. The field of charity and also the shelter of good people. It’s part of what I’ve been dreaming about for a long time, being an employee and working in an office. I enjoyed it, and everything went really well. I know great people, and that’s a good way.

But on the other hand, I left my family and everything I loved. That’s what I call a very expensive price. Of course, I can take them along. But my heart never said that, I never could bear to leave our wonderful parents. I prefer to give up for the common good, like a candle that must burn for a glimmer of light.

I hope they understand this situation. I love him amazingly. Behind my insanity. A boy who grew up in the beautifull country. It’s a village that I now miss. Talang Lampung, Rawa Kuning, Bukit Harapan Village, Ketahun, North Bengkulu.