Jumat, 29 Agustus 2014

On Bidding Goodbye



Dear Diary,

Last night I was invited to one of my foreign friends’ farewell party. I came with some local friends. 

As I enter the gate of the house, I saw some people barbequing fish. I shook their hands in the midst of the smoke. While coughing, I tried to smile to everyone. 

He who invited me was standing at the doorway. He was in a white T-shirt and green chino short pants. I waved my hand and approached him. A little hugs and shake hands, I went into the white painted house.

I looked everyone looking good. Most of them are students from around the world. It was a party of all races. The smells of the food being cooked welcome me. I put my cokes in the table where some of countries’ specialties brought by everyone are put as well. It is different to my culture where the host serves all the food and beverages. Yet, this is where the good at. I can taste Thai food, Chinese, Italian, Arabian, and Indonesian food as well for free. :D

I only knew some guests. Some I just met. I made friends with the rest. Yes. I just met them for bidding goodbye. The sad thing about knowing them just in time they would go back to their home country is that we met fun persons only once, no any other time for hanging out, cooking food together, and knowing them better. And I wondered why. But the good thing is that sad feeling about losing friend is not too deep. 

The rest of the night was just spent for chatting, joking, and singing with a guitar. I was more interested to make joke, instead of making serious convo. It was full of laugh – mostly mine, I mean I was the one with loud and uncontrollable laugh. Well, at least I could share the laughter and memories of a hilarious farewell party. 

“There is no real goodbye”, as one of the guests made speech. Indeed, goodbye is only losing the presence. People are still connected through any means. Yea, but first, lemme take a selfie, oh no, wefie. *posted it on facebook*




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