October 9, 2014

Which is the most memorable day you have ever had?


So,
I got a random question on my ask.fm account and figure out that it is better to answer it here.
Here it goes the question,
Which is the most memorable day you have ever had?


Okay, so I have been really wanting to write about this since God knows when. 
I am sorry, it seems to be a super long story. But, I dedicate this story to each of my friends. You, each of you, are huge blessing Allah has ever sent me. May God bless you.


I would prefer to describe it as the most memorable week in my entire life so far. It happened nearly three years ago when I was about to leave for Kuala Lumpur for the first time. I just finished my first ever college exam the week before and had only another week to pack everything up (and say goodbyes). Those days were super hectic with going from one shop to another, getting this and that, visiting the aunts and uncles, and what not.

It was on Monday, January 2, when (I dare say) my oldest friends came to visit. Five of us met in elementary school when we were at second(?) grade, but finally had to go to different high schools after that. It was very hard for us to meet up full-team (it really is still up until now) although we constantly contacted each other. The times when we finally met up, we could spend (literally) the whole day talking at a restaurant, since it's first open until the other chairs were taken on the tables. So when they came altogether, to my place, bringing a pack of spaghetti for us to cook together was really a surprise :')

I seriously am always hard to surprise, but apparently not at the time. Later on that day, a high school friend of mine said she was coming to return my book. I said she could come anytime because I would be at home the whole day. And she did come, with my six other beloved friends and seniors :" 
They are the most beautiful and good-hearted women whom I am blessed enough to be friends with. We met in our school Islamic organization and, again, it's really hard to see them after graduation. I might meet them separately for ice cream treats once in a while, but hardly altogether. We were busy keeping up with uni life, and had them all coming on that day was more than I had ever expected.

The next day, it was my friends from communication studies. They are always the loveliest people to start university life with. We got close as soon as we finished orientation week. And they gave me a beautiful scrap book with lots of our pictures and notes in it. I could not thank God more :')

We had planned to go for studio photo on Wednesday, I and my (so called) high school best-partners-and-friends at the same time. So I was just dressed up while texting them whether it was still on. But apparently they had some stuff to do after, so we cancelled it. It was okay, although I was a bit disappointed (no, honestly, I was sad for that). I would say that they were the friends I would really need to spend time with before flying off.
Out of nowhere, there were knocks on my door and it was them, five of them - together. I was like, how could you all came at the same time? They just laughed. We ended up talking about whatever we wanted to talk about for the rest of the evening, as we usually do every time. We laughed at each other, threw jokes, and talked about those times when we were still running our school organization, solving things up even when we had no clue. Oh, the best part was when they sang to me, with a guitar. Seriously, I cried, it was beautiful, I couldn't describe. I guess the most beautiful surprise comes when we don't expect. I would still tear up whenever I remember that moment :')

Friday was the last two days before I flew for Jakarta and then Kuala Lumpur. So I didn't want to go out and spent as much time at home. My mom asked me to get some cookies or chips, just in case that my other friends would come since they had been coming this past week. And I was like, never mind, it's only four of my junior high school friends coming today. I didn't think I had that many-many friends, and plus, my high school class-mates had promised to accompany me going to the airport. But she insisted, so I went.

And true enough, that day was pretty chaotic (I mean, in a good way). My junior high school friends had said they were coming the other day, so I thought I would only spent time with them. And it was fun and crazy as it always is. Until I heard rumbles of motorcycles, stopping right in front of my house. I forgot how many there were, but they surely fitted more than ten people. My whole high school class mates (the whole bunch of at least fifteen people) came, with an advanced 18th birthday cake and celebration. What? That was more than a surprise :"

So, while I was awkwardly introducing my junior high school friends to them and catching up on what was actually happening, there were other rambles. And yes, they were my batch from communication studies, fourteen of them. So, technically there were more than thirty people flooding up my house at the time. I was starting to get speechless, I didn't get what's happening. I was just so shocked and surprised and flattered and mostly touched at the same time.

I would say 95% of them were presents ;D

Honestly, I never knew how much I was loved before that day. There was always the insecurity that my friends  don't actually care about me as much as I do about them. There was always thoughts that continuously said, I have to be ready to lose them after some time. Because people move on with their lives, it's natural to forget. But that week, especially that day, it was a big blessing. I finally realized how much I was loved, and that's enough. That's enough to make my insecurity invalid :')

It's been almost three years since then. I still have gifts and presents they gave me. They (gifts and presents) were the ultimate things that helped me during the hardest-first-two-weeks-of-home-sickness, they really did. I still save them as reminders, how much I was (and am, still) loved. And I just realized, the thing that made me freaking happy and crying like a baby minutes before I flew was not a mere fact that I got a freaking-full-scholarship-abroad. It was a simple reality that my beloved friends were standing there, at the airport, taking turns to hug me, handing me handmade scrapbooks and pop-ups of us. I never knew they care about me, apparently way more than I do about them. It was overwhelmingly beautiful, I can never forget :')

Friends, wherever you are, I can never thank you more. You, each of you, are a huge blessing Allah has ever sent me. May God always bless you all. May we keep loving each other for Him.


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