Sisters

Oh how I love them so.

Ika.
Citra.
Leli.

Ndut.
Mboti.
Piedut.

The love of my life.
The apple of my eyes.

I am so glad that I was born as the eldest of these three wonderful human beings. And I could never stop thanking GOD for giving me three younger sisters, because I could never imagine my life without these three noisy and loud girls.

Love.
I could only define love when I imagine how I feel for these three. Because love means to sacrifice, love means not being able to live (or even imagining to live) without them in my life, love means completing each other, love means being there for each other, love means calling each other just to say 'I miss you!' even though we have just seen each other in the morning, love means asking each other to go home fastly because you have some unimportant story to share, these three girls mean love to me!

They are my world.

I wrote this because last night, one of them called me simply to tell me that she missed me eventhough we have seen each other that morning. Because one of them called me this afternoon just to say 'Mbak, I have a bad day with this teaching stuffs! Buy me food.' meaning she needs me to cheer her up. Because one of them told me yesterday that she'll be home on Friday. Because one of them kissed me all the time. Because they told me that I'm their role model. Because they all told me they couldn't imagine their life without me. Because they all call me every time they have problems.

Hmmm.. not only that, they are my world and my life, because I miss them all the time, because I can't wait to tell them some good news, because I can't have a good day if I haven't kissed them, because my day is not over when I haven't kissed them, because I couldn't imagine life without them, because they made me proud every day.

And because there are too many reasons for loving them...
...and there aren't any for not!

I love them.

Ika.
Citra.
Leli.

-Hhhhmmm.. I wanna breathe you in.-

Comments

Anonymous said…
hiks..hiks..hiks..
2 kaleeeeeee aja mbak daku menangis membaca blog dikau :)

Tapi..salah tuh smsnya : harusnya 'mbak, tes guru menyebalkan' sms kedua baru 'mbak, makan yuks! *muka mupeng mengharap traktiran'

eh sama aja yah.. hehehe

i love u 2 mbak :D
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