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Little Tokyo

Tell me about one thing that could become a new hope and motivation in 2025, a simple sentence I told myself today. Not many words I could tell unless intentionate and mindful. These are two words that hopefully will unwrap the miracle this year. Amen

On the last week of January, we celebrate Isra' Miraj and also CNY. It's just a great moment to celebrate two big days in one week. And before that celebrations, my baby K and I had a triple date with my friends. We went to a restaurant and ate good food. But my friends had to leave earlier for dessert hunting nearby and we promised to catch up. When we were about to go, I grabbed my bag and dropped my phone at the same time. I tried to make a phone call and locate where my friends were. Unfortunately the phone failed to be on. I was panicking a bit but K tried to check and charge it in the hope it would be ok. 

He took me to a phone service center. We went there by foot, lol. It was fun. We'd never been there before. Since he's taller than me, he could track the shortcut earlier. And here we were, finding the great spot to to repair my phone. It costed a lot. I need to repair it since I store significant documents and apps on this phone. At the end, after having a brief discussion, K suggested me to buy a good one. Lol, I didn't plan to purchase one but I remember on Friday, on my financial class, my mentor told me to be selfless to secure and  take care of myself well. I couldn't be that stingy to treat myself a new phone as long as it would help me to mobilize better. 

Long story short, we hopped to a sport planet and K bought himself and me some short pants for the gym. Since he's super tall, the short pants seemed to be quite short for him. It wasn't a big deal really, he told me he would wear a bike shorts first. And we decided to go home. We also strolled around the little Tokyo in Jakarta, it was crowded but I enjoyed it. Everyone went there for a fun Satnite. And most important was that I was with K. He knew my one of love languages is physical touch. When I felt triggered a bit that later led me to be panicked, he would rush to rub my back and held my hand gently. 

This relationship inspires us to do our best to keep us always together, to encourage each of us in the worst time and when we need it the most. Don't lemme go, mi amor 🤍 And you know I enjoyed strolling around the little Tokyo by having us walking with holding hands. We watched people passing by. I was touched. Surprisingly yesterday was also his fav nephew's birthday and turned 7 yo. Mi amor, thank you.

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