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The Coincidences

My fiance, Dadda K, if people could ask what keeps our relationship still going on (till now and still counting numerous years together), is resilience. Hard times coming like people who loved to come and go. Resilience means to reconcile and to reflect about one thing, do we still choosing each other to be together. 


I just told him tonight, before moving to West Jakarta, Dadda K stayed in the apartment where I stayed back when I was a university student. It was 9 years ago. The first time he was here was 7 years ago before his departure to UK. If I met him earlier, I wonder what would it be? Were we falling for each other? 


I also met him 3 years ago when we trained boxing. His outfit was either navy and black or white and black, the same outfit I would wear when I went to gym. Oh we two are also impulsive, it's not what we're proud of because we ended up questioning where the money gone. But this one year, I learned to manage things especially our expenses and how allocate the income we both have. 


Dear Dadda K, people might call me bucin even my uncle identified me as a bucin girl. They forgot about one thing, I became this bucin because you also demonstrated the same bucin action to me. You might not be the first one who supported my healing journey by seeking the professionals, but you always stood by me. Even we're miles away, you would still make sure I was doing great during the day. 


Dadda, I appreciate us. Before you land to JKT, bring me fly to Scotland first abeg then I'll bring you to my father in return lol. Dadda, tu me manques, profoundly. 


Tonight, before ending the video call, I wept to remind him it's his 6th month of departure. He responded, "you need a hug and lemme cry with you." Dadda K, seriously you don't have to cry with me, a hug and a kiss on my forehead will help to soothe me.  

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