Dear Matheo

Dear Matheo,

It has been two months since you were adopted and live with me at this house.

Thank you for accompanying me and being my friend. This house looks different since you arrived here , and I am not home alone anymore. I know you never say anything, but I know you listen to every word I said by moving your tail beautifully.

It wasn’t an accident that we finally met.

It was early in the morning, when I passed a little stall by the sidewalk on my way to the Tanjung Bias beach, I saw you and your friends displayed in vodka bottles dancing beautifully. You reminded me of Pedro, my little baby that died 10 years ago. Let me tell you a story about him.

Pedro was my first pet. He wasn’t literally mine. I met him at a farmer market in Lembang Bandung. He was gorgeous like you and I fell in love at the first sight with him. I bought him as a birthday gift to my friend who was also my co-worker. Pedro was the name my friend gave him, a Spanish word which means Peter. Pedro lived in a beautiful bowl and was placed at our office meeting room. Don’t be surprised he didn’t only join with our morning devotion but also meeting sessions. He was the most favourite creature at the office.

Unfortunately, his life was very short, hie died in solitude. A month after Pedro moved to Jakarta, I  was assigned to Lombok and not long after that my friend left Jakarta for good. He had no one since we left, he was alone and finally he was found floating dead in his bowl. I can imagine how lonely his life lived alone at the 4^th floor of office building.

Matheo, thank you for staying by my side, I hope you like living here with a moody woman like me. I know you were shocked sometime because I played high beat music and laughing out loud because of Korean drama I watched in my room.

I’m not a perfect woman and experienced one like her, your previous owner, but I am learning how to take care of a baby like you and try to understand your needs, your mood, and every sign you send through.

I wish I could spend time with you at a beach where we could swim together but I can’t swim, Matheo. I’m too afraid of that waves will draw me into the sea. Will you teach me some day, Matheo?

Matheo, I know you didn’t want to talk to me sometimes because I forgot to feed you, I am sorry Matheo I didn’t mean it. Even though I am not as good as her, but I promise you I will be by your side and never leave you. We will be growing old in love together.