My Journal

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. Pedr...

Hallo my friend! How are you? Wherever you are now, I hope you are doing well. My dear friend, do you still remember how we met for the first time? Do you still remember how I become involved too far into your personal life? Yes, I still remember that. You came to my office and told me your secrets. I was shocked. It wasn't easy to have unexpected pregnancy. You told me you couldn't bear that baby without marriage. It was so embarrassing for you and your whole family because you were raised in a very strong Catholic family. You would be the first one who got pregnant out of wedlock. I took you to town to divert your mind from the idea of abortion. I knew it wouldn't  work. It would  just to delay the process and let your six pack belly getting bigger and bigger.  At the end, in the morning after yoga class, I stopped by at your place just to check if you were doing ok.  I saw you sitting on the floor with your haggard face and empty eyes. I was wondering what was hap...