Suatu hari ketika aku sedang berjalan dengan Mas, ada saat di mana kami akan mencari makanan. Lapar dan memang sudah lewat dari waktu makan siang. Kencan ke sekian yang kami lakukan untuk saling mengenal satu sama lain.
Kala itu, kami sedang menunggu makanan yang kami pesan, siap untuk disajikan di meja kami. Suasana restoran itu sedikit sepi. Aku masih ingat dengan sangat jelas di restoran mana kami makan saat itu. Bakso Lapangan Tembak Senayan. Padahal, sejatinya sih Restoran itu terletak di Detos, Depok.
Sayang,
bolehkah aku meminta hujan padamu?
bukan hujan badai yang menghancurkan
tapi hujan gerimis yang menghapus luka dan lara
Heihowww ....
It's about two weeks ago. I am being married with a handsome-gorgeus-awesome man named Heru Setiawan. If you are a reader who (maybe) regularly reading my blogs, then you should know that, it was my big dreams to be marry in 23.
And ... it comes true.
I am being a wife. How wonderful is that?
Put that aside, this post will not talking about that, I will tell you later. I am sure you won't know about how excited I am in the party and how exhausted is, being in the altar for over 6 hour.
Here, I want to talk to you about, how does it feels being a wife in the first week. (actually it has been more than two weeks, officially. But technically, I am being left with just the two of us, me and my husband, over this week.)
Here we go ...
