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I opened the blue album,

Dusty and dull ..
I looked at all the pictures myself
Small, clean, not stained ..
I remembered
Formerly loving ..
Body and soul and entire life, he's willing to give ..
My rogue's cry from my lips would not be a misery
Mother you are always there in my heart

I realized, this is the first time in ten years I returned to Indonesia. I think the reason why I did
not comeback was trivial, because my Mom did not agree with my ideals. Secretly I go to a
foreign country with all my savings during the high school and got a scholarship at the
university in Korea at Anjou in engineering industry.

For ten years I studied and worked in the land of kimchi, now I have earned a doctorate,
became general managerassistant at the Korean textile industry. For ten years I wandered
around the world and feel the freedom of being a backpacker . Free, that's what I could not got
from my mom . Mom and dad divorced when I was seven years old, since then my mom too
overprotective to me. But neither mother nor father nor somebody knew what my situation
now.

Maybe I travel back to Indonesia is not equated as going home. I'm here to accompany my boss
to check its Indonesian subsidiary. It was 5 hours I saw my boss and his entourage see the
office, checking the factory, meetings, and now I feel very tired.

Finally after more than 7 hours of doing business and working it was time to rest.

"Mischa, why dont you go home to your family ?" said my boss. He is not the old-fashioned
boss as you think, he's easygoing, fun, and still young. The point is he is interesting. I already
consider him like my own brother. He was an professors assistant when we were in college.

"No. "

"Why not? You are now in Indonesia. "

" Im not going home. Korea is my home. "

"There can not be like that. It was over 10 years. Are you still can not forgive your mother?
Moreover, what about your dad? He is not guilty of anything. "My boss is know all my problems
with my family. When I was in college he saw me cry and he cheered me up and I tell all the
stories that I could not keep much longer.

"Well let it be. Maybe next year or 2 years I will go to Indonesia again. "

"You can not forever like this. "

"Not forever. "

"Oh, yes until when? "His voice rising, I began to emotion.

"Ju Sung oppa you do not need to take care of my business. "

"Mischa since when your problem not mine?"

"Why are you so stubborn? "

"Because I love you! Because I want to marry you! Because I want to propose you in front of
your parents.


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Ju Sung oppa recognition this afternoon so sincere and so serious. I told a lie if I did not love
him. But the matter of marriage? He never ask me to be his girlfriend and now he asked me
about marry him! That was the first time he said love to me. But I thought it might happen, I
already knew his family, they are good. I really love his mother.
DUKK! I saw a little girl fell in front of me. I quickly helped her up.
"Are you okay? "I asked as I helped her stand. But when she stood up she saw me, she started
to cry.
"HWEEEEE! " with 1litre of tears on her face, the little girl ran and hugged her mother. With
worry her mother checked the little girl carefully as she knelt. Then she say thank you to me.
I remembered when I was little. I was like that little girl. I was very spoiled on Mom. I was
selfish, but mama never angry to me. Only one mistake she made. She is too overprotective.

I remembered all the bedtimes story she read to me. And how much I missed her cooked. And I
love her when she singing. She worked very hard to make me happy. She loves me! I started to
cry, I should realize that earlier, but my pride is too high to think about that.

"Hey. " Someone greets me from behind.
"Ju Sung oppa ..." I erased the tears on my face with my hands and smiled.
"Are you ready? " said my boss said and also my future husband.
"We go to my mom's house because you want to propose to me. I should have asked. " then we
got in the car and smiled happily.
Ah, forgive make things lighter. I'm sure my mother would also be forgiven.