My firstborn turned 5, couple days ago. He is no longer a toddler and i'm so proud of him. Although i feel like i didn't provide as much as he deserved to get, he grow up to be a kind, loving and caring little man.
Months before going study here, i asked him:
"Bubun mau sekolah, boleh nggak bum?"
he casually answered "Boleh."
"Tapi bubun sekolahnya jauh, ke amerika. Bumi nggak bisa ikut jadi sama adik dan ayah aja di sini. Apa-apa nggak?"
"Nggak apa-apa." We did the conversation over and over again. And his answer remains the same.
Couple days before i leaving, i went to craft shop to buy his birthday present. On the way home afterwards, the gojek driver told me a story about his wife and saying "Memang ya bu.. Kasih ibu itu luar biasa." Then i sobbed (i don't know how, i just couldn't hold it anymore) making him extremely shocked.
The day i said goodbye, Bumi saw me preparing stuffs. Later, he asked to change his clothes. "Lho kenapa bum?"
"Bumi mau pergi ke Amerika"
Then, i wept like a baby.