Lealtà

some people know how to paint, some how to sing. some are math teachers, some can play piano. while some of them know how to cook like a culinary champ. i, happen to be some of who can write, who know how to impress people with my royal words. i thought it was just an ordinary boring gift. until one day, that gift had made me met the man i will be with 7 years after i met him for the first time.

i was only 17 when i saw him at the competition. and the most weird thing is i don't remember anything particular at that time. i was one of the winner and every winner got 5 very expensive books. and if it wasn't for my math teacher Miss Theresa, i won't go for the competition. because every teacher in my school refused to sign the following letter and forbade me to send my writing. they all said i won't make it through the competition. so i walked 2 miles to the post office, bought the most expensive stamp i could afforded and sent it while making some cross sign on my chest.

few months later the school principle called me to meet him. he was so curious why i even had the nerve to send those writing and that he was glad i did it because my name was one of the finalist.

the funny thing is, now i couldn't remember what happened back there in the competition. but i do remember the first time i met him again. i was 24 and was volunteering on some NGO. i postponed my college and i taught in a free education for fishermen's children. while he had this only-God-knows-what faith that believe i will be a great person who can do important things for this country.

people come and go. even them who promised me most beautiful things of friendship, love, loyalty, religious bible phrases and some underground solidarity of communal activism. but this guy never turned his back on me. and so i will never turn my back on him, no matter what.

some people were born not to tolerate. some can't forgive you once you hurted them. and some are just like me, who was born to be a genuine pain in the ass. some people cursed me, some left me unnoticed. and those who raised me couldn't even look me in the eye. 3 of my best friends stop talking to me and for God's grace i still have some old friends who still take care of me when the pain from the back of my head strike like a number one bullet. and he, as a matter of fact was, is and will always be my back door. my infinity and beyond.

and people who still stick up with me after all the storm of war (hell, i'm not such a nice person i could be such a trouble you should have killed me long ago), every one of them are people who had the imitation of Jesus Christ. they didn't change the way they treat me even when i stabbed them, i tested them, i threw all the shit thing at them. and that's when i actually stop. i stop stabbing and realize that i should treat this one differently. they are specials. they are not just common people. they are golden. you can burn gold into some flame, pour them some alcohol, some oil and they would still be golden. and life, is only worth enough when you have all the best chosen golden people.