Dear you..
My unblood sister...
Let me write our memories here.
Firstly we met in a same program. A lady who wore a white blouse and simple skirt raised her hand. Her face could not hide her curiosity on something and with confidence asking about the program. Since the time you spoke, I knew, she is a smart and confident girl. It was my first impression. Then, there was a plotting time, those girl was in a same group like me and unpredictably, by the time pass, we spent our time together and it was like a "click" sound between us. I commit to call you my dearest sister from another sister.
A beautiful smart-ass lady, confident, multi-talented and an obedient muslim (that's what I adore about you the most), you shared your bittersweet stories. People was trying to make you down, you stand still, and keep 'ikhlas' while also proliferating yourself to be a better lady. Once an unskilled chef and now have a pudding business (lol), from a lady who did not know how to applying make up and now a master. A lifetime learner and also a teacher to her students mirroring her capabilities.
