I met this guy who's now my husband in 2008, I was still blogging at that time, at least once a month I posted a new post. But in Christmas and New Year holiday 2008 we went to Bali for a vacation. And it was the saddest moment in our lives when we had to say goodbye to each other at the airport.
He had to check in 1.5 hour before the plane departed, and so we had to say goodbye. We waved to each other, and I walked out the exit door. He said when I turned away, he saw my back and he started to weep.
I didn't look back, and walked straight to McDonald's stall because I was very hungry. Just after I got my cheeseburger, I received a text message from him, saying "I already miss you. We'll be together again soon."
I had to find anything to take me back to the hotel and taxis were so cruel in New Year's eve that they didn't want to use meters.
So I finally got this "ojek" (motorcycle taxi) to take me to the hotel. Maya called me to invite me to Kuta beach. And I told her that Joe had left. She freaked out to hear him leaving me alone. But I explained that the flight to Nagoya wasn't everyday and it was always at midnight.
We met her and her friend, Mbak Ikke, at Kudeta. Hmm... Kudeta. This was one night before the New Year's eve. Cozy restaurant, cozy bar, cool ambient music, good booze. I had a glass of watermelon booze. It was oh-so-good, for a veeeery light drinker like me. And, among these trendy people wearing sexy dresses / beach dresses / fancy shirts, Joe and I wore batik! Yay batik.
I really hated to go back to Legian Paradiso, this fancier and more expensive hotel compared to Grand Balisani, the first hotel in Batubelig we stayed in. I hated because it was in the middle of this noisy crowd, however, I was sure that it would have been even sucker if I had to go back to Batubelig.
The hotel guests were also partying up, I guess everybody was out in the street, and this bunch of teenage boys I bumped into on my way to my room blew trumpets, one even blew it in my ear, and another boy high fived me. Guess they thought that would save their voices rather than yelling out "Happy New Year!" every five seconds.
Sometimes life turns not like the way you have expected. One month later, after I decided to try my luck applying for a position as Editor / Translator in a Non Governent Organization in Ubud, Bali, doing programs for children's education in Bali (couldn't be any better than this), they contacted me and got me interviewed. I had a big confidence in this. I might have had a big, big chance. But my sweetheart wanted something else. He wanted us to be together, not separated any longer.
Well, you gotta do what you gotta do. We got engaged in March 21, 2009. That was my mom's 55th birthday. And since then, we were so busy preparing everything we need to get married. From March to D-day, July 25, 2009.
I'm not gonna abandon my blog again. Never again.