For I’ve been staying in Malaysia in like, 4 years.. I usually feel going back to Indonesia as “going on vacation” and going back to Malaysia as “going home”. I never miss Indonesia when I arrive in Malaysia, because I know I’m going to have a new adventure ahead me.
I never live with my sisters for a long time, you know. They moved out to other city since college (which means since I enter high school). Since then, we always meet on holidays or special occasions, but never on daily basis and intense period of time. That kind of situation is never happened.
Not until last year.
I first experience live together with my second sister, in short period after my convocation time. At that time my parents and my little sister going back to Indonesia already, but my second sister stay in my place.
In that short 2 weeks I notice lot of things from her which I never notice before and I heard stories that never been told to me before. In such a short period, I know her better than my whole life being her sister.
My second experience is during my last staying period in Indonesia. I stay in my eldest sister’s place in Jakarta for 2 weeks. And amazingly, we learnt about each other from that short period. And again, I know her better than my whole life being her sister.
It’s so relieving to finally know my sisters. I mean, don’t you jealous when you see a movie when the sisters always become each other best friends and all? I might not the one who hold their biggest secret, but I don’t need it anyway. To know them, at this level, is big enough for me. And I’m happy for that.
When I dropped my second sister to the airport, I realize that everything had changed. I never feel so sad like that before. It wasn’t the first time she left me and it wasn’t the last time we were going to meet each other, but I was so sad that she wasn’t live with me anymore.
The same thing happened when I left my eldest sister yesterday. It even so sad to think that she was going to back to her place, alone, and met no one waiting there. It was the first time I ever feel sad for going back to Malaysia, and the first time I ever miss Indonesia when I arrive in Malaysia.
So for any of you, who feel so unlucky to live together with your siblings, who can’t wait to live by your own, please take my advises: Enjoy every moment you have to know about them. Things they like, things they dislike. Bad days they had, dreams they haven’t achieve. Their strengths, their weaknesses. Their hobbies, and they bad habits. Listen and hug them as much as you can.
Because you don’t know how sad it is to not live together with them and to not being the one who know them best.
Home, is not where you were born, or grow up, or dead.
Home, is where you can be together with your family.
