Happy Birthday, Ibu

It’s September 18. Ibu’s birthday.

Dear, Ibu. Lot things I wanna say to you actually. But I didn’t say any words on my birthday phone call this morning instead of “happy birthday”. So, let me say it here, on pages that you’ll never read, but I know you know that I do care about you and always pray for you.

Dear Ibu. I’m wishing you a good life. So we can share laugh all the time just like we always do. I’m wishing you a good life. So there’ll no more tears. For you and for me. For us. I’m wishing you a good life. Like the one we always dreaming of. The one which will makes you happy.

Thanks Ibu. For teaching me a priceless lesson called life and love. Thanks Ibu. For being such a great bestfriend. Thanks Ibu. For being Supermom, or Superibu perhaps?

Sorry Ibu. I can’t give you best gift. Sorry Ibu. I only give you disappointment in our tearful and laughful life. Sorry Ibu. I can’t be that son you wanted me to be.

But I do really love you. And you’ll always be on my prayer, even though I don’t pray often.

Happy birthday, Superibu!