For my big sister :

Dearest sister,
I have a story, a little story, I really glad you to read this. 

14th June 2009, Sunday Morning
Drrtt, drrttt, my phone vibration was shocking me. Somebody called. I picked my phone, and then answered it. “Halloo Finka… Congratulation for your graduate yesterday, this is Aya.”, said the caller. “ Aya, how are you? When you came back? Really nice to hear your voice today, thank you!”, I said. “ Hehehe, yeah, I came here last Wednesday, what are you doing know?”, said her. “I’m with my friends know, in Borobudur hotel, my friend’s mom, reserved this room for celebrating our graduation, you want to talk with them?”, I said. “Of course!”, said her again. So, she talked with some of my friends that she knew. I said to her, we must meet, maybe go to church together (because usually we always go to church together).

Aya is my friend. She is really nice. Nice friends, nice teachers, nice sister, and also nice adviser for me. She gives me good examples, she teaches me when I cannot understand my school homework, she always hear when I tell something to her (when I happy, sad, or mad). She gives me good admonitions. I always miss her. Know, she is on her study in Melb, Australia. She has been leaving for 1 year.
Let we flash back to 3 years ago, when I just start my high school life at Santa Ursula School.

17th August 2006, Thursday after school ceremony (HUT RI)
At Transjakarta bus shelter.
“You are Finka?”, asked a girl. “Yes I am.”, I answered. “You are lector too right?”, asked her again.” Yes in Kosambi”, I said.” I’m Clara, I’m a lector too”, she said. “Oh, you are lector!”, I said. She is my senior in school. Today, her role as Moh. Hatta in ceremony visualization. She acted very well. She took theatre club in school. She recognized me, I was surprised. Then, we were chat and we often met in school, transjakarta shelter, or church. I know she is very kind person. I like to tell something to her until knows. After we know each other, we often meet in transjakarta bus, because sometimes I go to school by transjakarta bus and always go home with this bus. Our destination is same, because our house is near. In lector/lectreses group we were same as new members. We join the preparation together and give support to each other when we got a chance for read the pericope. When I in X grade, I often found some difficulty in Math an physics subjects. I asked Aya, and she helped me. In home, I don’t have any sister for shared something that cannot be shared with my brother or mother. Since I knew you, I can tell all my ideas and of course you always heard and also give some advises.

One year, two years in Sanur, and the moment has come, you must continue your study abroad. Hmm, first you decided to continue at NAFA, Singapore, you got the scholar, but then, you continue in Swinburn. I supported you.

You were leaving when I in the XII grade. And I really miss to saw you at the shelter, every day when I go by transjakarta. I stopped for a time in lector group because of ‘busying’ school project and I didn’t accustom to not saw you in the lector’s room. I think I just like a spoiled child if you were there. Yes, because I think you’re my real sister!

3rd July 2009, Friday afterglow.
I and Aya have an appointment to come to church together for the first Friday. In fact, the lectors’ choirs group must sing today. I must join too, because there are no enough people. Aya came late, but still sing for our choirs. She sits beside me. And since 1 year we never met, and then we meet again. Wah, I’m really excited. I cannot stop the tears and hug her, maybe because I’m really happy and … I couldn’t sing too. After the mass, I went to Aya’s house. We went by foot to Aya’s house, and that means we must pass two estates. But we enjoyed that. We talked about many things.

23rd July 2009, Thursday and 24th July 2009, Friday.
I asked Aya for attend the Friday mass. I sent the message, then for a while, she replied. But, she said she couldn’t come because she must pack her goods for the next day she must leave again. Oh, okay no problem I said. I came with my mother. When I arrived, I still hope Aya already finished her packing. But, in fact she couldn’t. But once more, it’s okay. I just pray for her *.
I haven’t give her something yet *, maybe next time when she come back.
“I’ll miss you too”