What I miss from you

I miss your smile, I miss how you roll your eyes when you talk about something you like. I miss your thick dark curly hair that you always put baby oil on. I miss your off key deep voice when you sing Westlife song, oh did you remember the first song you want me to listen from your phone with your big blue headphone? It's man in the mirror by Michael Jackson and when I talk to you louder you were like shhhh, don't talk to loud. I miss how you put your gray pants and asking me was it good on you and how you want to go to mall like before going to church just to replace that one because too big on you.

I miss how you look at me at the church and how you awkwardly clapping your hand while people dancing frantically. I miss how we look at each other when someone acting weirdly or sleeping at the church, oh did you remember that guy who always fall asleep wherever he is? He can even sleep in the lift and people have to take him go to his room? We laugh secretly when a man dance Soo happy and weird but later on he died the next week?

I miss how you cook that egg and plaintain I was just looking at you slicing that plaintain. I miss how you love that bread with beef floss and ask me what is it? I really wish I can buy that bread for you again.

I miss how you talk about Obama and his speech about nasi goreng and when you found out he lived in Indonesia before. I miss how you love watching movie and download it to your laptop.

I miss how we have long conversation till morning and I remember that story you have crush to a girl and sent her a love letter secretly. How cute and I wish you do the same for me.

I miss the first time we met at the church, you look like someone creepy staring at me from your seat and later follow me to buy cigarette down at the foodhall. I even still remember how you sit when you told me I'm beautiful. That time I wanted to say thank you but I can't because doh.. why the hell I reply that kind of catcall. But I think I smile anyway.

Oh I remember you let me wear your shirt and boxer and you iron my pink shirt also in the morning! You said I do it for my baby. That is the sweetest thing someone do to me.

Well, I might not know you much but for several months you make my life happier and believe I can love again. Thank you my nwoke oma for give me the best memories in my darkest days. Everything will be alright and we will meet again very soon.