Dear Prashand Arya

Dear Prashand Arya,

It’s been 4 years since we first met. I’m sure you still remember the way we know each other, don’t you? There’s no need to recall the story, eh?  It’s funny how a pharmaceutical article can connect us.

You, there, were an PhD Candidate. While I was, here, just an undergraduate student. It’s just because the same field of study in Pharmaceutical Science, two people from India and Indonesia can be connected.

Hey Arya!

Remembering the past, when we talked about your research. Sometimes, comparing your pharmaceutical knowledge and mine. But that all were just the begining. In years after, we prefer talk about life rather than research. About your country and mine. About your culture and mine. Your Indian beverage and my Indonesian food. Your family and also mine. Your life and mine. Your religion and mine.

Hey you, the smart Arya,

You always deliver such an interesting topic to be discussed.  Time always fly too fast everytime we chat.  Around 3 a.m of Indonesia Time and 1 a.m of India Time we usually finish the conversation.  You always make me forget that Monday morning is coming, that I will be back to the hectic reality. Somehow, i think  you’re kinda hypnotic J

It’s not only the words you wrote that hypnotize me ,,, you’re voice hypnotize more than I can take. When, without any clue, you called me at my office, i thought my heart would suddenly stop beating. When you make a phonecall, I even couldnt speak anything. It’s not only caused by limitation of my English. It’s more caused by my limitation to control the nerves which control my tongue. Your voice turns my nerves paralyzed.

Arya,

I don’t really notice, how we go thru that topics. In the middle of all our differencies, why did you start to talk about love? There’s no way of any love between us, you know it. But you insist. You always try to make me believe that it’s possible for us.

I said no! But you said that in your society, love is more important than God.

I said no! And you said that you don’t mind to be a muslim just to be with me. What the ___ ????!!!

Do you know, Arya?

After all disapointing things men caused to me, you’re the first one who make me believe that there’s still good man in this world. Ain’t life an irony? Why the good man should be you, the one who cant be my imam?

Dear Prashand Arya,

Aint life an irony? How should we go thru it? I ask you, love.



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Devfanny A.A