Hey, Rib, thank you for the letter.
You're one of my best friends, if you want to know. I always remember how we used to sit together in the class. How you were always late to school. How I always texted you every morning, "Kelasnya di mana?" We rode your new scooter, the night before I went back to my hometown. And you came over right away when I told you I needed a company for dinner.
The first few days of this semester, I still hardly believed that I couldn't find you at school anymore. Surrounded by new classmates, felling lonely. Went to Plasma sometimes, alone with my thoughts—we used to had lunch there together. And wherever I walked, met people we knew, they asked me questions about you. I felt sick. And mad. Mad at you for leaving school. But that wasn't your fault.
I manage to make some friends at school, but no one's like you. And it sucks.
I'm not good at writing, I didn't know how to reply your letter. But I wrote a greeting card I sent with your birthday present. Via Pos Indonesia. So old school, I know. But I wanted to make it a little bit extraordinary.
I hope the postman come to your house soon.
