The Zombie

Creepy Zombie, that's my pet name for him, a skinny man with thin beard and brown eyes. He is quite temperamental and inpatient person, I'm told. He gets mad and loses his temper easily, for instance he often gets red when he is having a conversation with me on facebook, he said, "take off you fingers out of the keyboard, you don't give me a chance to reply your messages". Totally, he is a sensitive guy, it makes sense since he is the youngest son in his family.

One thing I know for certain about him is he loves his parents so much. I once watched his face closely and I found that happy and warm face when he talked about his father (Ayah). I could feel the love there and I was so happy for I was the one who got the marvelous stories about his father, or in case I can say his father is my father too. Clearly, I sometime feel jealous to him since I was not so close with my father before, but thanks to him, he taught me how to love my father gently.

He is not an uptight person, but in some points he is real uptight. I like the way he thinks about making relationship and he tells me that it's better to be honest and hurt someone heart at the beginning than keep lying and pretend to be an angle and hurt someone’s forever. It sounds like mind opener indeed, gives the fresh air to me. 

He loves eating, especially her mother's cooking (who doesn't? I do). He is a quite picky, I mean for food, I'll say, and he hates my favorite foods, Jengkol, Pete, and Kabau (Those fruits are not familiar in some countries. They are some kinds of fruits that produce really bad smell). 

Now my Zombie is on Jogjakarta and about to continue his study. We still keep in touch and I wish him the best there. Once he said. "Our friendship is like finger nails which means they will never stop growing unless we die", I know, it's a little too much but that quote makes me realize, friendship is in "here", inside of our hearth. I love him and I love the way he colors my life.  

Courtesy : thekaranupadhya.blogspot.com