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The next day when I woke up, my parents went out already. I walked in to the kitchen and this conversation happened between my mom's house maid named Yuni and I (of course in Bahasa, I just translate it to English):
Y: Non, your favorite vegetable rice with meat is in the refrigerator.
I: When did mom cooked?
Y: Two days after you went abroad.
I: Heh? that was like 4 days ago, still can eat or not?
Y: When Ibu cooked at that time, I also felt weird why need to keep 1 plate for you, as you will only be back in another 4 days. But then Ibu said no matter where u are, at Jakarta or not, every time she cook something that she knows is your favorite, she will always spare you a portion.
I was speechless the moment I heard Yuni shared what my mom said. I was very touched and my tears fell down (i even cry now while writing). I asked Yuni to heated the rice and I quickly ate it in silence, enjoyed it until the last spoon.
I am not a mom yet, but I really do hope when I become one, I will be just like my mom. Nothing less, nothing more. Just like her is perfect already.