My sister, the closest person in my life, the only person who knew every weird things I did in home,she knew that when Bapak and Ibu it's not in home I will dancing crazily in the living room or talking with no one because I miss playing theater, the girl who always eat my cookings and also my roommate. Throwback when I was in my way to go home in Angkot, I saw people sorrounded a girl alongside the street. I was curious and I peek at the window and I saw her sitting on the street while crying and shouted my name. Yes, she just fell off when a motorcycle bumped into her when she walking. That is a funny memories about me and my sister.

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