I met my old friend from junior high school. Teman SMP Negeri 1 Ngadiluwih, Kediri. She is mbak Emy or how I used to call her. I still vividly remembered how we were in addressing each other. She used to call me a ‘walking dictionary’ though I am not actually into it. But, that affectionate-kinda-name-calling seemed to be exaggerating in itself. I remembered her as someone who was so studious who always paid attention to what the teachers said. She took notes on the subject rigorously.
So, I met her again after more than 15 years of not seeing each other. She is now running a store—one of the chain stores that her parents have. I think she is pretty good in it. I see that her business is growing. The funny thing about our meeting (this time) was that she still remembered me as how she remembered me 15 years ago—which would be so preposterous should I be still look like how I was back in 15 years ago…because…as she could actually see herself….that I have no hair…that it would be easily recognizable. On the other hand, I also see the reminiscence of what she looked like back in junior high: a highly spirited girl (now a businesswoman) who looks—as she has always been—diligent and hard-working.
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