It was fun...
... when my family finally have had a time spent together.
... when we acknowledged the existence of our relatives.
... when I actually smiled without Hubby being by my side, for once.
... when I celebrated Lebaran with his family even for a day.
... when they said everything will be forgiven and forgotten.
... when all that's meant to be for Lebaran falls into place.
But it's not all fun and joyous as it should be when things happens like a karma and the only difference is, we, were the ones getting the punishment for no fucking reason.
And I thank god, mostly, for giving me the power to be patient all these years. Alhamdullillah.
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