“Acehnese women usually are pretty. But why are you ugly? Hahaha!”

I always have this thought: Finding a best-friend is as quite complicated as finding ‘someone’. Yeah you know what I meant by ‘someone’ in here.
We usually have a long list of type for him or her. He or she should be like this and that, I can’t stand with a person who has this and that habit, ect. But when you find this ‘someone’, all those types become just a list, the ‘clickness’ and ‘chemistry’ are the things we hold onto.

And I also applied this rule to ‘find’ a best friend. Most of my best friends were the ‘you jump, I jump’ type. They would sad if I sad, or would also hate a person that I didn’t really like. At that time I felt so satisfied with this kind of friendship, until I met her….
A girl who was just an acquaintance but mocked me ‘ugly’.
After that incident we became best friends in no time. My best friend type list was changed. I stopped finding a person who was agreeing with almost all my words.
I liked this girl with all the different things we had. She’s  a kind of ‘rebel’ girl (no, not with the nose-earrings, punk-hair, and a dragon tattoo on her back). She will say almost all the truth even it hurts me a lot. She’ll laugh when I cry with stupid reason. She’s a type “if you jump, then I will shout how stupid you are then I will try my best to help you.”

Then she changed me. I was a shy-stupid kind of girl who scared with many things even those things would hurt me. And I didn’t know how, but she made me become a new person, a better one who will stand against anything or anyone that can make me suffer. She analogized me as ‘white’ girl who became ‘not really white again’, and she was a ‘thick gray’ girl who changed into ‘white-gray’. We influenced each other.

One day, out of the blue, I sent her ‘The Promises’ email. So in that email I asked her number of things:
1. Come to Europe and we will travel to Praha, Budapest, Italy, Swiss, Paris, you name it!
2. One day if I need to chase or finish ‘the unfinished business’ please accompany me to wherever it is.
3. When I have a doubt with my soon-to-be-husband please remind me again that he’s the one who bravely has asked me to my parents and he’s the best men that I ever met.
Ect, ect.. And she also asked me some things to promise.

And yeah suddenly we have The Promises, from me and her.

With her, instead of saying “I miss you” to each other, we say “I hate you, why you should be so far from me!”
We never hug or kiss other cheeks when we meet.
We’re not a kind of romantic girl-best-friend.

But all I know, she’s my person, my right hand, my other devil side, my partner in crime, my praying-mate. Perpetually.