THE PERFECT MORNING

A perfect morning to begin a story. The sun wasn't quite bright, and even then, it only briefly dropped its light on the mattress before disappearing five minutes later.

Muezza the beloved cat was still lazily laying down and resting her chin on the thick blanket, his eyes staring blankly at the lines of the floor in front of her. Hira thrust a small bowl of dried tuna at him. He ignored it.

The clouds hung over. The plants growing on the terrace were motionless, there was no wind. No flowers bloomed. Only the squeak of a bird of unknown name livened up the atmosphere, and occasionally a food vendor passing in front of the house made a sound selling his wares.

Hira wasn't in the mood for anything. She was just enjoying her breath and her free time. There was no television in her house, no social media, and Instagram was the only place she could escape from the real world to the virtual. And occasionally visit her YouTube channel which can be counted on the fingers of its subscribers.

This was the quietest day of her life in recent months. After she got out of that dream house. The house that when she came in seemed to be saying...

"Wellcome Princes, please come in. There is no security, we have all been waiting for you here for a long time."

The house that had brought her to her true love. But also, the house that she had consciously left behind. Even the sky was crying for her departure.

Hira did not blame anyone nor did she regret anything. She didn't blame time or circumstances. She accepted everything gracefully. This was the reality she had to face. Each has its own path, God is perfect and never wrong in taking care of His creatures. If she still can't enjoy it now, it must not be time yet. But she is sure, the time will come.

Every second of every hour

And everywhere on earth

And every day, in every way

Everything is perfect in my life.

And I'm doing better and better.

Hira looked in the mirror while reciting mantras. These mantras were her daily entertainment. And the song that she heard at a certain moment, almost certainly carried a message of her own.

Just thinking of a song, a busker came and stood outside the fence. He sang Sundanese songs with great passion accompanied by the sitar he was playing, the distinctive Parahiyangan cadence making Hira realize that she was in the Flower City, not in her hometown.

And the old song Kalangkang sang melodiously...

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Mungguhing dina impenan

Geuning sakitu deudeuhna

Kanyaaah nu wening bersih

Satia jadi kakasih...

…

(Comes in a dream.

Why do you care so much?

Sincere love.

Loyal to be a lover)

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Hira deliberately let the busker finish his song, she didn't rush to give him his reward because she really wanted to enjoy it. The song reminded her of her first love when she was studying in Bandung. It had been a long time ago.

Now that she was back in Bandung for her job, the song suddenly came back when her heart was filled with love. Not her first love. Now there is a new love. Her love for herself, her love for life, complete with its ups and downs.

It was not an easy thing to get to this point.

Suddenly his IG feed popped up on his cellphone screen, a post was displayed there;

BE PATIENT

EVERYTHING COMES TO YOU

AT THE RIGHT TIME

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*)The sitar is a plucked stringed instrument originating from the Indian subcontinent, used in Hindustani classical music