Dear Darya

After one week staying in hospital for accompany an engineer, finally I got test positive for coronavirus, and now I am in a quarantine facility in Labuan Bajo, Indonesia.

I feel fine, I don’t have high temperature or cold, I even can smell anything and taste any food, strange, but it happens.

Everybody knows that I got tested positive, but I just write it here today – again to inform you.

There are nurses here, they told me that I shouldn’t get stressed. I hope I won’t, but overall, I’m fine here.

And I hope you’re fine too. Now, i’m busy with watching some serials.

Be healthy there! I love you!

And Happy Valentine! 🙂

Regards, Anggie

14/02 10:21

I’d like to post something about our memories, but I decided not to do that.

Instead I’m watching This Earth of Mankind, based on novel by Pramoedya Ananta Toer, I really want to watch this movie together with you, D.

Read part 1 first, please.

I explained almost everything on first post, i don’t want to ask you anything directly anymore, just why you don’t want to talk to me anymore? In the morning, I’d like to explain everything about your gmail, so maybe I can help you, but you told me you were with parents, So, you can’t get a call from me when you’re with them, right?

Continue reading Explanation about Google Drive #2 →

So, several months ago, I opened again Google Drive on my phone for work, it automatically logged in as my main gmail account (FYI: I have 2 gmail accounts, one with @gmail and another one with @anggiemaya.net –  kinda corporate mail), in a recent tab, I got something, it was like this:

Continue reading Explanation about Google Drive #1 →

Dear Darya

I decided to open my old Instagram account, liking your pictures and see what’s going on there, trying to forget my trauma (Yes, I also had it) and perhaps, we can get along again?

Continue reading Fly away →

Dear Darya

I’m working as hard as possible now, so I hope I can meet you, at least I can see you for a moment.

Recently, I seldom write something here. It’s because I feel too much pain and missing you three years passed –  imagine people with pain for three years, I miss you too much for three years.

Continue reading Why I don’t write →