Zily's Dear Diary

My first experience in Jakarta without my parents, at that time it was the holy month of Ramadan I returned from Jakarta alone using the bus, and it was the first time I rode the bus alone at the age of 12 years old in fasting conditions very happy a

Poetry, I anchored my longing in my wishful thinking I anchor my longing in my soul so that there is no one who knows my complaints I miss you I miss your smile I thought you wouldn't leave but reality turned out to be different from our ori