It's been years and still counting. How are you? I hope you, your siblings -- which I am sure have grown into teens now -- and your parents are in the finest condition wherever all of you are. Do you still remember me? I just, once again, want to thank you (: knowingly or not, you've taught me valuable lessons. The most memorable one is tolerance. I can't forget how you kindly accompany me going to the toilet to take wudhu, a ritual washing performed by Muslims before prayer. One of the part of the body which needs to be washed is foot and as a public school in a muslim minority country, there is no special facility to take wudhu which leaves the sink as an option. I had to lift my foot one by one and put it under the tap. Honestly, I was and still find it uncomfortable whenever people see me doing that though I understand they might find it strange because they just unusually see it. I know that you also found it strange at first but later, that became one of the time we worked together as a team. You helped to cover me by stand by on the door and make sure no one comes in to the toilet before I have done taking wudhu. Yet, you still patiently wait until I have done taking prayer at the beginning of lunch time in an unused room in the library. You see, how could I not possibly miss you so bad? That is still not included how we spend most of the time together at school, class' camp in Victor Harbour, your house when I visited there for unknowingly the first and last at the same time, and how we share stories to each other. You are really a pleasure to be (best)friend with and will never be forgotten. I am truly sorry for what I haven't but should be done as friend. I hope to meet you again someday even though you might hardly remember me. Please take care of yourself whenever and wherever you are.
Sincerely,
your only Indonesian ex-classmate in Adelaide Secondary School of English.
