Tonight, one year ago, in the night of Eid Al-Adha, you've arrived at my hometown, greeted with the opening of the door, parents were waiting for your arrival. After those late indo dinner, at that time we have decided to walk outside the house with those takbir's voice were everywhere, " If you could change something about your country, what whould it be?" asked you as the opening of endless deep discussion, " I would like to make a free program that every citizen of indo could travel all over Indonesia, at least each month like oh come on man, even here we haven't touch another part outside of java". Till the dead of night deep sharing discussion. Those morning, when everyone in the house was wide awake, prepared for Eid prayer, but then surprisingly you get up, wanted to wear those muslim cloth along with "how to wear sarong and cap, hasby?", infact we were agreed that when my mum told you that is okay to not join us for the Eid prayer in the field and stayed at home, those moment when you did joined the whole series of Eid prayer infact my dad already told you just sit and watch us, those moment when your back-neck was burned due to the sun while waiting the khutbah, and those neighbor's curiousity. Those time when we had barbeque with the whole family in grandma's backyard, those sate, ketupat opor and ketchup sauce instead of peanut sauce as your favorite, along with some jokes of my uncle, those night after, when cheese martabak was the companion for planning the next Jogjakarta's adventure. It has been a year, at least my mum won't stop asking me "when will my another son come back home?" those neighbor with the same curiosity of " will he come back to do the Eid again?" nor my dad with "remember when he loves mum's cooking?" And I think to myself, it was worth having chance to open our door for hosting these exchange student, was damn good experience to have another new family member from different country, was amazing time to have host brother to share deep perspective and have taught each other's languages even in short time,but of course, thing of peace is joy forever. "Dichtbij of verweg, we zijn nog steeds broeders". -Bumiayu, 2017.
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