Momal Baig

Letter for Momal Baig

Hallo beautiful.

This letter is opening when I will start writing my story anonymously in this blog.

I think read this letter can make you laugh. My English still not good enough since first meet and second meet when you came to yogi’s coffee shop and you wear beautiful sari. Oke and now, I just remember how pretty you with that sari, fuck with who I come that night.

How are you? I cant call or message you. Are you get lost from your friend again and deactive your number? Or you was finished your master and go home. Two month ago I looking for you. Wanna invite you to Batu karas as you want. So sad. Actually its first for me, you gone and I sad, I don’t know.

When you back from Pakistan and we meet in coffeeshop near your dorm (always coffeeshop LOL), we speak about your and my sad story. Feel sad and angry, but I feel comfort with you. Glad to know your family and your wish after finished study (touched when you say will life here if you married with Indonesian), wonder when you talk amazing Pakistan. I’m happy with this meet, but I cant talk too much because my English. Haha. Then I avoid thinking about you, I’m afraid because you come from far away and we have different culture, then I have over think if I having you I cant give direction as a moslem and moslemah.

We meet again in spada. My god you still beautiful and I still cant talk too much. To be honest, I falling for you.

Momal baig