i never, ever, expected to spend the second day of lebaran with his family!

we were driving to eat some satay, but otw home we got jammed when we were heading through lembang.

sure, it took hours for us to realize that this way wasn’t gonna work,

but all the fun and laughter and everything in between that we shared made it okay.

his brother is like, superbly talkative and crazy.

his dad is sooo calm, but his short comments are somewhat funny and entertaining.

his mom is sooo carefree and she laughs, all the time.

his granma is the classic javanese type, the calm and my my she seemed depressed everytime yudho farted.

his family is awesome.

and he himself, despite being sick and farting most of the time, is always nice and all romantic.

honestly, i feel more comfortable spending time with his family to that of mine.

it sounds wrong, i know! but it’s true.

don’t get me wrong; i enjoy being with my own family too,

but it’s the laughter that’s missing from ours.