My Amar
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I'm Ressa. My name is Resaaaaaaa. If you want to go longer, call me Reeeeeeeeeesaaaaaaaaaaa. Haha.

My real name is Ressa Arini. Born in Bogor, 1998 on February 10. I'm a girl, just finished eating cheese martabak, and drinking coffee.

I don't like sweet food. Not a little dislike, but a little disinterested. Because what? Because I like men, not women. I'm not a lesbian so still like men, haha.

I used to love eating seblak. Now I like seblak, kwetiaw, martabak, brown banana, chicken noodles, samyang, and many more.

The thing I don't like is where I sleep and get ereuep-ereup. It's very disturbing, for me, and maybe, for some people out there.

First of all, I'm sorry if anyone is offended or uncomfortable with what you read. I just wanted to tell you, if you're offended, it's beyond my expectations, I'm sorry.

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Let me tell you my background, just a little bit but. I live with my father, mother and sister.

My mother's name is Siti Khomisah. Sukabumi-born woman. People call him Ity. If I had called him that, I would have been angry.  So I called him Mamah.

Mom is a good man. Well, because he always routinely does things that no one else does for me. Like feeding. And just now, he gave me a drink.

Mom called me Echa. I am his favorite child, because I always help him cook water and make my bed, as a child. If now, I like to help her cook, that's also if I remember the ingredients and recipes.

I was once in a madmanin Mamah once. In the past, if I asked for snacks just to buy a thousand comic book that was sold when I was in SD.

My father was born in Bandung. Name's Roziq. Roziq. Like a girl's name, right? I think so too. I don't know why my grandmother gave him that name.

Maybe grandma and grandpa wanted to have a daughter at that time. But who was born my father, be named Lestari behind him. It's just that I think, if you want to know the truth, just ask them, in their graves.

Dad was an employee in one of the offices in Jakarta first. Now, he's just an ordinary old man with a pensioner's salary in his possession.

I am the most beautiful woman. But, that's what my father said, and myself. If you don't believe me, ask Mom.

Just about my family. If it is too long, it will be their biography. I'm sorry if there's no details, I don't want you guys to really know who and where I live. I would go home and spend a lot of rice. I don't want that to happen.

About my sister. That doesn't need to be discussed. He was born last month. February 12, 2020. So he's still a baby right now. I love to cry and drink my milk. His name is Son of Azhari.

I often carry it. I singit. Once she cried and wanted to drink milk, but she was not there, shopping. I was just giving her ASI, but you know? There's no water. And my sister was crying.

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Back then, when I was a kid I lived in bogor. School Elementary School there. But only up to fifth grade. Before finally, I moved to Jakarta, the area to be exact.

I miss bogor. I miss my school library which is often messed up by me and my friends. I miss a lot of things, because I spent my childhood there.

I was living in Jakarta at the time. It didn't last long either. I moved in when I was in 2nd grade High School. Around the year 2015.

Grandma is dead now. He breathed his last in 2012. Honestly, I was sad and crying.

I want to catch up with Grandma. Because, at that time he said there will be an apocalypse in 2012 and you certainly know the issue. I was a kid, so I easily believed the hoax news.

-oOo

Sukabumi is unique. The people are kind, friendly, polite, and can be friends with me. The air here is also very comfortable. Not polluted, as in Jakarta.

Especially Miss RW who is close to my house. He always gave us durian, at the time his garden was harvesting. Unfortunately, I don't like durian. I like it, you, haha. Joking.

There are still a lot of trees here. There are still many forests. There are many plantations. There are still many farms. And there are many other things.  In Jakarta, it is rarely seen.

Sukabumi is normal. Water is still liquid form. The chicken still lays eggs. Cats still love salted fish, and nothing strange yet. For example, a horse married to a date and its child is named Kurama, like the naruto's biju.

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In Sukabumi, I went to my school, at one of the high schools there. Not as big and luxurious as school in Jakarta. But the school is good. Quite strict, disciplined, and many other things that are no less great than my school in Jakarta.

Lots of new friends I've made. Among them, Eneng, Hani and Ira. Eneng is a girl. Ira is a woman. Hani is a woman. Haha.

Besides Eneng, Hani and Ira. There are many other friends. Including, male friends, guys, men too. Among them are Ramdan, Iko, Iki and others.

All my friends are good. The class that I occupy, is called a good children's class by the teacher. Everyone is disciplined and follows rules. Except for Arif sitting in the back. He's a sleepyhead in class.

Arif is like a banana tree that collects the same coconut tree. Different alone, just make trouble. But now he's successful. In fact, he likes to treat me to ice-cold snacks when he meets on the road.

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My study days were fun at the time. I have been in school there for almost a month. But, there's nothing strange, or special there yet. Except for a few things.

There are some people who have a crush on me, said the Ira. One of them is Zaki, my classmate. Zaki always expressed his feelings openly. In a way, pay more attention to me, give food every hour of rest, or call me just to ask questions that are not important.

Besides Zaki, there is also Badr. Badr likes me, but not like Zaki. Badr was covered with his feelings. He was often embarrassed, or misbehaved when he met me. This Badr from Class 2 Ipa 3. As for me, from class 2 Ipa 2.

There's another one who likes me. I don't know who he is. He never, ever, shows his true identity. Like a secret admirer. She keeps chocolates and flowers under my desk. He called me, but didn't mention his name. And I know, it's not Badr.

There are many more who like me. Maybe because I was from the city at the time. I'm not happy at many people's estimates. There, I'm uncomfortable and a little uncomfortable. I prefer to be friends without feeling involved. At the time, I was still in High School.

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Just about me. This isn't autobigraphy, so I don't want to go into too much detail about who I am. Let's not know, I don't want anyone to love me after knowing who I am. Someone will be jealous, hehe.

-oOo