6 months later...

It's approaching our 6-month anniversary since we begin this journey of love.

How time flew so fast, huh..

By now, you have visited my hometown twice, met my parents more than that, and seen the places where I grew up and found out why I ended up becoming who I am today. By now, I have been on two trips with your family - they're no longer the scary strangers who immediately disapproved our relationship on the basis that there was little information about me... and that my once-red hair and non-doctor profession are quite unusual to your usual dating preference.

I understand them, truly - if I become a mother and have a son like you, I will act similarly.

Just like now you know how my father is very protective of me growing up, and how Semarang and Medan chindos are not so different after all in terms of family protectiveness.

I was raised by my father who is a selfless and noble man, who raised his big family out of poverty to affluence without a single thought to his health.

I was raised by my mother who is a strong and capable woman, who are never afraid to confront anything she perceives as injustice in spite of her own inherent beauty.

You were raised by a father who is calm yet undeterred in his principles, and although you said to me that you can hardly relate to him, I can still see his strong values in you. He's made you the wonderful future family man that you are today.