i will never forget the day, the first day, as my dad named my little brother. he insisted to have his (my brother's of course) name, dika. then, it turned out to be ARADIKA. i was just fine with it. however, the middle name that bugged me, LULUNTA. what on earth is this name classsified into?! weird to me. it never sounds like a sundanese name. my brother lost his identity in his first day being named (pardon my racism). it reminds me to one of my ex's last name, tigaras. see? you can never stop guessing that he is not a sundanese otherwise he is. he absolutely is. just like my little brother, born in the middle of original sundanese family..
my brother is more appropriate to be my nephew or even the son of my newly wed neighbor since we differ almost 14 years in age..what a proper age to have a little brother. but now, what can i do? he's all here, ALIVE.. alhamdulillah, he must be a reminder for me of all anything that i'm still figuring out..
so, tonight was just like the other nights if i come home. i help him studying..i just realized if time passed so passed. he's in grade three now. feels just like yesterday i rocked him a baby, changed his diaper, spoon-fed him...but now, he can even use cellphone..
he cried tonight as he learned with me.yeah,math.he didn't really understand what the material was about.. thing that got me mad was that he didn't pay enough attention or focus on the subject. so, he kept forgetting what i had told him that it made me keep repeating things we had discussed. annoying!!
but he stayed there, learned with me til the end..although he got corporal punishment from me..emh..what an evilish sister i am.. that's just how i expressed my love for you, little brother :-) <alibi>
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