Hi,
It's me, Er. It's been a long time I haven't opened my ameba blog. Then, I decided to clean all my stuff that I wrote. My stuff back then just a little awful.
But, that's okay. I am writing something new.
At this moment, I already lost many things I love. One of them is my friend.
He's the person I met in 2015 on Facebook. His name's Afta. It's not his real name. But I am used to call him with that name. The way we know each other was complicated. In short time, we through the friendship with back and forth. Day by day, We became closer. We talk about everything, music, food, youtube, even ameba pigg. I love how the way he care about me. He's helpfulI, but he's a lil bit impatient. He got angry easily.
In 2016, I went to rural areas. In my place, there was no internet. So, we can't talk too much. It was hard for me. He always angry at me, because we can't talk smoothly.
In 2017, he cut his network to me. I was sad. Yes, of course. In 2018, It was a miracle that he want to talk to me. We became friends again. But not that long, in 2019 he's not reply my chat. He's unfriend me on facebook, not follow me on instagram. And Idk why.
I know, maybe it was my fault. I always make him sad or angry. It's already 6 months we haven't talked. If you read this, I miss you... I miss you very much.
Last week ago, my friend on facebook share his vlog. I am happy, he's in a good shape. I want to make a comment on his vlog but I don't have any confident on myself. That's okay, at least I know he's doing fine out there :)
This is Afta. My friend, my hero and my partner in badmouthing "****" hahaha.
Well, I am using his voice as my alarm. Bahaha 
