When someone’s saying goodbye, what usually comes to your mind?
For me, usually flashing memories of sometime long time ago of something very important for me; Although maybe for those people, it’s not very important, and maybe they already forgot about it.
Today, my friend and big sister is leaving Korea for good (maybe). When I wanted to say goodbye, suddenly a memory of my first day in Korea came to my mind . That day, just arriving at my dormitory, I have to swallow the bad news, no room was available.
No one could help me, I was devastated, tired, and confused. Then, someone suggested to stay with another Indonesian student for a while. And she was that person who took me into her room, particularly the first person since I’ve arrived who asked me “how are you?” and let me sleep on her bed. I was so touched, that this lady, without knowing me personally, just met me for several minutes, could be without hesitation told me to sleep on her bed, and take a rest. She was doing it without nothing in return, as I know her more, she just always cares for other people…
For a new student, just arrived in nowhere, finding someone who really cares is just so wonderfully memorable. Maybe we had a lot of laughs, hang outs, and many things we did together, but one simple action of affection which touched my heart is just so much more precious to me.
Also tomorrow is the day of another farewell, she is technically the first female Indonesian student in Korea I knew. During my preparation day, she had helped me a lot, and answered all my annoying questions, while she had her 3 months old baby to take care of. Basically she is a very inspiring woman; a mother, a Phd student, a wife, a big sister to us all, and doing all of those jobs amazingly well. But, for me, there was a certain moment where I feel really grateful that she was there, that she was willing to spend her 20 minutes time with me.
During my first month in Korea, I had a very big problem that made me had to go back to Indonesia. At that time, I felt like I am such a disgrace to all the Indonesian students, I felt like they were all judging me as a-spoiled-new-student-who-come-home-during-her-first-month. I hesitated to tell anyone about my problem. But she asked me, she asked me softly like a mother, “what happened?” Then I told her about all my problems, and she listened… Just another simple act of affection, she listened. It all happened one year ago, and my problems are solved, but I never forget how she listened and just encouraging me, without making any judgement.
I think, these two ladies have a great role in my life to form how I became like I am now. As I grow up and becoming more mature than now, I would always remember their simple acts of affection.
Somehow, to touch someone’s heart is simple, sometimes it’ll cost you nothing, but become a precious gift for the other person.
And don’t forget, some says, you will be remembered to one person, as how you touch his/her heart.






















