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Last week I slept over at friend’s for Mid-test week because it is raining season, here in Jakarta and my exam schedule always late afternoon when usually rain fall down. For the first time in forever and I hope for the last time my mom permitted me to go sleepover at friend’s, because she is herself never even think about that before. 5 days being apart with Mama and Bapak. None of them try to call me and say everything like asking anything. Either I being irritated I, myself got to miss them a lot. I realized that mom and dad supposed to make a home feels like home wherever they are away from home. It is always home where I can poo conveniently. It is always home where my mom yell to every single detail that I made. It is always home where nobody demands for everything I should do. I shouldn’t always adapt to everything that happens there. It is always home where I shouldn’t pay back to everything that I have eaten. It is always home where I can lock the door and