My Funny Step Father

I used to think that finding my parent were divorced and had step parent was an unfortunate event
I just found out that it is actually a blessing
I just have to shift my way of thinking
Somebody just asked me if I have to choose between lose my parent because they died or they divorced (got separated) , what will I choose?
I don't want both of course
But I knew that if any of those things happened, I should do not mind any of them because I believe that Allah always gives best for His servant :)

The one who asked me, explained that if my parent divorced, I still can see both of them while if they are dead, I can't see them anymore
So divorce is not that bad
I just realized recently that having step family made me loved by more people.
Now I have two fathers that love me :D
I also got more people to be loved by me
Is not it great?
Alhamdulillah :D

Btw, I just found out that my step father is so funny. During ramadhan, He kept forgetting kolang kaling (glibbertjes) and every time he asked for kolang-kaling, he said kongkalikong (partner in crime) instead.
He is also often confused if my mom and my family from my mother's side talk in sundanese
He asked "Who is wae? Why he is often called?"
wae in sundanese  (may be it is similar to adverb in English) has a lot meaning and it differ depends the context, so it kinda hard to explain to him.
Wae can mean only, too, etc.
But since he thought wae was a person, We laughed at him.
Last Eid, my family walked to mosque near our house, my father complained that the sermon is in English and I got puzzled to hear that because I didn't remember the time when the sermon is in English. When I arrived at mosque, I realized that English is not really mean English for my father. It is a metaphor. What my father mean was Sundanese (a language that he did not understand) because the Ustad spoke in Sundanese
:D

Father

When I heard my mother will get married again, I'm skeptical.
I know second marriages are more vulnerable than the first marriage
because each person thinks they have learned from their mistakes,

 but in fact is not necessarily true,

 the same problem can or will reappear.

Besides, I'm afraid I can not adapt well.
Father figure is rarely present in my life, 

what will I feel when suddenly there is a strange man who would show up every day to be my father? 

From what I heard,  my prospective father has 4 children.
 How will I adapt to my new four siblings?
 What will I call them?
Will am I no longer the first child?
There are many questions running in my mind that scared me and made me anxious.

Unfortunately, between my brother and sister, I am the only one who opposed  this marriage.
I even cried in front of my mom, but my mom said "Je, everyone has already agreed. Only you are not. "

I did not believe it when I heard that. Did my siblings not worry like me?

I mean a man and four new sibling will be a big change in life, right?

I can not imagine adaptation process! It will be hard! I presume

My brother, Huang said "What’s the problem, Je? Don’t shut yourself! Be more open! Why not try it once?"

Nia, my bestie, said I am worried because I am the first child and I feel responsible as head of the family if the marriage fails.
Maybe.. It sounds logical to me.

Do you know what?
The marriage turns out okay, not scary.

My step dad is a realistic person.
My family did not move to Jakarta (my step father come from Jakarta) and his family did not move to Karawang.
The new family had not stayed under the same roof. We live apart.

He comes to Karawang every weekend, it made the adaptation process easier for me, because it is not sudden and big changes. 

I and my siblings do not have to call him father/abi, we can call him, Om yul.
His children also call my mom, aunt Ema. 

The best part is that I was not forced to meet with my step siblings.

The second marriage turns out fine, the change was not as drastic and as difficult as I feared

Alhamdulillah : D

And now, a year has passed. I think it's time that I started to change my stepdad nickname.

Yes, a few days ago, I started calling him Dad, not Om yul anymore.
My tongue is still numb and sometimes, I forget and call him Om Yul again.  

But I am going to change, to be better :D

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