TIL WE MEET AGAIN

After 18 years since I lost my birth father, today I experience what it was like to "lose" a father for the second time.
Watched you leaving felt a lot like that, Pak.

I still remember the first time we met.
You asked me various questions and seems that I gave you the correct answers.
I was very nervous on my first day working with you.
But it went away really quick.
Because you were so easy to be around with.
You are radiant, warm, and working with you was never like working at all.
I told you once, it was just like with my parent.

In our first career conversation, after three months of my working, you told me to work on my power point skill, to learn how to ask the Group Heads without bothering them - and look where I stand today, Pak.
In one ILC, you mentioned that my power point skill was good. I received some compliments as well. And today, I'm good friends with those Group Heads. They patted my back, asked me if I was okay, consoled me, asked my day, laughed with me, fought me, teased me, all kind of big brothers mixed with fathers.
You gave me confidence to work with them.
You always get my back, hence I was never afraid to stand in the front line.

I'm heartbroken to see you leave. But I know that you've left me in good hands.
You plan my career path. Knowing that I want to pursue marketing, you make a way for me to become one.
Ánd earlier today, like you knew it, you told me how to deal with my new role.
It made me cry.
Because even when you gave me your last hug in the office, you still think about me.

You always said, "What would I do without you, Chita"
But the truth is, "What would I do without you, Bapak?"

Nevertheless, I wish you nothing but all the best for you.
Because you deserve it.
I'm happy that you leave in good form, happy, loved, with so many people will miss you.

Thank you for everything, Bapak.

Until we meet again