Pasar Ahpoong, Sentul City, Bogor is the name of the place my husband took me yesterday. It’s a beautiful park with a food court over a river. I think “Eat & Eat” is the name of the food court. It’s a nice place and the food was delicious but people littered everywhere and I couldn’t relax at a place with so much trash. And there were some shameless, inconsiderate people who smoked cigarettes at the tables. And crying babies. And the lines for every food stall were very long… I was starving. My children weren’t fussy, though. They just played and enjoyed themselves, their cheeks turned so red like apples.
Oops… I made it sound horrible, but like I said, it’s a nice place, it’s worth visiting if you travel to West Java. Nearby, there’s a huge amusement park, called Jungle Land, but the tickets were too expensive for a short, unplanned visit, so we decided to come back someday in the near future.
We went to 2 other city parks after that, but I was too tired so I just waited in the car to read my Korean essay book. My husband asked why would I read an essay book, I’m not going to gain anything from it. I answered, I read about the author’s perspective of life so I can change the way I see my own life, so this essay book actually changes my life and teaches me new ways to be happy. He laughed and said he wasn’t convinced. But he left me alone with my book, and took our children to play. It was a great day.
By the way, I took notice of the not-so-meaningful conversation because my husband made zero comment when I put up posters of Korean male singers in our bedroom.
He also said nothing about the photo-card of CNU of B1A4 in my purse. I always giggle whenever I open my purse and see it there. My children always laugh, too, they make comments like, “Mama, why is he naked?”
My family is awesome. I suppose other husbands would get angry and be jealous and other children would be embarrassed so I’m really grateful that my family understands me and accepts my weird hobby: learning Korean for my love of cute K-pop boys.
Well, I guess if Mama is happy, everyone is happy. ###