Day 9 : Love Has No Language
In Muslim-dominated Indonesia and Hindu-influenced Bali, I remembered being surprised when I learnt that Leni was a Christian. So, when she invited the school folks to her house on Boxing Day, I was naturally excited to experience what I believe would be a truly authentic Indonesian hospitality.
Leni had lovingly and painstakingly prepared a sumptuous spread after knocking off from school. The children kept us entertained with their funny antics. Leni kept offering food to make sure I had enough to eat. Some of us had too much beer. Some of us laughed too hard. I saw love in the mothers’ eyes as they shared precious moments with their kids. I felt the love of a big family that now extended to me. Then someone started to belt out Indonesian songs, and everyone started to sing and sway along—Indonesian, Singaporean, Vietnamese—it didn’t matter that I didn’t understand what was being sung.
In that shared moment, I knew some things are best experienced and not understood.
After all, love has no language.
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