After alot of organising through the Blackberry (having 20 people giving you ideas about what to do for our farewell is a little overwhelming) we all settled on a traditional Indonesian warung called Mbak Jingkrak Warung in Blok M. Quite fitting I reckon to be going for a meal in a warung as our last get together. Surprisingly everyone of my relatives living in Jakarta came, a rarity, as not all are close to others. It felt like our wedding again and in the end we were quite nostalgic.

Oops didn't realise I was sitting at the men's table...

So hard to get a picture of this kid!

My cousin's son who gave the husband his new nickname "Om bule"
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