My best friend

By: Naufal Rangkuti

Diora Palmer is one of my best friends. She currently lives in Bandung; she works as a dermatologist in a skin care clinic. She is relatively in normal height with a slim body, just like a model. She has long brown hair, blue eyes and lightly tanned skin. She was my classmate in modeling and etiquette school.

She is an elegant person, she is graceful in every movement, poised, well-balanced. She doesn’t tend to move quickly but each movement is carefully thought out. She dress impeccably and her jewelry, shoes and accessories always match the outfit. 

Her voices are moderated, not loud nor whispers, and no screechy tones. She is perfectly polite and knows the right thing to say and do in any situation that involve manners. I don't think she would be much good on a farm or camping, but in polite company at dinners and parties and such, she rules.

I meet her in the modeling school; we were in the same story telling and speaking technique class with Mister Harris. Or occasionally I meet her in the clinic. I like it when she tells me some stories that amuse me to the fullest. I didn’t like it when she did too much sarcasm on me, especially when it aims to humiliate me.

She and I love to party, we love go to the gym, we love go to shopping, and doing some adventurous thing. I have received too many gifts from her for my birthday event. Its perfume, suit, baseball bat, baseball cap, and a weird Polaroid camera called lomo, she say it’s a vintage good, and it’s good for me, oh, I love it.

If I come to her birthday, I’ll bring her a good motorcycle helmet as the present from me. Well, she deserves a better helmet for good sake, and I’ll give her a Nolan Evo helmet. It refers to her habit on riding motorcycle.