Bustle and hustle
The sirens wails when the door opens
a caucasian with green shirt just entered
two indonesians' face just emerged near my table
Then they spoke in foreign language...
The four guys are seating in a circle. What is their job? Are they a business man or what?
I checked my time limit, I have reached 45 minutes of usage. Still got 4 hours and 15 minutes. The sun is shinning brightly, I looked out of the glass wall. Outside people are smoking freely, burning their money in a form of tobacco. Hmm it's been two weeks I tried to quit smoking. Yeah, I prefer the cold of AC rather then the heat and the smells of nicotine.
A shy girls enters, I stop myself and look at her. She is holding her purse so tight. Hmmm How in the world I think that she's a shy girl. No she's not. She just is looked like a bit feminine. That's it.
I ran from my cabin today. Escape to the theater near me. I just saw a touching Indonesian film. I like Bambang...a genuine and very rare to find. I am "automatically romantic" all of a sudden...
My wheels took me to the down town, where the coffee is their passion, and you can also eat the "king" wrapped in a bun. In the name of searching an inspiration, I excuse and let myself to be where the old times occurred. Back then I was a broadcaster. On the eight floor I used to spread my thought from the microphone. I used to walk around just to find a home fragrance oil.
Yeah here I am.
In the heart of the city.
Sarinah Area...
Sip the chocolate and try to get an idea ....
Pfuih...what an escapade...
