We Were


In the same window, when the time went by.
I`m sitting with my laptop, seeing a building we called it “college”. Standing like no hopes although it was colored by things. We are moving into new one, not so far from here. And i don`t know what would happen into an old campus, maybe will be sold.

A few years ago, we were talked and dreamed. At first we were four, then two years later just two of us, and two years later it`s only me. And two years later I would comeback to remember this moment as always. If might be with someone, or just with the loneliness inside crowded. I don`t mind.

My menu also changed. This restaurant did not served the chili i used to eat. No chili, no lime. When I`m thinking, suddenly one of the waitress freaking. The fat young woman who felt into the floor, crying like hell, called her mama, and nobody can handled for. Just a young guy who lifted her up to the chair near the kitchen.

Two women and a men who were ordering foods cancelled their request. They gone.

I`ve already paid my menu, so i eat such nothing happened. Yeah, it won`t influenced me much more than a bit attention. Oh girl, your case will be a topic around this place. And I heard a caused about boyfriend. Hammer me.

Now the previous old woman also take her butt out. I still eating, typing this and had a plan to post it on my blog. When I almost finished, that chili served. It warms. So they cooked it before i arrived here. Great, better late than never.

Actually i just want to spend my time by sitting here. Then maybe I would take a pray in mushola and waiting for the meeting at 01.00 pm. I cant sat in the campus because people took all the chairs and desks, so I have no reason to stay. Meanwhile i have to make new template, my laptops battery start to dropped. Me did not hungry either. Maybe it was a kind of waste money but i didn`t want to say that. Let me enjoy this day after bad luck i did not wake up for sahoor this morning.

It`s 1st Thursday of Dzuhijjah month.

I`m leaving.    


PS : Tidak peduli grammar.

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