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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