He
always got up in the morning and walk me up to the café. We usually do
breakfast, together. I walk with him to the café
this morning
at 07:28. It’s spring now, but I still
freezing. I staring blankly when we walk. I felt claustropibic, not because cold. I still can feel the air in my lungs. I just … think and It's complicated. I stop and he kept walking for a
second before notice and stop, too.
“I want to tell the
truth.” I said.
“You okay?”
“Yes … umm no, I just need to talk to you about
something.”
“Okay … so, just talk. But can you talk when we walked? Because I need more power you know.” He said and patting his stomach, hungry.
“Yeah, course.” I said. He
walk, and I follow him “It’s about home.”
“What’s that mean? Home
here or your truly home in Jakarta?”
“Jakarta … I guess.” I
said
He not answer because we just arrive at the café. And he take a sit on the table number 8, I follow. The
waitress come and give us the menu. He order a Pancake Berry and Latte. I
order Croissant and Tea. Then when the waitress leave, he staring at me and
say, “So, what’s the matter?”
“I’m not going back to
Jakarta.”
He
not answer. Carefully thinking my word, I guess. We both silent. And then he talk after a second. “Why? You’re have a problem with your parents or what?”
“Nothing.
I’ve just not going back.”
