It’s another hot sunny Wednesday in Jakarta. I mean hot hot.
The piano’s playing soft tunes on the speaker
inside Starbucks I’m sitting in. People chat away with their peers, some talking about business stuff, one couple just throwing eye-look to each other with silence smile and some other just enjoying the free air conditioner and Wi-Fi, like me.
Well, actually I just finished one meeting with a client. He’s a friend’s friend of mine who happen to open a wine lounge in South Jakarta. I like this guy I meet with. A big round cheeky smile flourish his face, likes the world doesn’t have a problem at all. We talked about business for like half an hour then continue gibberish with our personal matters. What a fun guy to talk with.
Then he left when his woman friend picks him up. I know it’s not his spouse or significant other because he’s gay. Like me. The wind touches my back as I felt the heat wave passes. I grabbed my backpack and moved in. The only reason I was sitting outside was because the client is a smoker and we can’t smoke inside Starbucks. And as a passive smoker, we always get indirect lung cancer with no further complain. Like me.
People still busy with their matters while as if they don’t notice I’m here, typing some nonsense in my notebook. The music has change to this chill jazzy tune with sound of clarinet hypnotizing my mind away from this place. A mind full of spirit as in my third day in my new job in an advertising magazine is really boosted up my days. Just like me and every people in the world, looking for money is one of the famous hobbies besides jerking themselves silly.
It’s just a normal day in one of the wicked city in Indonesia. I still sat here thinking a million things at once while my thoughts can’t process them all. I got my book beside me, Tuesdays With Morrie by Mitch Albom, which was a gift for my birthday from Juan. Just like me, I think people wants peace of their own in one of those (very) sunny days. And I’m happy that I have it.
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