Having coffee for the first time during my return from Jakarta

By David Khoirul

Friday, January 2, 2015

Harry and I had coffee in a warung next to Suzuki, and we chatted for an hour when Jhony suddenly came. We three talked about terrorism and about the condition of our friend Huda who is allegedly captured by police and shot dead in Syiria. Our coffee was so bitter but I enjoyed it. As we talked, laughed and drinked the coffee, a motorbike stopped in the main road. A girl's skirt was slipped into the wheel. I though it was a serious accident.

People came to offer help but she was too shocked so she and her boyfriend ran away, leaving their motorbike in front of Hj. Barokah's store. Jhony, Harry and I kept talking as the rain became harder and harder, and Jhony decided to go home for dinner.

Harry and I went to Adam's house after we had enough with coffee and interesting discussions at the warung. In Adam's house, we sat in the terrace and talked about foods, buses and mobile phones, and about beautiful girls I met in the mall. Adam likes to see pretty women.

Harry, who looked anxious, invited me to go home. I called Sury while standing in Sultan Agung.

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