It's Still Cloudy
I am in a coffee shop, I just order a coffee on cashier and pay it directly, and then I looking for a seat, seeing around, just a group of young boys with a high school uniform, sat on wooden chair around the table, and near entrance, there’s a girl with pink hijab sat alone, look like waiting for someone, she watched on her smartphone and then watching outside, drink her americano ice using the straw. I walked to her, but actually not for sit with her, I just want go outside. It is a cloudy day, but I think it wouldn’t be rain, its better when I sit in front of coffee shop, watching on the street, let the wind blow my face and mind, bellow a big umbrella—I don’t know the name, I just call it big umbrella. There is no one outside. So, I think it’s good for me, I look to ceiling in top of my head, I mean umbrella, I sit down on wooden teak chair, look like made from root of teak by local craftsman. I put my bag on the table—made from teak wood too. I draw out my laptop, then t