finding a rest
From quite afar I heard song playing. A familiar tone to the drums inside the ears. Quickly I realized it was coming from a small electronic device that capable of a 12-inch loud speaker. Haste not I picked it up and answered the call. It was from the friend.
He seems to had something in his mind. Cloudy yet calm dark sky. One could still see the tiny little bright light up there, appearing in every sub-seconds. It seems to be that way, especially after they have decided to wash the hazy skies of the heart of Klang Valley.
I grab the car key which I tossed on the desk as I reached home earlier when the sun begin to hide himself behind the horizon. The key piled up among the mountains of dump I accumulated over the days. Some papers. Some are scribbled notes. Some printed with the royal face. Some with numbers. It turns out to be a mess anyway.
My lady was ready as she purrs when I pressed on her. And off we headed to the point of rendezvous. This friend of mine, dressed in black suit pants and pressed white striped shirt without the breast pocket. He made it easier for me to pick him out amongst the crowd of two. Only he who dressed that smart in the time like this. The other one make it even easier with the casual jeans along the brown sandal and a cotton-made t-shirt, which I suspect it has to be coming from the big land above us where the child workers which is a common there.
My glass was served filled with the gold color liquid. Creamy on top, with the strong crisp aroma. It reminds me of my first encounter with this liquid, where it gave me the taste of the back of the tongue. Leaving my throat dry and quenched for more. As I emptied the glass, it kept refilled till to the brim. Once it left the cold glass going into the living cells, I begin to feel the warmth that came from within. When the millions of receptors that below my skin brushed along with the cold humid air of the stale night, the sensation of the cold breeze at night is undeniable. My heart felt calmer. The head can feel the throbbing heart, pulse rate at every single second.
On that particular table of a size of 22-inch diameter, the three of us exchanged words. Words that does not need any affirmation or total understanding from each other. When everyone kept silence, the Chinese songs that playing on standing order filled the air. I familiar with few titles will sing along, in humming way as if like i am singing.
Once we cleared the bucket, I make the move and excused myself to be home. That is why I am here still here, blogging to furnish. It is as my thought that matters.
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