2.57 pm right now (when I started write this,) and the only obvious thing everyone feel/suffer/bear is the high humidity and the hot piercing afternoon sun.
No much customers at the moment, nine in total. Blame it on the long school break and the decreasing spending power of the regulars. Saturday is usually packed with money and the profit looked good. Well, maybe tonite.
The sweat in my back reminds me how delicious a long cold shower or long dip into the pool, yet, I cannot swim.
I think we're in the midst of drought season again, the spot from 2 to 5 in the afternoon is the most unbearable moment, it enrages you and kills your cute smile and sparkly eyes. You simply look mean, really mean during this heat period. The funny thing is that the users dont looked bothered or mean at all, they are carried away with the porns and facebooks and chatrooms. But sometimes there's the fussy one who expects a five-star freezing cold room.
Odd thing happened yesterday. Um, it wasn't odd at all, I was thinking odd.
Here's the thing, i was kind of out of space, staring blankly outside, to the road, the closest one, outside the net cafe then there was this old woman, absolutely had no resemblance to mom at all but somehow, she did remind me of her. She was standing right there, she was with what seemed to be her daughter or grandaughter, dunno exactly, but thing woman held tight her hand, looking on their right way to cross the barely busy street.
I had no idea whether was it her sad/tired face or the weather that made my heart went for her, for whatever reason. Later that day, another old woman--I felt bad for asocciating my mom with old because she looks good and all in her sixties--along with her family members: 40something man with his wife (maybe,) and a young man at my age (hell yeah, I'm still young. LOL) run from the other side of the street and stopped the bus in front of the net cafe. There she was, took most of the time just to climb up the knee high bus door and settled down comfortably between her family, looked as if they just attended a party or something.
When was the last time I talked with mom? I asked myself, threw myself to end of the back of black old chair, rolled to either side for a min while kept on thinking about mom.
12.12 pm. Deadly hot.
I dialled Nenny's number...three times, no answer at all. Maybe she is working rite now, I said to myself but I tried once more and she let out a hallo which sounds so distant.
We're okay. I'm still at home, work in the afternoon...Mom's ok, no, no cough anymore, she's fine. Ah there she is.
Pause. She talked with mom.
Can I talk to her, pls?
Mom, here's Jerry wants to speak to you....
She's fine. It was full moon, no fish to sell. Yet, she managed to sound as if it was something ordinary, a thing she can put up with, with a bitter smile.
So, are you okay, really? I asked her, tried to imagine how she looked like in this kind of state, just walked home under the what could be the same strikingly hot sun, smelled of the salty air from the harbor, disappointed for taking home nothing.
Yeah, everything's fine, she assured me, then rushed into another topic, "Nenny has just returned from your late dad's hometown, stayed there two nite...took two girls from your auntie."
And out of nowhere, maybe mostly from the idea she didnt work, I told her I'd sent another money transfer this week, "oh thanks, Jerry. I'd take it next Monday, then," she said with obvious excitement. If only I could not only make you feel good but also provide you money you need, I said to myself.
Then she went on with wedding infos and so on, "We probly will go to Medan for another wedding,' she said, "On August."
I hang up the phone, continued listening to the online music and felt a lot better, tried to ignore the heat, the humidity, abandoned the question what to eat for dinner and stuffs.
And now, writing this shor posting helps me kill the time. Only another five minutes to finish my shift and head for the library to return my book, then to the ATM for the transfer.
Green showed up 2 hours ago with a black handbag, "just from my mom's. Al's at home now."
No much customers at the moment, nine in total. Blame it on the long school break and the decreasing spending power of the regulars. Saturday is usually packed with money and the profit looked good. Well, maybe tonite.
The sweat in my back reminds me how delicious a long cold shower or long dip into the pool, yet, I cannot swim.
I think we're in the midst of drought season again, the spot from 2 to 5 in the afternoon is the most unbearable moment, it enrages you and kills your cute smile and sparkly eyes. You simply look mean, really mean during this heat period. The funny thing is that the users dont looked bothered or mean at all, they are carried away with the porns and facebooks and chatrooms. But sometimes there's the fussy one who expects a five-star freezing cold room.
Odd thing happened yesterday. Um, it wasn't odd at all, I was thinking odd.
Here's the thing, i was kind of out of space, staring blankly outside, to the road, the closest one, outside the net cafe then there was this old woman, absolutely had no resemblance to mom at all but somehow, she did remind me of her. She was standing right there, she was with what seemed to be her daughter or grandaughter, dunno exactly, but thing woman held tight her hand, looking on their right way to cross the barely busy street.
I had no idea whether was it her sad/tired face or the weather that made my heart went for her, for whatever reason. Later that day, another old woman--I felt bad for asocciating my mom with old because she looks good and all in her sixties--along with her family members: 40something man with his wife (maybe,) and a young man at my age (hell yeah, I'm still young. LOL) run from the other side of the street and stopped the bus in front of the net cafe. There she was, took most of the time just to climb up the knee high bus door and settled down comfortably between her family, looked as if they just attended a party or something.
When was the last time I talked with mom? I asked myself, threw myself to end of the back of black old chair, rolled to either side for a min while kept on thinking about mom.
12.12 pm. Deadly hot.
I dialled Nenny's number...three times, no answer at all. Maybe she is working rite now, I said to myself but I tried once more and she let out a hallo which sounds so distant.
We're okay. I'm still at home, work in the afternoon...Mom's ok, no, no cough anymore, she's fine. Ah there she is.
Pause. She talked with mom.
Can I talk to her, pls?
Mom, here's Jerry wants to speak to you....
She's fine. It was full moon, no fish to sell. Yet, she managed to sound as if it was something ordinary, a thing she can put up with, with a bitter smile.
So, are you okay, really? I asked her, tried to imagine how she looked like in this kind of state, just walked home under the what could be the same strikingly hot sun, smelled of the salty air from the harbor, disappointed for taking home nothing.
Yeah, everything's fine, she assured me, then rushed into another topic, "Nenny has just returned from your late dad's hometown, stayed there two nite...took two girls from your auntie."
And out of nowhere, maybe mostly from the idea she didnt work, I told her I'd sent another money transfer this week, "oh thanks, Jerry. I'd take it next Monday, then," she said with obvious excitement. If only I could not only make you feel good but also provide you money you need, I said to myself.
Then she went on with wedding infos and so on, "We probly will go to Medan for another wedding,' she said, "On August."
I hang up the phone, continued listening to the online music and felt a lot better, tried to ignore the heat, the humidity, abandoned the question what to eat for dinner and stuffs.
And now, writing this shor posting helps me kill the time. Only another five minutes to finish my shift and head for the library to return my book, then to the ATM for the transfer.
Green showed up 2 hours ago with a black handbag, "just from my mom's. Al's at home now."
