It’s nearly six in the evening and Jakarta’s skyline is bathed in the dying light of a crimson sunset. The office workers flood out of the highrise buildings like rivers, converging toward the MRT station. I am one among many, indistinguishable in my white shirt and dark trousers
"yaampun kapan punya anak?"
"sekarang tante"
seketika kami bersenggama di hadapan keluarga besar—di atas karpet dan sempat kesenggol toples sagu keju yang ga laku
Coffee shops that blurred into one another. Late dinners that stretched into conversations about nothing and everything. Walking through streets that felt different because he was in them.