A Thursday’s note

Today is a bus day for me. I go earlier than I use to be, to catch a bus from Barangsiang to Kampung Rambutan terminal. While sitting on the moving bus along the jagorawi toll way, there is a middle age woman whose join us as a singer. Her slender figure wrapped in an old casual t-shirt combined with a pair of blue jeans full of ballpoint graffiti. She knotted her black hair and cover it using a nike cap. Small hand bag were tied up around her waist while her thin fingers embracing the guitar as she start saying words of permission to sing us some songs.

 

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