Coffee and Contemplation - 1

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  It was a pleasant evening, and I always order a Japanese iced filter whenever I spend time at this particular slow bar in Jakarta. As I sipped my 50k-something coffee, my mind began to contemplate the passage of time. Ten years ago, I only paid 18k for the same menu item, the same beans. I understand how inflation works, and I know that coffee crops depend heavily on nature to thrive. Yet, as I sat there, I realized how drastically prices have skyrocketed over the last decade—not just for coffee, but for everything. Even though my salary has increased fourfold in that time, I still feel as though my buying power has weakened. It wasn't just the price of the beans that bothered me; it was the realization that the cost of living is quietly eroding everything I’ve worked for. I won't go into the weeds of government mismanagement, but it reminded me of a scene in The Trial of the Chicago 7 , where Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s character asks Sacha Baron Cohen’s about his contempt for hi...
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lluvia #21

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Saya melihat perempuan itu lagi. Bedanya ia sudah ahli menyunggingkan senyum menutupi perih di dadanya. Saya mendekat untuk menyapa.
'hari ini hujan,' ujarnya. Iya, sore ini memang hujan. Tepat saat kami berpapasan di tepi jalan.
'boleh kamu sampaikan pada dia, saat ini saya merindunya.' tanpa sadar tangan kanannya meraba dada. Masih terasa sesak.
'katanya, orang yang tidak bisa menangis itu adalah orang yang lemah.' ucapnya lagi, 'saya merasa lemah saat merinduinya. demikian lemah hingga tak berdaya mengeluarkan air mata.'

Kami duduk berdampingan. Menunggu hujan reda. Menunggu airmatanya luruh. Menunggu lelakinya bicara. Menunggu entah apa.

Ia tidak bicara lagi. Airmata memenuhi rongga dadanya. Untuk lelaki yang menciptakan rindu.

'kamu, saya rindu.' ucapnya lirih.

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