Read The Unwritten

I wrote a very-short-story last night. It was night to Iedul Adha holiday, the day when pilgrims in Mecca accompplished their rituals. Frankly I don't sure whether I deserve to name it story or just Facebook's note but, to ease me writing this article, let just name it story.

The story doesn't have ordinary plot such as conflicts and ending. Indeed it merely drew scene around my being that night. I posted onto Facebook's note then tagged some friends of mine. Among them, Yessi (lady on picture) left a comment that said: "I don't sure but the story gave me impression of hidden loneliness."


She was right. On that night, I missed my family and daughter. I missed to gather with people whom I love. Traditionally, Ied holiday is occasion for Indonesian especially moeslem, to return homeland from wherever they currently reside are for family gathering. Because of some reasons, I did not return to homeland but instead stayed in Banda Aceh town. I felt loneliness.

It came to my surprise because not a single word on that story mentioned my conscience, but any sounds or views paraded around. I described the world as how it showed through my eyes and how it heard through my ears. I would love to call it painting the nature scenery by alphabets.

She read things I didn't write!

I believe that one shall reflect conscience through any form of communication, in this case writing, although one doesn't describe it directly. It reflects through the description of scene or thought upon the world. Unique experiences through life shape unique conscience in each people. It contributes one identity.

Paulo Coelho once said on Twitter that people see the world, not as it is, but as they are.

I saw surrounding scene as I am, then wrote for Yessi to read. It was chance for her to track-back into my current conscience. My writing is ship for her to sail into my conscience, grab thing hidden there, returned with smile, then opened her hands showing me: 'look here... I found this... loneliness!'.

I was surprised that she read the unwritten story. Be careful if you are happen to be near this Yessy lady!

Happy to See You Happy

As for the first article, you may want to know why I put 'Sit and Enjoy Coffee!' on the header of this very blog. It relates to my addiction for coffee. However that addiction is yet not enough to push me out seeking unique taste of coffee blend on each corner of the world unless a God-blessed-body being kind enough to send me invitation along with flight tickets.

I kept sachets of instant coffee in my room and have some cafe around to pay that addiction off. Not less than five cups of coffee stack my mug everyday.  I don't know whether or not that habit will harm my body but few volunteer advisers told me to push the number down. I love them for worrying my lifestyle but coffee seemingly still attracts me better.

What am I doing with coffee on the table, just taking sips then silently gazing into the cup? Am I sort of fortune-teller who able to reveal messages out of blur reflection over the surface of coffee drink?

Please do not follow your wrong imagination on because I will tell the story soon.

In fact, most of tables in cafe around my local was designed to harbor four seats. I dragged some good friends of mine to fill empty seats then being employed by nature-law that commend: "if there are two or more speakable men gathering then conversation shall goes on fluently unless they speak different language or in cold relationship". We love to talk almost everything in our mind. The subject varied from light to severe one; from the latest update of acquainted ladies to wars around the world; and so went on until waiter's gaze beam upon our empty cups. Less cheers! We translated that waiter expression as to place new order or to leave our seat immediately. Sometime we followed the translation but there were times we ignore it.

We never planned conversation subject before leaving our place out to the cafe but it flew here and there freely. I love to have good conversation and enjoyed the moments when I sometime bring out words that somehow made us laughing or at least invited light smile on our face. Laugh releases the stress out to happy and improve your health. That is what I heard from people.

What is the greatest thing on this world other than making our friends happy?

I love to make my friends happy. That does not mean I am always in the state of happiness. Indeed there were times when I was unhappy but it should be improved if I really did something that made others happier. I like to call it self-healing of sadness through happiness of others.

Lets make our friends happy for the sake of ourselves happiness.

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