10.39 pm
" I guess i come late again. " Huft. It's the consequences my office so far from station.
I walk to the counter " Sir, one ticket please. " Sit the man with his uniform. Always this man. The old man, i guess around, fifty?
" Good evening miss, late again? " He throw me a smile.
" Umm yeah haha, my office is so far from here, and i got traffic jam. "
" This city is always crowded. Traffic jam always occur even though it has been late. " He give me my ticket. " This is the last train you'll get tonight. I suggest you to sit around here. You can see it has been pretty quiet. "
What a kind man. " Thank you. I'll ask you if i need something. " I smile, and go away.
Where are people? I wonder. So quie here, i just see, two or, three people sitting across.
And I always see this people, everyday sitting in front of closed bread shop. I think he's a beggar. Is it ok to stay there? It's already dark. Umm, i don't care.
I walk to coffee machine. What should i buy, espresso, cappuccino, or.. I take the milk one.
I like to sit beside this machine. Its sound make feel no lonely.
" Milk coffee again miss? "
Someone behind me. I try to see him " Sorr- ". Eh, no one there. It's ridiculous. Maybe just voice in my head.
I don't mind it. I just want to enjoy my coffee. Umm, cold.
" Hmm? " I see newspaper on the seat.
" SHIT!! " ups, my voice too loud. Everyone start staring at me. Just a second.
It's ridiculous. I saw the head topic, it is about...
Families left homeless after house gutted by flames.
It's just ordinary news. But it make me shock. I see the date it's published.
May 21, 2017. It has been a year.. Who the fck will still keep this old news.
IIW, DISGUSTING. I just realize this newspaper is so gross, someone must be peed on it, so stink.
I just threw it to the railroad, then i see the train coming.
It's not mine. Guess it belong to them. Right, all of them.
The train passed by and,.. wait. The beggar disappeared. Does he just go home? I always see he is never leaving his spot. Um, should i care?
" Fck! " My coffee spill out. Oh no my precious coffee.
The lamp is turned off.
Ohh cmon, it's not the time. The place i sit become dark. Just coffee machine is glowing. I see around. I'm totally alone. Does the man do it purposely?
KRIEETT
What was that? Something scratches the rail. I can see nothing. Guess i need to ask the old man.
" I'm sorry sir, were you turned the lamp off? " I point the place i sat.
" No, miss. It's still 10.54. Not closed yet. " Then the man try to see the place i pointed. " You can see the machine still glowing. The lamp must be to old. It have to be changed. "
" Uh wait, do you know where the beggar went to? " I wonder
" What beggar miss? " The man frowning.
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