Jakarta is merely raining all the day, all the past two weeks. I woke up this morning, pulled up my blanket again as I heard the raindrops fell through outside. I went out from my room and found that Dad hasn't been home since I was back, 2 am last night. My sister is sleeping still, even less she realized it's a perfect Sunday to rest at best. However, I have many things to be done today. I'll get them done in time, I knew. I just need to take some deep breath to make sure that this morning, doesn't taste as plain as when Mom left this house.
I stare too long at the door, the morning has passed. Now is 12 already, and the rain stopped eventually. Haven't I told you how much I love the smell of that wet land? And how was in some elsewhere places, how was there? Is it raining all the day too? Do you smell any wet land too? Gosh, it's colder than it ought to be.
