There are lot of things that I miss from this city. The road and the people I've meet. It was a good old days, when it was just behind two medium cups of Gurin while we talked a lot. Behind a big size of Tongji Jasmine Tea on Tunjungan Plaza's food court that we shared lot of stories and thoughts for hours. Just because we felt so stuffed inside. We talked a lot without caring people stared at us. We shared a lot till we laughed at each other after our eyes met. We catched each other signal well then smiled after. We talked like there's no tomorrow. We talked days and night. Where the sun shone so bright and rain fell a lot. We talked like we have nothing to do even we were both busy with those calculating and thesis things. We talked like, ah there was a good old days whenever I saw you and we told each other's stories. Or maybe it was a good old days for me only.
I do mad, I do disappointed but I start to miss you more.
Adheala Nathasya W who was listening to Dulu Kita Masih SMA by Luthfi x Adinda and suddenly feel this way
197 KM away from home
March, 9th 2018
