I saw her today. Nabila was hiding behind one of the big trees, between our camp and the wilderness. She’s always been there before the sun goes down—reflecting while peeping occasionally from the shadows of the forest, darkened by the sinking sun.
Tonight, he is still wearing the same garments; a dark wrist-length sweater that almost hid his tiny knuckles along with a light brown trousers with a certain cut; makes his legs look taller. I see his fingers are rubbing together, as if he asks me to hold them. The absence of light around us makes me unable to find what kind of shoes he is currently on. Yet, his charming figure mesmerizes me, always.Continue reading “Night Over Night”
Kedai kopi itu tak selebar kandang berpagar kayu yang dipenuhi selusin sapi montok milik saudagar Wawan; tak pula setinggi rumah kepala desa dengan cat berwarna hijau yang mencolok.