By Paras Mentari
Enjoying an afternoon in the concrete jungle, in a corner of the crowded Thamrin street, strain of music anesthetized my ear and mind for a moment.
Hmmmmm..... almost every day I spend the late afternoon at this cafe, waiting for the traffic jam to unravel.
Jakarta,.... crowded roads, for suburban people like me it's better to find a nice and comfortable shelter before I struggle to to reach home....
Light bulbs entertaining......Jakarta becomes a city of light when the night comes
"What am I to you" by Norah Jones softly seduced my eyes, I forgot my long way ring road to home for a while....
At 20.00 pm, time to move my lazy body, straight to home, imagine my cozy bed waiting for me.. less crowded, I penetrate jammed, drive carefully on a drizzling night.
As a capital city of Indonesia, Jakarta is a magnet which has attracted people from various parts of Indonesia to come Jakarta is offering both glory and pain in every part of it.
I'm not a cynical person, but every day I see people struggle for a rupiah to survive their life, when others spend a spend a million, only for nothing
Crazy traffic jam, annual flooding ( LOL we celebrate the flood every year like celebrate my birthday party), pollution, big population that's a few problem which burden our city government.
Discrepancy becomes a media consumption to increase circulation and rating, Hahaha... now I have become a social observers, its a bitter reality. Noisy Jakarta, I left behind, the city that I love most, the place where giving me the opportunities, chasing my dreams, raise a better quality of life as a human, teaching me how to survive without losing my humanity.
I live in a suburb of Jakarta, quiet and peaceful place, in a small house filled with loving and caring people. My dad is a journalist and my mom is a full-time housewife, l am sharing their love with my four brothers, I am the youngest daughter,.......hmm it so easy to become their sweet heart, my life is full of joy..
And now almost midnight, I still sit in my backyard, surrounding by my mom's blooming flowers, breathe a faint scent of roses, I'm enjoying the moment and feel so fortunate.
happiness is as simple as a smile in your face, and I want to share it here......
Note: Thamrin is a name of a protocol street in Jakarta upiah is Indonesian Currency