That morning sounds as usual. Nothing’s special, except the Jakarta’s traffic jam, which I’ll meet after I went out from the alley of my place. Well, this is the character of Jakarta. A megapolis city which trapped on a traffic jam which is a routine for every citizens.
Urban. That’s what every people said about “my” town. Long away from proud, I was remembered into a movie, on series, and came up with so many versions. Until, I wondered, whether one of the stories on the movies, were actually true.
My watch still showed 7 a.m. when I routed into the street into my office. The roads were still, and not much cars and motorcycles on it. I chose “mouse path” which isn’t full enough, but very effective to avoid the traffic jam, and get me closer to the office. Even though, after the “mouse path” I –still- should use the major street, but I didn’t have any anger on traffic jam.
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