Started In Paris
Canceled

The sound of the roar of vehicles passing by makes the atmosphere crowded, plus the horn that is relentless screeching makes pain in the ears. I sat on a bench with a round table, in front of me was a chair that had no life. I feel like I'm just a decoration in this street-side cafe.

For hours I waited for someone who was not sure if he would come or not. Had to despair and want to go back home, but I paused my intention, it could have been when I came home he came instead.

Many times I looked at the clock that was coiled on my wrist, it had passed two grains of numbers that had not been touched by the clock. Maybe the tea in front of me is cold, which was originally hot because it was waiting for someone who never came.

My head kept looking around, my eyes making sure every face passed by. It's a bit impolite, but how else. The one waiting for me did not come.

This morning he sent me a message that he was going to see me tonight in front of this cafe. But this is the hour I have to go home immediately, if he came since then maybe I have come home also from earlier, but no.

I think I'm going home. Even the street lights laughed at me. Soon I pay the order money, then go out the cafe.

One thing that disappointed me tonight, he had been waiting for hours but he never came, let me freeze outside with super cold air like this. My heart tried to be sincere, maybe he was stuck in traffic, or indeed forgot. Or he said it was just a joke. Stupid me.

My feet began to walk away from the cafe area, crossing the road through the mini park that is around the road. While holding the bag I was carrying, the air was very cold, I was no longer strong enough to be outside the room.

Let him look for me when I come home, let me be the one tonight, I let my ego get inflamed.

What exactly did he want to say, so as to condition me when I would meet him by requiring myself to freeze first in order to wait for him? Since his arrival here my days have always been filled with question marks about him.

Why is he looking for me?

Why did he call and go to my parents' house?

Why would he do that?

Or is he just now aware of it?

I was stupid.

I stopped in the middle of the road, I don't know why my legs wanted to stop here. I shook my head, the black sky stretched out, but there were liquid grains beginning to fall, right at the end of my nose.

Looks drizzle.

If I don't go home soon, maybe I'll be acute if I have to rain in this cold weather. I continued my footsteps on the sidewalk.

****

"Is it still a long time?" He asked the taxi driver who was sitting in front of him.

The taxi driver shrugged his shoulders and hands. His head had been looking up at the endless end of the impossible. Sometimes he stuck his head between the windshield, asking the driver who was nearby.

Apparently there has been a serious accident on the other end, and do not know when this traffic jam will end. The sound of the horn also began to echo modestly as if a demo occurred. And this is what a busy city looks like if it gets stuck on the highway.

For an hour he sat in the car with mixed feelings. It feels impossible if you have to get out of a taxi and choose to walk, because memnag the distance is still far and will take a lot of time.

"Duh Zulfa I hope you understand" he grumbled inwardly.

One by one the guilt in the Arab-eyed girl appeared, increasingly turbulent in the heart, unsettled. So his meeting with the girl was canceled tonight, which left him even worse in solitude.