This afternoon my chest feels tight at all not because of a cough or me getting asthma. In my heart I still have not sincerely left my village, this is my last afternoon before leaving for Bekasi tomorrow afternoon.
I suppressed my agitation by walking round my house, occasionally I took photos and said to myself; You are not luxurious but I am calm in you.
Then I swipe to the left of my phone next to my house there is my mother's chicken coop, I am happy to be busy by its occupants even though every morning my hands are dirty.
Still wandering unclearly my mind, I stood staring off yonder, there was my goodbye walk tomorrow.
These two photos are the right and left side of my house, some people see me they smile and greet me, I even reciprocate it just to respect her.
This smile might be the last time even though my face is sour but I always miss you, bye.