Djurnal Cafe, Block 07, Jln. Pakisaji, Jakarta.
Hilona sits at one of the tables leading to the street. The woman went to the café after finishing cleaning her apartment which was like a broken ship. He was already in the café about 2 hours ago, but the word sheet in front of him is still empty without any kind of kind.
Not far from his desk, there's a guy enjoying a newspaper and a cup of coffee. Lona believes the middle-aged man is running away from home because he is not at home with his wife. Middle-aged man who is unemployed and chooses to go to the café to avoid nagging wife.
In the corner of the room, there are two people who are talking seriously. Lona saw them a few days ago, at the same table and the same hour. "Looks like they're subscribed to this café," he murmurs indifferently.
