Few years ago, when I was still in my undergraduate years, whenever I read in my hostel room I imagine myself reading in a café with a cup of tea in an arm reached.
My bunk bed was my retreat. I usually did not have any drinks with me
With a budget of a student, although I did not have a study loan I was fully relying on my parents. It broke my heart every time I had to ask for extra money from them before pay day.
So I couldn’t ask for extra money just for me to indulge my fantasy of reading in a café with latte, couldn’t I?
There is something about reading and sipping coffee or tea to be considered as a pleasure.
If it is in the morning, coffee would be good to me.
If it is in the evening, tea would be perfect.
So here I am here in a café called The Coffs, located just at the corner of Lane Building. When I walked past this shop few days ago I knew I must try this place out.
I knew I had to come back here again with a book and order a cup of coffee or tea.
Since it is five in the evening, I ordered tea.
Earl Grey, that is.
My book? Kitty and Virgil by Paul Bailey. A random book I bought from Smart. Yes, there is a bookstore in Malaysia called Smart.
Perhaps only smart people go there.
Perhaps smart people came up with the store.
As much as I enjoy my me time with a book and coffee or tea. My elder sister is with me. She is having caramel latte.
No coffee art. The caramel was drizzled messily on the coffee form. “It’s cold,” she said. Commenting on the latte she’s having.
There is nothing in my mind actually, except my boyfriend; my government servant boyfriend who is now in the middle of nowhere on a Penan longhouse.
“I am serving the rakyat,” he said.
Did he safely arrive? I pray he did.
Here I am, in this café I randomly chose; I like it except the people in the next table. I hope they will be little bit quieter.
Suddenly I miss that bunk bed of mine. At least that bunk bed is silent.
I hope the next time I choose a café; it would be just me, a book and coffee or tea.