At Home

It’s afternoon here. The sun shines trough the window, showering my brother’s room in orange luminescence. I have been at home in Makassar since last Tuesday (13/07). I wish this holiday will last. But it won’t for sure.

It’s past-midnight. 2 AM. And I am in this room again. Through the window, I can see the build-up outside, setting its surrounding alight. I can hear the constant chirping sound of crickets. I know I should sleep by now. I have a schedule to fit today. In the afternoon, I am going back to Bandung. 
By the time I arrive in Bandung, I will miss everything. This room, this house, this family...this home.