A moment of silence between after subuh pray until I get up to have my coffee.
It took an hour or two.
A moment when I had myself alone.
A moment when I turned off my phone.
A moment when I opened the door to balcony and sit on my bed.
A moment when I needed to control my breath.
Another moment of silence when I had my coffee.
Sat in dining room and saw the sky through the window.
Sometimes I was lucky and saw the mountain.
Most of the time there’s only rain.
I loved the warm when I hold my cup.
Took a sip and enjoyed the caffein’s effect to my heart.
Long black. Bitter. Everyday.
One day my Mom interupted and suddenly said, "You have moments to get closer with God, Teteh.“
I smiled. I think she knew.
If one day I become a mother, will I have that sixth sense too?
Or maybe not.
Moment of silence.
To build the wall. That had been broken.