Dragging my phone out from the warmth pocket in my trouser and unlock screen by sliding the bar. Cold fresh air jumping over my skin massively without any prevention from warmness of radiator. Smell are running into my nose and there has been ages for my nose recognising coffee. People are sticking their life with coffee everyday while tea is our priority for waking our body up in my hometown.
Brain is searching for short story of the first time getting taste of coffee. It was a celebration of one of my subordinate has won a company’s lottery and bought everyone in our team for a coffee. This happens long time ago since it sinks at the bottom of my memory river. The bittiness is remaining in mouth until water flashing in to erase the taste of coffee. Atmosphere is great and warm when air are flowing around with a smell of coffee.
Coldness from air brings me back to reality and searching for Benson in list of conversation in the messenger. Before my finger touches his name, a slightly pressure on my shoulder and causing me turn my head to the origin direction. A youthful face with black rounded glass face comes into my sight.
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‘Are you Uncle Chang?’ He asked.
The answer is approved by this question since no one called Uncle Chang except Benson in the conversation. Although this is a sense of fear that he isn’t Benson, he is holding his phone with our conversation on the screen proof his identity. He instantly grabs my trust on he is Benson. He decided to give his hand on grabbing my giant suitcase for help. My hates on annoy people with personal fair causing my hand waves at him for responding there is no need for your help in suitcase. He started his walk without my suitcase and my body reacts instantly for getting my backpack up before following his pace.
Following his steps to the car park, it is a grey van. He drags the suitcase up when my feet getting closer him as well as sliding the door. My expectation of emptiness space changed to a topping up basket of fresh white cabbages as well as white plastic boxes of various vegetables. Tiny thin body in front of the garden of vegetables are explaining he just come back from the market. His action on placing the suitcase on a flag surface with the wheels hanging in air digesting an internal though of fear insufficient space for my suitcase. He turns around and eyes on my backpack.
