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Jakarta Post

At the Diner

  • Feliciana Elita Tjokro

  /   Mon, July 22 2019   /  02:58 am

The last dregs of twilight glimmered weakly in the sky, and you could see the dreamy shadow of the young crescent moon. The dins of the city lost their tracks somewhere along the way here, and a different kind of silence descended upon the road as the young couple took a turn on the street toward a more deserted district in the old city quarter. In this place neon signs blink weakly for no one to see and most of the store signs showing the owners’ forgettable names and contact numbers are left to decay. A bicycle repair store, a car wash, a nail spa and hair salon, a drug store — these kinds of stores. Some of them were now closed, either permanently or just done for the day, while others that were still open emanated a quiet aura, and there wasn’t much there to see or talk about. The young couple were going to get married at the end of the month and today the man had asked the wom...