Around the 80s to early 90s, a small cart stood across the road from the Dr Asmir Army Hospital, Salatiga. Every night, the old cart with a charcoal brazier that always emits thick smoke, is always filled with people who are busy chatting. The dirty water used to wash coffee and tea cups is thrown back and forth in the gutter. People added cigarette smoke among the coconut charcoal smoke from a broken brazier. Sego Godog (Boiled Rice) His hands covered in wrinkles, deftly pouring water, adding rice, adding spices. Poking around. Finish by taking the steamed rice which is still hot, pouring it into a plate. That's how the old, wrinkled hand repeatedly carried out the same ritual. And there would always be another hand changing hands, taking and receiving plates of rice from his wrinkled hands. Sometimes during breaks, when all his customers had received plates of rice from him, he would take the glass that he always placed near the brazier, then sip his cup of coffee slowly. Or
Kita cerita, kita ngopi, kita tertawa. Waroeng Bijikopi. Jual Obrolan Dan Cerita. Lemparan mimpi dari balik meja Barista.