The universe is such a wondrous thing. I remember on such a May day when the whole of Jakarta was shrouded in heat and the entire of Jakarta conspired against me, I rushed through the empty lobby of my office building hunting down for a cup of coffee. As soon as I stepped into the coffee shop, warm familiar smiles of barista greeted me. Found out that this place not as empty as the lobby. There is my Far East Prince standing in line, waiting for his coffee. He drinks Americano without sugar, while I go for my usual hot caramel macchiato. He wore a sleek black shirt with khaki trouser…not royal robe, and no sword in his hands…only a cell phone. That’s how we met. Continue Reading
