It was the night before I left KL.....
The place I stayed, look at it, from the bed, to the room, then to the corridor, and to the maid who was sleeping sweetly while the watch on my wrist pointing at 2.36am; none of it, never stir the conflicting feeling of mine.
The feeling of wishing to leave the chaotic Mentari area, with the crash of appreciation that the place I was looking at, the place with great security... Of course, inside of it, with lies and empty promises.
It was so secured, for 30 mins time, I walked round and round the walkway, passing by units, some of it, the door widely open, with faith, without fear.
And the event of Midas began. You don't know Midas? Click here.
Of course, this is a distorted version. Not gold, but chrome.
Walking in to the unit of faith, the pair of shoes that commonly used by culinary students, reminds me of how much I gonna miss the kind hearted roommate, Jerry...Although this doesn't belong to Jerry.
A toilet of emptiness....With a gentle touch, then it gained a new look.
Immediately, the coolness flush away the sins of the bathrooms and toilets, for not serving warm water.
That was the end of A night of Midas.
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