"Why, Sir? How come it looks so sluggish." I turned to the source of the sound. I shook my head slowly as I received the coffee I ordered.
"It's okay, sir. Thanks for the coffee."
"If hard to you, just tell me the story, sir. Instead of going to suicide later." I was quite surprised by the response. How could he so easily conclude that I would end up committing suicide? I chuckled softly before replying.
"Why commit suicide, sir."
"Ah, your face have no passion for life."
"Ah, I see. It's not just a problem ..."
"Ask to get married, Sir?" wait? How come Mr. Mahmud's guess is right.
"Huh?" now I'm really surprised. You know the guess, almost right. I saw Pak Mahmud smiling again, seemingly satisfied with his guess this time.
"Well, what's the problem with people like you?" Sir Mahmu
