"Silence in the Story"

Three men in a humble coffee shop, with thatch roof loungeing around glass tableThe midday heat was already stifling, the wind droning out from the trees about. Their chit chat was standing at the table where coffee cups were almost empty.

Sitting on a wicker chair with his eyes partially closed, Pak Rahman, a bulky man wearing a wrinkled white shirt. His sandals were off about half off, seemed as if he was lazy to flex them. Across him, Pak Hasan covered his face with one hand either dizzy or thinking very hard.

Meanwhile Dani, the youngest of them all and stretched out on a red plastic chair with his daintily cregoline feet up on the marring sandals.

The gossip that stirred had quieted to a whisper. Discussion of last minute fertilizer and rice fields that just kept drying up left them noticeably dead again in their own heads.

The only noise from outside was the occasional roar of motorbikes and the occasional rustle of leaves blown by the wind.

In the corner of the shop there was a couple more men sitting on a motorbike, watching them from distance.

Perhaps he was just hanging on the fence for it now to be his turn to come join, or perhaps he just wanted to look without being involved.

And this is the lazy life in the cafe. That's the place they trade tales, rest of stress and take solace at the seclusion that life has brought upon.