This morning I was crying like hell after my mother calls me, asked whether I can spend the first night night of fasting month in Bandung.
Well, I can't. And I'm feel useless.
Later on, my Putri Jail said: 'tadi ayah nangis lho', and it makes me smile.
To night, it's raining out there, quite heavy. Two days in row in rain. It makes the air a bit fresher. I like rain.