The Soul.
I am preparing myself for work. Rings, checked. Earrings, checked. Softlens, on. Meals, unchecked. I am grabbing my empty lunch box and spoon half a spoon of rice. “Ma, I will be home late tonight” “Hmm?” she looks at me with a face that I can read as “What are you gonna do? Who? From? Good or bad?” or maybe she is questioning “Is she okay?” “Casual, just casual” I said, assure her I will be fine tonight. Mom nods, “Okay, take care” **** The sound of the keyboard typing, a loud Indonesian song playing in the background, the never-ending questions from my only team, and a podcast I turned on that is trying to steal my attention and never gets any - those are all combined? It successfully distracted me for what I am going to do later tonight. “Phew, working 8 hours long is so tiring!” yet I kept doing this for almost 6 years now. “Bullshit, bull... shit....” ‘ding!’ “I will send you my ETA later” I smiled. “Sure, just let me know. See yaa!” sent. *** “Oh my, ...