A hot evening in Pasar Minggu. I was in my usual uniform: black jeans; black shirt; black cap; black, polished army boots. I just lost my parents in the sea of human beings. Thank God for the phone. Pulled it out, I thumbed Dad's number and placed it near my ear.
That's when I saw a familiar face. She saw me too.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi," I said, looking like a food with the phone still clapped to my ear.
We haven't seen each other for three years. I confessed to her before. We have not spoken for five.
A heavy rain followed a few minutes later.
She is the 'Jd' in my name.