I’ve always love time like these, where master sipping her daily doses of caffeine. It’s the time where she would breathe, relax, and shed smiles, like all her anxieties were never there at the first place.
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Hey, I’m just an ordinary glasses who is talking, in a way. I don’t have a name, my master is too busy to do naming. Don’t get me wrong, I never ever thought to love my master any less. As the matter of fact, I’m so proud to be hers. She’s the most perfect and hardworking person on earth. She always put everyone else in her self-made company before her. Most importantly, she cares for me more than anything else. Look at how careful she puts me on. .
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Sadly, her husband and her kids often make her cry. If only I can also cry with her. Nope! I’m a strong thing too. My job is to make sure she can work harder, and to erase the tears away. Well, technically, holding it for her. With all the burdens she had to bear, I wish there’s a way she can really see that she’s not alone. I’m glad I do my part around here.
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At least before next week, before the new kid came. I wish she would’ve been able to hold the deathly punch from master’s husbands (I always did. Master always had me repaired). And I wish, she would have helped master see a better man, a person who will love her, this time the way she deserved, more than I ever did. .
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Jakarta
May 11th, 2019
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Illustrated by : Aprilia Dwi Nursanti
