I looked out through the glass window and staring at the same bamboo plant that rocked by the breeze. The remaining snow were still there attached on the road and I can see that some were slightly melting. I keep staring at the scenery outside and starting a series of monologue "It must be 3 degree Celsius." I whispered to myself.
"Putri, coffee or tea?" The sudden question that quickly broke my reverie.
"Coffee would be nice." I smiled.
"Sure,will do. Anyway, don't forget to take your bath quickly and get down to eat your breakfast. We've a long journey today." I smiled again, giving a sign that I'll coming down in a short while.
I sat on the bed, checked my phone and wrote a new note.
"Three thousands one hundred and ninety-six miles away and you still crossed my mind."