“Why life is so ?”

Like usual—like days before—she’ll talks about anything. It’s amusing me how she likes never run of words. Today she looks gloomy. I’m a little bit sad not see her awesome-killer-smile that made her eyes like a crescent moon. I don’t know her name, but she almost every day becoming my passenger. I’m a taxi driver that always waits for my passenger in front of her office building.

“Is there a problem, Miss?”

“Yeah, my boss wasn’t satisfied with my work. He wanted me to change it. It was so easy for him to say like that, but I did it 5 days straight and it made me lack of slept. I hate him.” Her eyes looking out the window then releases a deep sigh.

“You know what you need most now, Miss?”

“What is it?” she asks nonchalant.

“An ice cream.” I grin. Ice cream always success brings my mood raise up.

“Okay, let’s eat an ice cream.” She agrees immediately.

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