Before, I only am able to finish one type of coffee, the one my mother makes for me at home. It must be something about my mother's love that made me tolerate her coffee. All other coffees make my stomach sick.
Now I discovered that in Jakarta, Indonesia, there is an office that serves coffee that my stomach could tolerate. I had no other choice but to ask for it because I was really so sleepy from the very early plane trip.
Just some discoveries.
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