If Only You Know

Diandra sat in a  chair opposite    Henggar  at    breakfast. They  both  don't  talk too  much.  Only  occasional  light  chatter is thrown in to  dispel the calm    atmosphere  that  makes it    uncomfortable.

"Where are you  going  today?"  Henggar  asked  Diandra  while  bribing a spoonful of fried rice  into her mouth.

"Not    going anywhere, Mas."

"You  don't  want to  go      somewhere?"

"Idon'tknow. I'm  more  comfortable  being  here,  doing  what  I have to  do  here."

Diandra seemed  tasteless    spending fried rice on a  plate. Whereas  he  took  only a spoonful  of rice.  Somehow    his tongue  tasted  bitter  and  unfriendly  to  the breakfast  menu this  morning.  Usually,  he is  more  excited to  spend  breakfast    with fried rice menu.

"You don't  have any taste  for  food  either?" 

"Mymouth  still  tastes  bitter,Mas."