Days in Kuala Lumpur

 

It's been a week I wake up with kinda strange feeling. A feeling of missing something. Then later I realised that I miss Kuala Lumpur. The only cities that stay in my heart are Jogjakarta and Kuala Lumpur. Strange, I said. Since Jogjakarta is my hometown and I visit it once a year. But for Kuala Lumpur? I only been there twice yet the memories knot in my heart forever. Been traveling to many cities yet this town is irreplaceable.


  

This town remains me of a piece of cake and a cup of tea from my grandma, tasteful and full of love.

The locals, who were so helpful and kind.

The street, which very clean and clear.

The street food and drink.

The places to visit, Batu Caves, Twin Tower, Chinatown.

The KLIA Airport, which left me so many memories.

 

This town remains me of the smell of the wet land after the rain, so peaceful.

The laugh that were shared.

The promises that were broken.

The heart that was left behind.

The stories that were untold.