A Rush-Critical Hours
A weekend is a day that everyone is waiting for. It is the perfect time to chill out, hang out with friends, and gather with family. I planned to start my morning exercise on Sunday morning after a two-month break. Besides, for the past three weeks, I felt guilty to my tummy for feeding it with a lot of junk food. I thought my weekend would be perfect, but I never realized there was one thing that makes my weekend a little bit messy. On Saturday morning, I already prepared myself with three Indonesian dishes I made with my friends for the potluck party. I went to my Polish friends' place around 2 p.m. The party ended at around 6.30 p.m. and I got a text from another friend, Tsarah, that she would come to my apartment. I was so excited since it had been three weeks since she came to my place. I went home before the time she said to me and decided to have moccachino with Hesti and Mutia. At 8.30 p.m. Tsarah arrived. We tal...