this would classified people into 3 categories: people who doesn't get the idea what sanger is, people who knows it and love it, and people who knows sanger from the people who loves it.
and you know in which category i fall into.
so yeah, sanger is basically an acehnesse coffee mixed with condensated milk. i'm not a coffee maniac, but i do love sanger. it's just different than any other coffee i have ever tasted. i can't really point out why.
back in my banda aceh days, i usually had sanger at night, after dinner. it was not on the daily basis, but very often i sipped it with the companions of sweets and snacks. i rarely have sanger in take-away, always i finished it at the coffeeshop. and all these coffeeshop, they are everywhere in banda aceh, nothing special about them. some of them famous and have more customer. some of them are just small kiosks with two or three tables. but, people, mostly guys, do spend a lot of time here. enjoying coffee or sanger while rambling about everything. then i realize, it was them who add values to my sanger, which now i miss the most.
the truth is, i miss all those days. i'd rather blame this time of the month where i feel so weak. and to comfort my self, i fly with the time machine to the time when life was a grant. and of all times, the memories of sanger shown up. moments of my life, where everything can be almost flawless. when i almost had it all, the best coffee in the world, a family so i don't get lonely when i turn the key, how i love my job, stretch of white sandy beaches as my playground, and of course, it was where everybody knows your name. how fascinating simple life can be, even without shopping malls, cinema, bars, and fancy restaurants. instead, we sit and talk over sanger for hours.
today i had a chat with, Jack. let's just call him Jack, because that's how we call each other. he's a native banda aceh citizen and the best companion when it comes to enjoy the city. he said he missed me. and of course i immediately response with 'I MISS SANGERR!!' he laughed, and stroke me with his sentence, 'this place is not the same again, jack. it is less crowded now. and i miss having sanger beside you.' whatever that is, jack, i miss it. it hurts a little of how beautiful things can not always remain the same.
as time goes by, places and people place change, but memories sometimes decide to stay with the crazy precise details.