Volume a: Gelap dan Terang
Habis terang adalah gelap
Dan habis gelap terbitlah terang
Namun terang adalah gelap tak lekang
Volume b: Girl in Black
Just now, in Tanah Merah. I saw a girl standing next to me. When the train arrived, she entered after me, and immediately stood in front of me, leaning against the plastic partition. She was totally in black, wearing black long-sleeved blazer, black pants, black leather shoes, and black rope bracelet. An iPhone was attached to her pants, and she wore the earphones right after entering the train, a sign that she would not like to be disturbed. At that time I saw her ears—earring-less. She wasn’t particularly cute or beautiful, just sweet. Her eyebrows were thick black, and her naturally long, straight black hair, upper half of whose back side was tied into ponytail, swung freely in the air. Her lips—oh, what thick lips, similar to those of me! On her hand was a ring-bound document, showing a table of sparse texts, and the back-cover was bright red, as she appeared going for work. I noticed her ring finger empty.
Sweet girl indeed. But I didn’t bother to pick a line.
She was a Malay.
I continued reading Jules Verne, and she alighted at City Hall, disappearing at the crowd, as I was not yet halfway through my journey to Pioneer.