Tentang Kopi Si Cairan Gelap (about coffee, the dark liquid)

I love coffee, i have forgotten since when, all i can tell since i was a kid my family drink coffee in the morning. This dark liquid has never stopped loving me. I’m trapped, unable to quit always crave for more. One sip…two sips…sips around, entangled, unable to let loose, and fallen…fallen so sinfully deep.

So i drink coffee, i love this liquid in every shape and form. I love the smell of a cup of Belgian Godiva in the morning, it wakes me up. Cups of sugarless cafelate during the day, they caress me and really make my day. An awesome cappucino in the afternoon, a double shooter espresso in the twilight where all zone is getting dark and all the darkness mistified. When the night and its creatures start to appear in the east, i feel i’m apart of them.

I love this dark liquid to the point of i will break if it leaves me one day.  The  lingering feeling after sips of Luwak Coffee (wild or tangkar) when darkness falls; and when the night comes to an end, i will always go back to a cup of cheap Coffee with family brand, a special Minahasa coffee, they call it Kopi Kotamobagu, Sulawesi Utara. i even love the taste of corn in it.

In the weekends things would be abit different, i tend to go for stronger coffee, since i dont have to wake up early in the morning. I would love the taste of Irish Coffee or whatever coffee with a pint of alcohol in it, while listening to fave music. When I feel light-hearted and the sense of humor is thick then i would go for a cup of Caramel Machiato. No one can understand this dark liquid obsession, i have to cut off the intake in the last 2-3 years as family and friends would always remind me, but as my late grampa always said, people get sick and die for many reasons, dont let people tell you it is because of one thing only. He died at the ripe age of 87, a coffee drinker himself.

Do you know there is this Pasar Kopi, in Pasar Cikini, Jakarta Pusat where we can get awesome ground brute coffee for a reasonable price. I went there several times, just to get bags of Arabica and Robusta. We can even find high percentage of original Luwak there. I will go there again, soon i believe since i’m running out of stock.

So goes my painful romance with the dark liquid, it terrifies me once in awhile for it makes my heart beats faster and can go very wild during those days when i get too close to it and consume too much of it. But it has also warm me during those days when reality hit too hard and the esteem is low. During the rainy days, like these days, when the earth on this area is mostly wet and the the traffic is bad i tend to take more of this liquid. I would smell my freshly brewed robusta and feel like i just had an orgasm. It will make my day and make me grateful for the Almighty Who created the plant that produce coffee.