Is what it takes from dads to moms home.
Alone in the car, driving south
With windows down and radio on
The rain came inside
The seats are getting wet.
I don’t care.
Twenty two minutes
That I didn’t need before
To see two humans
that meant the world to me
Twenty-two minutes
That takes me back to where
It was four people in the car
Heading to a street food restaurant
Of Mamas’s favorite meals
Twenty-two minutes
Between two places
It’s what I truly called
Home.
Angky Ridayana 