Slowly I reach for the the bottle. I already noticed that it contains a piece of paper. Gently I try to remove it, fearing the paper might tear. While scratching my head I read:
"To whoever finds this message:
Hello dear stranger. Much years could have passed by the time you read this, but you have fulfilled my goal. I might not know you, but nevertheless I want to deeply thank you for opening this bottle. In return, let me tell you something about myself.
Out there, where you are, there are people who know me as "Bebas Pikiran". I used to be a place where they gathered, where I told them stories, where they shared their thoughts. It was a rather small community, small but pleasant. I intentionally said 'used'. Hard time came. I won't deny it was for selfish purposes, but I had important things to concentrate on. I left them, for I needed time. However, I've become consciousness of this action, which I can't solve on my own.
Dear stranger, I know I have no right to ask this from you, but if you read this, please; Tell them I'm sorry, tell them I'll be back. I don't know for how long I'll be gone, but I know for sure it won't take long. No, it won't.
Please fullfill this once in a lifetime request,
Now what the hell is this doing in my refrigerator?