Gunita

The faint smell of kapeng barako inched its way under her nose, making Aba sit up in recognition. That unmistakable pungent aroma flooded her senses, making her sigh contentedly. Although rare in other parts of the world, it was common in her household. Everyone's day started when her lola starts to roast its beans and the poignant fragrance began floating around the house, sneakily creeping underneath their doors to wake them up.

Aba stared at the half-finished thesis on her desk, lips halfheartedly curling upwards. It wasn't really the coffee she missed; it was the distinct smell of her home.