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There was a kopitiam at the corner of the street in Ipoh. It was located in a quaint little street, away from the tourist area. One day, with the ghost of your dead friend, yes dead and keep on lingering beside you, who stayed quiet for most of the time, unable to talk, pointed you to this place.You opened the little green door and went inside and was hit by the smell of white coffee, the roast of the coffee beans, sugary sweet yet so uniquely delicious.."Hello," but there was no one there until an old uncle, in his fifties walked out in his white apron stained with coffee and said, "Hello, and welcome to Ah Huat Kopitiam. What do you want?"And you noticed that he was not addressing you as his eyes were looking instead not at you but at your ghostly friend who finally said, "One white coffee please.".Original Story for Open Novella Contest (ONC)All rights reserved.*If you see this in another site, please let me know.…