90 Days Missing You's

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YO! #1

"Happy birthday to Yu, Happy birthday to Yu

Happy birthday to Yurii ... Happy birthday to Yu!"

Claps and whistles, festive applause filled the entire room that morning. It's the first time I've ever celebrated a birthday without Max. I cry because I am moved. The loyal customers of the cafe are here, I think Laura and Leonhart have planned this a long time.

I looked around, when someone poked me from behind. "Happy birthday, Yu," said Ricky, a private teacher who often uses the cafe to teach his students.

I don't mind. Since those disciples were still ABG, they were quite royal buying food and drinks. Not to mention, if their mama-mama come to wait and gossip about Leonhart, ugh, as long as Leonhart wants me to send her back and forth to deliver their order.

"Congratulations, Jeung," said Aunt Rossa. He hugged me tightly, then kissed my cheeks left and right. This middle-aged woman has been here a lot since she divorced her husband two years ago.

At first, I saw him standing in a daze in front of the cafe. Out of pity, I took him to sit inside and give him a cup of Earl Grey Twining Tea, free of charge. Perhaps because the warm taste of the drink was like a comfortable hug, the woman then sobbed and told her the problem. After that, he regularly came here for tea and looked for me as a chat buddy.

"Belg ... Aunt Rossa! Thank you." Thank you." I hugged her back.

"If it's not wrong you're single now, to?"

I laughed in response to her question. "Yes, Tan."

"good. Aunty's son is coming home from Korea next week, about as soon as you. Aunt wants to get to know him to you."

"Ah, Auntie, that's right. There, many women who are a thousand times prettier than me, where want a aunt acquaintance with me who burik gini."

"Hush! Where's burik? Dare she say you're a burik, aunt sew her mouth!" The woman's eyes were rounded with determination, which made me laugh even more. "Would you like, auntie meet my son?"

"Yes, Aunt. Thank you, yeah."

"Yes, are you the chips? Well, Jeremy ordered a coffee for Max," whispered Laura in the ear while giving Max the paper order. I looked up and found the straight-haired man anxiously waiting in front of the cashier's desk.

Basic, Max, can't see what people are happy about? Even though she is no longer dating, she should at least stop by to wish her a happy birthday. Or maybe he forgot? I frowned and lazily walked to the back of the counter.

Leonhart followed me to the back of the counter, then offered herself. "You want me to make it? you just sit down. It doesn't matter if Max finds out that I made the coffee?"

"Yeah, but not pa-pa, let me, Leon. Thank's, yeah."

"No problem, just in my opinion, don't force Yu. You know Max just wants to torture you."

I was being lazy to argue with Leonhart, even though she was right. I still don't understand why I wanted to be tortured by Max. My hand moved quickly to make Max's coffee. After being wrapped up neatly, I was surprised to find Jeremy nowhere. Where is that guy?

Since Leonhart was making coffee and Laura was busy handing out free birthday cakes to the guests present, I decided to look for Jeremy. The man may be smoking outside.

My steps came to a halt in front of the cafe when a glance fell on the figure of Max who was standing about fifteen steps away from me. His car was also parked there. What day is it today? Why isn't Max wearing a suit as usual? Her clothes today are very casual - like a dark red polo shirt and cloth pants - is she on holiday today?

Max smiled, which made me hold my breath. Even though I wanted to turn around and tell Leonhart to deliver this coffee to Max, my legs seemed to be attracted by the gravity of his charm. Suddenly, I was in front of him. "This is your order, sir."

Max smiled again. Without letting go of his gaze, he took out a paper glass filled with double espresso from my hand. Not stopping there, one hand Max opened his car door, then said, "Come in."

A long breath could be heard before Max started the car and locked the door.

"Max. what are you doing?" manya panic. "I have to go back to the store." A pull of gas knocked my back to the seat.

"You're being kidnapped, Yu. So shut up and put your seat belts on." The grin was so wide, I could only stare at him. I've never seen her face so happy when I met her. What got into him?

Now I'm really freaking out, Mercedez Benz's car is speeding up. I hurriedly pulled the seatbelt and put it on immediately, for safety's sake. "Max, are you okay? You ill? Where are we going?"

Max turned his head, his bead glinting witty. "First of all, let's go to the salon."

"Salon?" Just now I said that, the car slowed down and stopped at one of the most prestigious corners of Jakarta, Jl. Kemang Prapanca's.

The famous salon brand that was plastered in front of the building made me turn my back. Max opened the car door and pulled me to follow him. At the entrance, there is a small board that says 'close'. "The balloon hasn't opened yet."

Not paying attention to my words, Max pushed him. I was shocked when the door opened and showed a middle-aged woman behind the counter. "Martha, this is your victim."

"Victim? What does that mean, Max?" I stared at the stocky lady in bright green kebaya clothes. Complete with a classic conditional hairdo, Martha looks like a woman from the past.

"Let's, geulis. Man-ces! Dan-ce! Take this woman inside."

Two young men immediately came out from behind the curtain. Tall-statured and handsome, they walked the tub on the catwalk stage. The faces were emitting smiles, while each of them blocked and dragged me away towards the dark room in front which awaited the gaping mouth.

I thrashed and shouted, "Maaax!"

There was no response from Max, not even until the door closed hard in the back and the room went pitch black. The sound of the door being locked made me shrivel in place. Oh, shite! I should have put rat poison in when I made the coffee earlier. What is Max doing to me?

Either Man-ce or Dan-ce who revealed the thick curtains, a moment later the room became brightly lit, revealing a beautiful view behind the glass partition. A beautiful outdoor garden, where on the edge lined with saung-saung facing the pool sprinkled with rose petals.

"Listen, Sis. Don't panic, it's a drama, you know? Your boyfriend wants you to beautify yourself," one of the men bright with pink eye shadow.

Then, I was shocked when my shoulder was grabbed by another woody man. He turned me to his face with purple eye shadow. "Yes, right. He has bought vouchers from menicure, pedicure, spa, hair salon to make-up. Ih, I'm not thinking of it."

"Huh? Which girlfriend of mine? You mean Max? He's the most annoying person on the face of the earth."

"Ah, denial. You know, the difference between love and hate is very thin, much thinner than a G-String strap. There you change your ugly clothes, we'll start with the spa to slash the legs all over the body and relax you. Only then, do we go to the salon-meni-pedi and finally, make-up. It seems like it's a special day for you" said the pink eye shadow as she pulled me out through the glass door.

His last words awakened me. Holy hooch! Max remembers my birthday.