90 Days Missing You's
SECRET ADMIRER
Towards the closing hours of the cafe, the door bell rang. I had not yet turned my head, a slip of an envelope thrust into my face, blocking my gaze that was reading a magazine at the cashier's desk. The pink envelope is neatly sealed. I want to lift my face and be surprised. The man was not as tall and as fierce as Max, but his black pupils flashed reflecting intelligence.
Hmh! Why would I compare him to Max?
I frowned, seemingly having seen this man, but where? The man smiled and returned to thrusting the envelope he held with two hands. As a form of politeness, I extend both hands to receive his gift. My eyes sparkle, are these tips?
"Take this. For you."
Of course I was surprised to hear the dialogue with a Japanese accent. Although I did not know what it contained, soon I lowered my head in Japanese style, as in the movie Doraemon. "Arigatogozaimasu."
The man laughed. "I can speak Indonesian. Shinpaishinaide, don't worry." Then his face seemed to think before saying, "Open. Read."
"Oh, okay. Sure."
Once again, the lips on the thin whiskers smiled, before leaving the cafe for dark night. His steps were followed by two men in a well-built black suit, with some sort of device hanging from the ears. I wonder, could it be that they were some kind of bodiguard for that Japanese man? Is he someone important?
"Love letter nih ye ..," ledek Leonhart from behind.
It wasn't the thud that caught me up on the spot, but the low voice and warm puff of breath that caressed the earlobe. I turned around immediately, while holding the envelope firmly in the chest. "This is my tip, watch out for it!"
Leonhart laughed as her hands closed her eyes. "Is that what you have in mind, Yu? I think it's a love letter. I'll bet."
"What the hell is it?" asked Laura who had just walked back into the counter after walking around to deliver drinks to several tables.
"Look at this," said Leonhart, deftly stealing the envelope I had taped.
Damnit damnit! His fingers are so shrewd. Next time I have to be more careful.
"God, this is a love letter" he continued.
"Not-."
The letter had already passed into Laura's hands and was waving in front of me. "Ah, I also bet a million, this is a love letter."
"Please give it back." My eyes are full of threats. "Remove, hurry!" hardikku with a stifled voice, afraid to disturb the peace of the guests. Then, when Laura was surprised, I snatched the letter and turned around.
My precious! I was suddenly reminded of the scene of Gollum in the movie Lord of the Ring. I stared at the pink envelope again, before slowly tearing it. My movements stopped, my feelings suddenly felt bad. Sure enough, when I looked back, the two pairs of eyes were still peering over the shoulder.
"Hey, back to the post each can? Even if we close in an hour, it's still working."
"Basic stingy!"
"Not cool!" timpal Laura's.
Huh! Want to know the personal affairs of others. I was confiding with both of them about the giraffe woman last week, not necessarily making them level with me, right? Sometimes I feel like I'm disrespected, like I'm less authoritative. The two of them really don't think of me as a superior.
A letter is in an envelope. I was shocked after opening the fold, the letter was written in Japanese. There's no money in it!
"No, right!" exclamation Leonhart.
"Did, just be surprised!"
"You have to give me a million, Yu," said Laura lightly, grinning to reveal her manicured white teeth that envy the women.
"Just son." I replied, then my gaze looked back at the letter in my grasp. "Huaaa .. he said he can speak Indonesian, why the letter is in Japanese, plis deh, Bambang!"
"Oh, it's a sophisticated age, Yu. Use Google Translate only. You take photos, keep translating. Beret."
"Oh yeah, really." Sounds reasonable, even though I've never tried. I'll do it at home after I get home, so they don't know if the boss is clumsy.
"If it was a date, would you go?" leonhart asked, which made me look at him. There was no witty twinkle in his eyes, his gaze so serious that it was like imprisoning me inside.
"You know, Yu, the Japanese man is Max's guest. Last week, Max, he, and a few other guests, were coffeeing here." Laura explained, distracting me.
"Where do you know?"
Laura grinned widely, "She gave me pretty big tips."
"What's? And you kept it to yourself? Corruption is his name! You know, every tip from a guest has to be booed here." I pointed at the container of tips in front of the cashier's desk. "Just as it is difficult to fill this container."
"Sst .. keep your voice down. Not corruption, but charity. So, I donated the money to buy masks, to paramedics who work in hospitals. If you have to wait for your approval, you're not necessarily willing."
"yeah! Could have ngelesnya. But, if it's necessary, I'm willing to koq."
"Yes, next time I'll remember. I'm sorry, I forgot. I just remembered again when the man turned around and left." Laura took my hand and shook it. He knew for sure, I wouldn't be upset about tips money, because some, even all, might be the hard work of Laura who was pacing around delivering food, drinks, and peddling her perfect smile.
"I wondered what Max's friend had written in the letter. Here's the quintessence." Again to my surprise, the letter had already passed into Leonhart's hands in the blink of an eye. It is like a man with the ability to steal. I hope he doesn't steal my heart.
"Why smile for yourself?" leonhart asked with a suspicious look.
"No pa-pa, that means."
When viewed from a distance of forty-five centimeters down, counted from the tip of the man's hair, it was indeed a handsome Leonhart. The shadow of his masculine face is almost similar to Max, especially if it is serious like this. It's just that this guy is very joking, maybe that's what makes many women think of him as a playboy. Or is he a playboy?
I don't know, but for three years working in my cafe, I've never seen his girlfriend. There are even guests here often approach him and throw seduction at each other. Or, maybe .. He's a same-sex person?
Glegk!
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この手紙を読んでくれてありがとう。あなたは美しいです、私はあなたとデートすることに興味があります。今週日本に帰らなければなりません。来週迎えに行きます。
Thank you for reading this letter. You are beautiful, I am interested in dating you. I have to go back to Japan this week. I'll pick you up next week.
Signed, Ryuichi Tendo
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"Give it to me" said Laura, staring fixedly at the letter, not a single letter. "Whoa .. crazy! A secret admirer suddenly appears and goes on a date. This rich man, Yu. After this, you will marry and live happily ever after. Fuck Max!" Laura laughed too hard to make some people who were still cool to spend time in the cafe turned to the counter and wondered.
"Don't dream too high. Not necessarily a good man."
"Ah, don't be naive, Yu. No one in the world is good. All you have to do is find the best of the bad, and marry him. Right, right, Leon?"
I was about to reply to Laura, but Leonhart who suddenly left in silence made me and Laura wonder, "I think she's jealous," Laura whispered.
"And you watch too many Korean dramas. Already there back each post."
An hour later, after the cafe closed, tables and chairs were wiped and fixed before everyone left. Laura waved then entered the BMW X1 which had been waiting for her since half an hour ago.
"Hey, you haven't spoken since. Your tongue is sprained, right?" my God to Leonhart who's locked the door to the cafe. He hasn't answered me, that sucks. These three years, I've never seen him moody, the man always laughed or grinned.
The final rolling door sound struck the runway below, then Leonhart crouched down to lock it up. Teary jeans tightened showing her stocky thighs, I threw away my face. It seems unethical to see too much of the man.
"This is the key" Leonhart said. His body towered in front, making shadows that hid his facial expression.
I looked up at him, "You okay?"
Impatiently, Leonhart pulled out my hand and stuffed the cafe keys into it. He did not let go of my hand nor spoke a word. It makes me wonder. A gentle breath shot out from his chest before saying, "Yu, don't go with that Japanese guy, yeah."
Not to mention I had the chance to ask, Leonhart had already turned around to leave. I was still staring at his back which was slowly moving away. The dim street lights displayed his high silhouette down the sidewalk, even from behind the man looked cool.
