90 Days Missing You's

ACHE

"Leonhart didn't come in today, Yu?" laura asked after she turned the signboard on the doorstep from 'close' to 'open'.

"Don't know, he's not ravenous yet. I was just about to call her." One quick call button connects me to Leonhart's phone number. The connection was lifted after three waiting tones sounded. "Hello, Leon? Where are you?"

"Yeah, sorry. Today I didn't go in like I did, my body was hot and my head was dizzy."

"What pain? Have you been to the doctor yet?"

"Sickness misses like, same-"

"Waaah .. If it's just a phone call, get the guy to come," cut me up, then laugh. "Maybe you're just tired. Yeah, well, just take a break today."

"You don't want to know who I miss?" leonhart asked, his voice sounding a little annoyed.

The bell above the door clinks when it opens, then two pairs of young people enter the cafe. "A guest came in, right. Chat, tar me reply. Oh yes, greetings from Laura, early in the morning she asked you. Bye, Leon, get well soon, yeah," I said before turning off the phone.

"Ah, take the reason for the guest to come. You're that, Yu, like a kid. Her guest just walked in, just sat down" Laura protested.

"If you want to talk to Leonhart, why don't you tell me? I'm connecting to him. Besides, Leonhart is sick. It's too bad to talk for a long time." My hand grabbed the washcloth from the drawer under the coffee machine and started wiping the cashier table, after yesterday's bond was cleared.

"Basic insensitive. Tanya, cake, who knew she needed food, or fruit, or medicine? So if you can take the time to see him, you're the boss."

I'm aghast. Right, why don't you think about asking if Leonhart needs anything? Given that the man was just like me, living a kara in his studio apartment.

"You're so considerate," my lead. "Yes, replace you who called, we'll look together. How's it?"

Laura snickered at me before replying, "OK." Then, to reiterate her frustration, Laura showed me her ugly nose by sliding eyes, flicking lips, while raising her nostrils. I laugh.

No one had ever seen Laura in her ugly mimicry, except me and Leonhart, given the tightness of our already family-like relationship. I wanted to capture it on camera, then spread it on social media.

Laura did not wait and directly called Leonhart, ignoring the customer who was waving at her. Forced, I replaced Laura to take table number 7.

While waiting for one of the women to choose food, the corner of my eye caught Laura who was laughing. Every now and then, the woman in the maid uniform glanced at me. There was a little bit of suspicion in my head, lest they talk about me.

"What were you guys talking about? It looks funny," I asked after returning to the back of the counter.

Laura who was taking frozen food to put in the microwave oven, turned her head and asked, "You know Leonhart is funny. You jealous?"

"Huh? Why do you two like to ask if I'm jealous? I really don't think it makes sense to be jealous of you. I even approve that you guys are dating."

"Yesterday, right, you and Leonhart had dinner. Who knows if there are sparks of fireworks."

I held my tongue to answer Laura's teasing, because it took concentration to make a painting on the top layer of the Cappuccino. After the painting was finished, I was surprised myself. Holy hooch! Why did I draw fireworks like Laura said? Ah, let it be, Laura may not notice it.

"That night was my apology to Leonhart, for engaging her with Max's client" I explained as I placed Cappuccino on the tray along with the rest of the order. "Dead two hot Americano, yeah."

"If you know Yu, Leon-" Laura's words are interrupted when the bell above the door rings. Seeing Max entering with Jeremy, Laura hurriedly left while carrying with her a tray containing the order table number 7.

A glance at Max, it made my heart beat faster. While pouring a dose of espresso into the mug and mixing it with hot water, look at the clock on the new wall showing at 08:30. Tumbens.

"Can I help you with the order, sir?" askaku from behind the coffee machine that started working grind coffee beans again.

"Leonhart didn't come in?" ask Max from the front of the cashier's desk.

"She's sick" I replied trying to look cranky. I turned my gaze toward the coffee machine again, but I wanted to linger on it.

Because, today Max's clothes are different, he does not wear an official suit that makes it look like a colorless old-time television. Today Max is wearing a pink polo shirt. I know, it's not a macho color, but it's different if Max is wearing that color. Pink makes it look stunning.

Max's figure then disappears from the cashier's desk. I guessed, the man was probably walking to his seat in the corner of the room and waiting for me to take his order, as usual. However, how shocked I was when Max stepped inside the counter.

"Ouch!" I immediately pulled my hand away from the fresh droplets of espresso coming out. Damnit damnit!

As a result, the black liquid was exposed to the hand instead of entering the container I was holding. Not only that, I felt like I was about to faint, because Max was suddenly beside me. The man stood so close that I could smell the white musk that enveloped me like a cocoon.

It feels like my brain is having a conflict, is Max asking about the condition of my hand or heart? Concentrate, Yu, hardikku in the heart.

To make matters worse, I tried to swallow the lump that was clogging the throat before answering, "No pa-pa, Max, no pa-pa. What are you doing here? You're supposed to sit in that corner and order your coffee, as usual."

"I thought you might need some help."

I nodded, did the man offer to help me? "You must be busy, uhm .. as usual."

"It's not me, but Jeremy will help you. Careful, Yu. I'll go first."

I was astonished and did not know what to say, other than standing there like a fool with lips forming the letter O. Max left his precious assistant to help me? Not to mention that I finished digesting his words, Max had already left the cafe.

*****

Max is not a stingy person to pay someone who can withstand the harsh customs. Therefore, I'm sure, I won't be able to afford Jeremy's overtime pay. So, according to the hours at Max's bureau, I got Jeremy home at exactly six in the afternoon.

Laura had already bought fruits and arranged them in a basket, to be taken when visiting Leonhart later tonight. However, when the cafe closed, the woman instead had to go pick up her cousin who was about to give birth. This time a two-door BMW appeared and immediately took Laura away.

I took a deep breath. Laura's lucky, not like me. I put Leonhart's fruit basket on the sidewalk, then took the iron hook to pull down the rolling door. The rolling door only dropped half a meter from his house, then stopped, even though I had already pulled it with all my might.

Oh, my gosh! I want to jump up and down because I'm upset. Could today be worse? Already Leonhart did not enter, my hand was hit by hot water, Laura also left just like that, what else will appear later? I just want this night to go by, I haven't even seen Leonhart. What time do you want to get home like this?

I looked around to ask for help. Although the highway was still crowded, but pedestrians were rare, there were only a few women who passed by me. I snorted annoyed. If in a few attempts the rolling door did not go down, then I had to stay here and lock it from the inside.

Again, with all my might, I pulled down the door. I even struggled on the iron hook, but the door did not show any movement.

Then, someone wrapped his hands around his waist and pulled me down. With one strong pull, the rolling door followed the force of gravity and its tip slammed into the ground. I was stunned to see it.

"Max?"

The man took the padlock lying on the sidewalk and put it in place. Still in a crouching position, Max asked, "Who is the basket for?"

"Leonhart." I bit my lip after saying that, because the look Max gave me was really creepy. No way Max thinks there's something going on between me and Leonhart. "I-I'm going to see him tomorrow, not tonight."

"Good, dinner, yuk."

Like a fool, I repeated Max's call in the brain, before responding, "Huh? Seriously?"

Max did not answer. Under the streetlight, she showed her beautiful grin, then walked in front of me while carrying a fruit basket.

"Max, wait!"

*****

After cleaning the body, in my comfortable studio apartment, I threw my body into the bed and rolled to and fro. Love and happiness, that's how I feel. I haven't had dinner with Max in a long time. When the relationship has not broken up, he is also quite busy, so to meet only once a week, especially after breaking up.

Although there wasn't much to talk about, I felt that her presence by my side was more than enough. I thought, does this mean Max wants me back? Or was it dinner just now, some kind of truce?

Don't expect too much, Yu, just because he invited you to dinner at Carl's Junior, my little brain warned. Also true. I took a deep breath and began to pull down my feelings that were currently soaring high.

In a quiet room, I just remembered the cell phone. It was fitting that the communication device was silent from earlier, it turned out to be dead. While charging, I turned it on. Hundreds of messages from chat applications scramble in and make a noise.

I sort the names that are included in the notification. Leonhart's name that appeared made me grimace, recalling the fruit basket that was now lying on the kitchen table. The symbol of a missed call and two unreadable chats, made me open it immediately,

I felt blue reading Leonhart's disappointed message.

Knowing what it was like to wait for an unrequited message, inevitably I came to think of the man and his state of health. Leonhart must have felt lonely and desperate. If only my phone had been active, I would have called her immediately, or at least asked Laura to bring the fruit to Leonhart's apartment first, to keep her entertained.

I was just about to press the keyboard panel to inform her that tomorrow morning I was visiting her apartment, but it felt like it was too late. So, I'm giving up my intentions.