ACHARADINES

Coffee Shop

"Mr..."

Arvin waved his hand up, calling the waiter who was busy taking down the guest order.

"So soon."

The waiter answered briefly, and continued to record the guest's order.

"Servant is what, anyway. Though I told you that I ordered coffee but the sugar is separated, instead of directly used sugar."

Arvin spoke for himself; he looked a little annoyed.

"Propsy. Maybe the waiter forgot, or your order was exchanged with another guest."

Aksa responded while pouring sugar into the cup of coffee she had already ordered.

"By the way, the barista who made you that coffee seems like a new hire. You see, I just saw it for the first time" said Aksa.

"Correct? How do you know?"

"Yes, I used to hang out at this coffee shop. Almost every day. I just saw him for the first time."

"Emm, it doesn't seem like the waiter's the wrong one. But the barista wasn't good at making guest orders." Arvin.

"Eh. but beautiful too, yes, that barista."

Arvin turned his gaze to Aksa with a faint smile.

"Ssttt. slowly, he will hear. Not good."

Aksa tells Arvin that the barista they are talking about is not listening to the conversation between the two of them.

"Seriously. The vow. Real pretty. His face is grinding" said Arvin quietly.

"Duh you goat! All girls must be beautiful. There can't be a pretty girl."

Aksa's tone slightly rose, to undo his intention to taste his coffee that has been poured sugar.

From a distance, it seemed like the barista was listening to the conversation between the two of them.

Seeing Arvin busy playing his cell phone, Aksa suddenly asked the barista, who did not know when the sudden arrival was right in front of them now.

"Mr. My friend, right, order a capuccino, have the sugar separated. But why is the cappuccino, really, directly used sugar?"

Aksa offered the coffee to the barista.

"I deliberately put sugar on, brother. I feel sorry to see that sugar. The sugar is often weeping when separated continues to be the same coffee."

Answer the barista with a sigh.

"Hahaha.can be, mbak. It's pretty, it's smart to joke again."

Arvin put down his cell phone in response to the barista's words.

"But sometimes they often fight when put together like that, mbak. They I separated so that the two introspect each other. That they may think hehehe"

Arvin avenged the barista guy.

Arvin is known as a jolly person, has a high sense of humor. The man with curly hair, high body posture, with the skin of his body like a mature sapodilla was one of Aksa's companions.

This was one of the reasons why Aksa was so happy to be friendly with him. Besides being good at making jokes, he is also a good listener. In addition, he often gives input and advice about Aksa's romance with Danita— ex-boyfriend Aksa.

"So I forgot, brother. I'm so sorry."

The barista cupped his hands together in front of his chest, a sign that he was truly apologizing.

"Other times if my friend order coffee again, do not immediately use sugar. Please separate yes," said Aksa firmly.

"Okay, sorry."

The barista lowered his head in guilt.

"But, please cut the sugar not too far away, mbak," Arvin added.

"Why, brother, if it's too far?"

The barista's face was full of confusion.

"Let's miss being separated too far."

"It could be the fringe of a scab!"

Aksa was mocked while slightly pushing Arvin's body. Arvin laughed too.

"Take it easy, don't be too stiff" said Arvin still with the rest of his laughter.

While the barista only smiled faintly, and returned to his place of work proceeded to make coffee orders for the other guests.

It just so happened that night was Sunday night. The atmosphere in the coffee shop was crowded. The coffee shop is located not far from Aksa's house, about 50 meters from where aksa lives.

No wonder Aksa often visited the coffee shop to just hang out with Arvin. Or just sit alone reading a novel, accompanied by a cup of his favorite caffe latte.

As usual on every Sunday night, the coffee shop regularly holds live music acoustic, accompanied by famous indie bands throughout Jakarta.

Visitors who come to the coffee shop are dominated by students, students, and teenage couples who are drunk with romance.

The place was formed with the concept as beautiful as possible by its owner. Flickering colorful lights, white candles on each table, and yellow headlights, giving the impression of romantic and also full of warmth.

If you ask what is the definition of peace, you may find the answer here.

Arvin was busy with his cell phone. Meanwhile, a white man, handsome, with brownish-yellow eyeballs, named Aksa even washed away in the acoustic music accompaniment that was delivered by the singer at the coffee shop.

Because it is honest, the song performed by the singer in the coffee shop really represents what Aksa feels today.

You need to know. Aksa's mood is currently in turmoil. His mind was blabbering not because of it. His heart was wrapped by a blanket of pain called wounds, whose cloth was perfectly sewn together by disappointment.

It has been 1 month since Aksa broke up with Danita, but Aksa still can not completely forget what he thinks is most imprinted in the heart. It was hard for him to say that he was fine now.

"Udah dong, Sa. Don't be too drawn out..."

"Yes, yeah. This is it, really. I'm done."

Aksa cut out Arvin's words, put down the spoon he just used to stir the coffee he added sugar to again.

"I mean, it's not sugar you don't have to stir late" Arvin protested.

"Yes, I get it. I am not bego. Just how to escape him quickly? it's not that easy," Aksa's tone slightly went up.

"It's so easy."

Arvin took a tissue and cleaned the coffee marks that were stuck in his mouth.

"How'd it go?"

"Say people, the most effective way of forgetting someone is by busying ourselves. Throw away anything or anything that makes you remember him. And one of the most important things, you have to learn to open your heart to others."

"Yes. But it's not that easy to open your heart to others. It's hard" said Aksa.

"This is the kind of person who dies young. Not yet tried, it has been answered difficult," replied Arvin ketus.

"Well, what do I have to do, Vin?"

Aksa's voice looks raucous. His face was a little bit sloppy.

"Yes at least you should try, dong. Remember, breaking up a relationship does not mean breaking up the spirit to live life. You must rise, Aksa! Love can, bego don't!"

Somehow Arvin immediately transformed into Mario steadfast. But with the new version of puberty kids.

"Good jagan. In a minute, I'm gonna go to the toilet and pee."

Aksa left the seat and went to the toilet. I don't care what his best friend said just now.

"Basic rock. It is difficult to advise people who have officially become love slaves. Basic bucin acute."

Arvin grumbled to himself seeing Aksa who had just left him for the toilet.

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Then, what would my poetry be if what I wrote was no longer about you.

—Aksa Melviano's

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