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Chocolate and Coffee

In the gap between the closet and the corner wall of the room I sat down with a thick novel entitled Breath, Coffee and Life that was almost completed. I didn't miss a word on every page. This book has a beautiful story.

When these eyes reached the last page, there was a beautiful sentence but gave me goosebumps. ”And we begin the story of a cup of bitter coffee the antidote miss." I shuddered as I said the seventh word in that sentence. A coffee? What's the good of a drink with a deep black color and aroma that can make the stomach feel like coming out of it?

Johanna Aulia, a writer who always includes elements of coffee in her novels. I really hate that drink, but this novel has no reason to hate it. I don't know what went through that woman's mind to make a novel like this. I always stay away from the coffee element in every comic I make.

He is my favorite author. The story in each novel is beautiful and flowing. Often even made a movie. Unfortunately, the woman refused to show herself. Oh, Johanna Aulia, I want to see you. You are my inspiration when it comes to making stories for comics. I'm sure I can meet her, if it's pretty who knows I can date. Haha. Where did this ridiculous thought come from?

I closed the novel and inhaled the fragrance of the paper. Ah, it's fragrant. What perfume does Johanna Aulia wear? Famous brand or maybe she is not the type of woman who likes to wear perfume? I got up while holding the cramp on both knees and put the novel on the desk containing several comic sketches.

I threw my body into a comfortable, soft place while staring at the ceiling of the room. The appearance of the author ‘kopi’ it. About how old he was, his hair cut as short and how high. It may be similar to one of the characters from the novel. I don't know.

While smiling looking at the ceiling of the room, suddenly the door opened quite hard. I turned and found Mama shaking a sign of concern. I put on my face as if asking 'why' but he instead let out a long sigh while staring around my room which was almost like a broken ship.

Realizing Mama's intention, I could only bring out the mainstay, which was to show a row of my rabbit teeth—nyengir horse. After that Mama pointed at her armpits hinting me to kiss her own armpits. I raised my right arm and sniffed it. Yuck!

"It sure smells good. How many days have you been without a shower?"

"I've had a bath, Ma, '" I'm.

"Oh, huh? When?"

"Yesterday morning." Back I pulled out a horse-dry style.

Mama breathed heavily. "Just twenty more minutes Mama's here. You have to take a shower and this shipwreck has to be tidy."

A shipwreck? This is my loveliest base!

"Twenty minutes? Can't it go any faster?" sindirku.

"okay! Then ten minutes," said Mama.

"What's? Ten minutes? It's called torture." I got up while throwing dirty clothes into the green basket next to the bathroom door while yelling annoyed.

"Aldo, again Mama heard you scream so, Mama's time is 5 minutes less!" My mother's voice sounded threatening. That means the decision cannot be contested.

"Yes, my beautiful mama is like no goddamn angel."

"Even though you say Mama looks like a Korean girl group, the time is ten minutes."

The huft! It seems like my mom is teasing me.

*****

We are fighting dreamers.

Takami wo mezashite's.

Fighting dreamer.

Fighting dreamer.

Shinjiru ga mama ni's.

Oi oi oi oh! Just go my way!

Sing Naruto soundtrack that resonates in the ear through earphones while prancing around like a singer.

"Well, is he crazy?" a little girl told her mother.

"Std. Cuekin aja, Dek," replied the little girl's mother, pulling her son's hand away from me.

I'm not crazy, but I'm almost stressed. Deadline soon but the story has not met, my mind while watching the mother and child couples who had thought I was crazy for prancing myself in a modern shopping center. I walk one by one the floor of the mall made of glass while singing. Occasionally this step stops in front of the glass walls of the boutique to simply tidy up the disheveled hair. Some of the boutique clerks stared cynically, but some were fascinated by my cool look despite the rather cluttered appearance.

After feeling pretty neat, I set foot back to the bookstore. But not yet reached the destination, my eyes are glued to the figure of a girl with round eyes, chubby cheeks, clean white skin with curly hair like a Japanese doll. The girl sat in the corner while daydreaming staring at the glass wall of a cafe. My heart felt like it was jumping from its place, blood was flowing fast.

Unwittingly, my body was so enchanted that it had slumped on the floor like a melted candle. I read the name of the cafe where the girl was and suddenly my hair was bristling. D’Coffee? I swallowed spit. But the girl's charm was so strong that this self had subconsciously stepped towards the cashier.

“Welcome. What message do you want, Mas?” greet a tall girl behind the counter.

“Cokelat hot one.” I smiled at the girl.

“There again?” tanyanya while typing something on the big screen in front of her. My ears heard the Sundanese accent in his voice.

“That's it first.”

The cashier mentioned the nominal to be paid. Soon I handed him some money. While waiting for the order, I circulated a glance around. The walls of the cafe are painted in red, brown and yellow colors combined with patterns of squares and lines. I also noticed the lights hanging symmetrically. Unique too. Very comfortable atmosphere to be alone. Again, my gaze stopped on the figure of the girl in the corner of the cafe who did not let go of the light blue laptop.

“Sorry, Mas, the order,” says the girl behind the cashier table.

My daydream was caved in, then received a tray with a cup of hot chocolate on it. I stepped out of the cashier's desk. Looking for a table close to her, but it was all full. Too bad. I think I should be brave.

"Sorry, myself? Can I sit here?"