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Chocolate and Coffee 2

"Sorry, myself? Can I sit here?" I pointed to the bench in front of him.

He glanced and looked a little surprised, then quickly put on a flat face while saying, "Please."

"Thank you." It was with great pleasure that I dropped my body on the chair. The answer is short, even just a glance for a moment and refocus on his laptop. The cup of black coffee in front of the curly haired girl looked cold. Looks like he's been here a long time. The mood was silent for a moment.

"Whose name are you? That I'm Aldo." I started with a smile, holding out my hand hoping that the little girl would reply.

"Jo" he answered without looking at it.

Immediately I pulled back the hand that had been extended. Very short answer. "Hmm, is that black coffee?" Ah, it seems my bases are too stale.

"As you can see." His face still looks flat.

"I don't like coffee, I hate it." I sipped some hot chocolate after blowing it.

Suddenly his round eyes grew and looked at me for a long time. Even with that mysterious expression, she still looked sweet. "Oh, huh? Reason why?"

"The aroma of coffee makes me nauseous especially without sugar." I shuddered as the smell of coffee danced around my nose.

"Snack." He sipped coffee with an expression that was still difficult to guess. "Don't most men like coffee?"

How lucky that cup is. Geez! Conscious, Aldo, conscious! I patted the cheek slowly. "When I was a kid, even when I was copying I chose to hold my breath and stay away."

"He must be a real man." Jo again kissed the lips of the cup and sipped the deep black drink.

"definitely. Hmm, but I like the coffee in the novel by the famous author Johanna Aulia because I can enjoy the coffee without smelling the aroma and taste the bitter. The woman's novel was always a best seller even filmed. But why doesn't he want his identity to be known to the crowd, huh?" cerocosku at length.

"Oh, so you like Johanna Aulia, huh? Any other reason why I like it?"

"Hmm, the stories in his novels sometimes give me ideas when the mind is dead. The writing style, imagination, and the surprises on each page amazed me. I'm sure she's a sweet and cheerful girl. By the way, what's your job?"

"Freelancers."

"Well, same. If I were a comic in Lovely magazine."

"Are you Aldo Darmawan?" His expression was still flat while it was seen that the girl's hand was playing the cup handle.

"How do you know?" It's good to be known to a beautiful girl.

"Ah, no." He put the laptop in a bag and hung it on his back. "Can I borrow your name and character?"

"For?"

Is this actually praise or ridicule? Ah, but it's okay with that sweet girl talking. "Bo—by, kok. Send me after so, will you?"

"I didn't promise." He glanced at the watch and said, "Sorry, I have to go home. Adios. Nice to meet you." Jo got up, smiled and waved for a moment and passed.

Good Lord! My heart melted when I saw her smile. Holy hooch! I forgot to ask her address.

*****

I whistled as I entered the house flicking my fingers with body movements. It looks like you are sitting reading a magazine on the couch. Looks like someone forgot. Butwhat? I really don't remember.

Mama glanced at me then smiled brightly. "Eh, Mama's most handsome son has come home."

"Yes the most handsome, Mama's son, right, I'm the same as Lydia" I said as I climbed the stairs.

"Where are you going?"

"To the room, dong. Duh, sleepy." I yawned while scratching my itchy head.

"Mama's book?"

"What book?" I looked up and Mama looked at me sharply. The natureak! Turns out I forgot my mom's cookbook. "Geez! I forgot, Ma."

"Aldo, it's young already senile. Mama needs for tomorrow. Now quickly buy it. Mama doesn't want to know."

I looked towards the wall clock. "But it's half-nine, Ma, close a little bit."

"Yes you're in a hurry, dong. Okey? Mama wait."

"Yes, Ma." I ran and grabbed a black matic motor in the garage. My mother was standing at the door. "Ma, I'm going first. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Yes carefully. Don't speed!"

"Yes," I said as I plugged the gas. It was said to be fast, but could not speed. What do I do, dong?

*****

I lay my body on the bed. Look at the ceiling of the room. Recalling the meeting with the angel at the coffee shop this afternoon. Beautiful, but her attitude is cold and indifferent. But the girl's smile made my heart wail. Aih, what am I talking about?

He said he was a writer, surely the ice girl's novel was not as good as Johanna Aulia. I don't know why I'm so interested in that girl. He wants to make me one of the characters in the novel he is going to make? Glad to mix sad because his praise pierced the heart. But it's okay, what matters is happy.

Does he come to the cafe every afternoon?