Don't Say SORRY

01

A little massage relaxes the eyes after since the morning face reports. For a moment to look at the room, finding the girl in a ponytail squatting among the pots of ornamental plants, her slender fingers gently stroking the leaves. Before moving from the cashier table Alby stretched his muscles because he was sitting too long.

The indoor plants looked fresh, the soil was wet, the leaves were shiny. Alby also feels fresh after washing hands and face. He smiled seeing the girl who was selo fiddling with the plants as a routine, the violin catapult leaves were wiped carefully and painstakingly.

"So there's something done. Less work?"

Bree turned his head briefly at the athletic man who walked into the bar.

"Should you underline the word care on the SOP list?"

"Please."

"Thank you."

The water shimmered in the sunlight that broke through the glass. The aroma of wet soil and coffee perfume blend in. The rhythm of the jazz swing tickled the legs, if unconsciously embarrassed, the legs knocked the floor drifting in a laid back mood.

Rescue of the ivory betel stalk that trapped the red fur elongata. Some types of mini cacti peek until there is a protest. Devil's ivy growth prevents sunlight from sneaking up on the bottom side of the shelf. Prahara stacking racks. Bree stood moving the ivory betel to a high robo shelf, exchanging it for anthurium andraeanum.

Anthurium flamingo made dizzy his pot rotated here and there adjusting the light. The beautiful flowers sway. The yellowish spadix sheathed with a deep red spatha of only three stalks adjusted to its position looks aesthetically pleasing among the thick dense green foliage.

"Coffee."

The cup's outburst stopped Bree. This tall man was already standing nearby. Bree smilingly received a cup of coffee, a lap grabbed inserted pocket apron that perched the sprayer, leaving his place followed by the eyes of the man who was still standing sipping coffee there.

The clink of a cup at the bar table invites Alby to come closer, looking at two concentrated drinks ready to shake the drinker's tongue. Alby chuckles before not paying attention to the cup, it turns out Bree has made coffee and has not run out.

"Prepare to enjoy the day grusuk grasak."

"Thank you, Bi."

Bree dropped a rag and sprayer under the cashier's desk, greeting a user who came to the bar.

"Sister, I want the banana. Triple shots."

"Gee!"

Alby has never found a request for three shots of espresso from visitors. Except for Bree who always spent 90 milliseconds for himself.

Bree repeat orders make sure on the order before inputting them to the register. "There's another addition?"

"That was okay?"

"That's fine, the conditions linger open billing."

"Over the last day of duty, brother."

Kevin put the memo on the cashier's desk and send Alby a message before he goes to the kitchen.

"Andre didn't work this afternoon. Later in the day he sends a message to Brother."

"Thanks, Vin."

"Waiting for order. Thank you." Thank you." After completing the transaction, Bree inputted an order from Kevin to make a receipt.

"Boy sixteen, Brother. Thank you." Thank you."

Bree immediately removed and wiped the portafilter, rinsing the grouphead clean the residual residue, placing a wipe on the grouphead and drip tray to dry from the water.

After the customer who was the girl in a gray white uniform did not appear in sight, Alby turned to Bree who poured coffee powder from the grinder.

"Maniac met maniac."

Bree accompanied the coffee grounds in a portafilter with a metal tamper, briefly glancing at Alby, his finger rubbing the edges of the portafilter clean of the powder crumbs.

"From cookie guy sok ngebitter." Bree casually extracts espresso.

"God ...." Alby raised an eyebrow looking at Bree who revealed a smile next to the corner of his lips.

He once made a glass of lungo but tasted at some shavings giving up and giving sugar. It was as sharp as Bree's memory of four years. Alby puts his shoulders back in a sip of coffee, watching Bree enter the kitchen. A coffee cup is placed near the laptop at the cashier's desk preparing to help into the kitchen as well.

Kevin diverts the waffle from the grill to the plate, sows pieces of fruit on it, crumbs the sugar flour. After washing his hands, Alby put the shrimp into the boiling water that Kevin had prepared.

"Andre swapped shifts for who?" ask Alby.

"I" replied Kevin.

"Relatedly the afternoon shift?" ask Bree.

"Related, Brother."

"Let me continue." Bree offered to replace Andre's shift after closing the cafe.

"Safe."

Finished straining the banana, Bree came out of the kitchen back to the bar. ALIF CofiNet is never empty of visitors. A few minutes a crowded bar a little quiet bar. On the cafe bench has been visited by customers, some of which are user queue cafe.

Alby prepares pieces of marinated chicken along with the moss material. Kevin turned off the stove slicing the shrimp before it was arranged into a rice paper sheet on the cutting board, first composing the vegetable pieces. Finished roll of rice paper stuffing vegetable shrimp arranged on the plate he continued to mix the sauce.

The operator creates a handy menu only. The cooking menu can be left on the memo that will be made by the cafe. Kevin finished plating, spring roll and waffle are served in trays, ready to be escorted to the order.

Between the bar and the kitchen is blocked by a minimalist half-space wall. Like a wide window as if framing the kitchen. Bree saw Kevin coming out of the kitchen.

"Vin, all of you drop off for room sixteen, yeah."

"okay."

Bree placed the user's order along with the receipt on the tray that Kevin presented. All unpaid bill spring roll and waffles.

"Thank you, Vin."

The neatly pigtailed kribo-haired student worked while in college. Same with most operators who take busyness in the cafe next to his lecture.

The western room has 22 rooms serving internet facilities and movie lovers. 24-hour Multimedia cafe. Kevin's shift operator 2. The main room is a cafeteria that is open at the coffee break hour precisely near noon to evening.

Initially the cafe was held by the owner. Alby had fakum to focus thesis, Bree who was once a cafe operator was asked to take care of the cafe. Once overwhelmed because Ilham and Levi were busy with social activities, it was fortunate that Alby's judicium was again active in managing the business of three friends. With Alby's return, Bree was helped.

"On behalf of Sonya? One cappucino, one black coffee." Bree placed two hot cups on the table while repressing another order. "The food is awaited later. Enjoy it."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

"Back," Bree replied kindly.

Bree put down the tray, briefly sat down to sip his coffee, moving on to the kitchen.

"Can I help you, Bi?"

Two rice bowls were placed into the tray, Bree checked the request board and made sure the material that Alby had sambi to continue.

"Safe."

Alby sprays the cinnamon into the toast, putting the mint leaves as a garnish. Mint leaves have been added as a sweetener since Bree planted them in the rooftop.

Alby leaves Bree to take over the fry while cleaning the kitchen.

"Welcome to the cofinet. Please wait."

Alby greeted the new customer. Taking orders first all gives customers the opportunity to look around the menu frame. After that, trade at the cashier table. Alby gets busy at the bar entrusting the kitchen to Bree.

"Your wife is a frown, Bri."

Bree turned his head, "He uh," watching Alby see the one-on-one kiwi fruit that had been separated.

"Tut tut tut ...."

"Who would like to come, to Jogja, to Semarang ...."

Joking all the time. Both of them enjoy being tired with likes. Incredibly busy cooperation in uncertain hours. Customer cafe and cafe in and out while minimal personnel.

Maghrib Bree decided to pray mumpung bar was quiet. Install the board PLEASE WAIT at the bar table. Alby's been ending his shift since five o'clock.

Returning from the mosque Bree checked the request board, no memo, continued closing. Outdoor led sign cafe and bar lights turned off. Bree stands in a locker room facing a ledger and a tablet, recording the cafe's income.

It should have been 4 o'clock shift shift shift operator. Andre had exams at the university so Kevin replaced the double shift.

"I'm not going anywhere, Vin, if you need help please hand me over."

"Thanks, Brother."

ALIF is named after Alby Qiyas, Ilham Pratama, Fahlevi Kai Malik, three co-founders of cafe cafeteria. Familiarity like brothers, not workers and owners, makes Bree comfortable agreeing to live on the second floor to save on expenses without the need to rent a place to live.

The arrangement on the lower floor is more attractive to visitors who do enjoy the atmosphere of the coffee shop so that the upper floor is emptied. There is an outdoor in the western courtyard. The southern courtyard which is the front section remains for parking. A fully stretched membrane canopy covers the courtyard, remaining cool without worry when it rains.

***

Tok Tok Tok Tok!

The windshield is tapped with greetings. The man with the sloping body entered the slinding door. Asian eyes highlight the gap of the partition walls that block the kitchen. Bree, who was struggling in the kitchen, said hello.

"Needs."

"Sop."

Levi noticed***** the whimper Bree was working on in the kitchen. After washing his hands idly pulled Bree's ponytail as it passed out. The irritated grunt of the hair owner made him giggle. Levi took the smartphone out of his pocket and sat on the front sofa.

"Not the same tempe, Bre."

"Udah, eggs."

"Assalamualaik."

"Mosur."

The arrival of Alby immediately sahut World Cup added to the crowded front room that was just the sound of Levi's mobile phone game.

In the kitchen Alby took out the mica from the crackle, "Chang nimble, Bri." The steamed snack container that Bree liked was placed in the refrigerator. He smiled at Bree's big smile.

"Huumm, thank you, Bi."

"Get your pants up!" reprimand Alby wirih with emphasis.

Bree reflex held the back waist, the skin of his hips visible, pulled the bottom end of the shirt inserted into the waist of his pants while glancing at Alby out of the kitchen after washing his hands. The possibility of the tip of the shirt with the waist of the pants is separated when the hands are lifted taking the spice from the top cabinet.

"Bre! Dry clothes?" exclamation Levi. "Rain."

"Ha! Yep!" Bree hurriedly placed the knife in the basin without noticing its unbalanced position.

THE TANG! CTAK! BRACKET!

"Oh God!" Bree stopped and looked. The floor was strewn with vegetable pieces, the basin was lying, the eggs were smashed, the lid of the pot and the knife were also lying.

The two men scrambled to find Bree picking up pieces of vegetable stuffed in a basin. Alby grabs the litter he placed near the splash and then exits the kitchen. Levi lined up Bree tidying up the equipment, the laps were ready on the shoulders.

"Sit down, Bre."

Bree was suffocated when Levi's original hand roared the splash into the serok, the more insipid the contamination, just covered in eggs should still be washed.

"It's your darling, Lev!"

"This new cut is dirty. There!" Levi drove Bree who was chuckling away. "Let me!" Anxious. His dirty hands could only stretch out his arms preventing Bree's body from getting close.

Alby was back in the kitchen watching the two. The drinking water for Bree must have been shocked.

"Wash your hands, Bri. Refresh your face."

Surprised to hear outside the rain, Alby finds a blanket and bolsters of Bree's pride sun dried. Shocked by the sound of falling found the reality of the ingredients of his cooking scattered. Especially surprised?

After Bree cleaned himself up, Alby went out of the kitchen. Handed over a glass of water for Bree to drink.

"Sit down, Bri."

Bree sat watching two men cleaning the kitchen. His trembling hand held tightly to the glass of warm water while continuing to catch his breath.

"Boiled," joked Alby throwing dirt into the garbage bag.

Levi washes the rag for reuse mopping the floor almost clean. "Skeweean," he pointed at the knife, "what's wrong, what's a nudge."

The basin and lid of the pot are smaller than the knife used.

"Well, the egg was put here." Levi pointed at the lid of the pot.

"Misput the knife, into the pot or into the basin."

"Perhaps, just now the racquet continued to be shocked by the rain."

"Dominome effect."

Very cool two men play a detective in the investigation of TKP, signalling Bree who grimaces shame.

"Thank you, Lev, Bi."

"Mistechnic yes, Bre."

Levi mopped the floor and drained Alby. Levi washes utensils in the sink, Alby washes litter in the bathroom. Once clean, Alby opens the dry cabinet, Levi opens the refrigerator.

"Reduced, Bre?" ask Levi.

"All empty?" ask Alby.

Bree nodded correctly that it was the last ingredient. Levi and Alby came out of the kitchen.

"Shop."

"Stock eating young lady."

Bree noticed Levi passing by, turning to watch Alby pass him by. Slightly made the head dizzy since the two people were agile. Levi and Alby grab the keys. Bree wants to come. The glass is placed on the table and follows out.

"Oi, baby master!"

Levi groped Bree's face and went down the stairs. Alby cupped Bree's head to take the road ahead of him.

The afternoon market is not as big as the morning market across the street. His condition was crowded at the dinner preparation hour. Along entering the market can directly see the entire corner, still complete stacking and lined with cooking ingredients at each table.

Alby gets a large cauliflower that ayu and selects the potatoes put on the scales. Bree picked up fresh mushrooms in packs. Levi mentioned mixed curly chili peppers to pack.

Bree weighed three pakcoy bumps, thought to be mostly removed, but two pakcoy bumps were added to the scales. Bree was speechless to notice Levi also re-included the piece that had been removed, up to five large pakcoy bunks full on the scales.

"Price of five thousand, ma'am," Levi bargained.

Though nominal on the scale of 8,000 so, Bree gawking when the vegetable mother assented.

Bree took a small-sized kobis, again, made to gawk invincible Levi weighing a kobis as big as a head. Kobis in Bree's hands is taken over Levi is returned to the basket again. Bree chose a small vegetable that once cooked without storing sliced vegetables, a habit before staying with the refrigerator.