Don't Say SORRY

04

Bree will check that many messages have entered after activating his phone, because the phone died overnight. Just wanted to check the message, Alby called.

"Morning, Bi?"

"Morning. Where's bri?"

"The Irzi Place."

"Yes." Yeah." Alby turned off the call.

A call from Levi followed.

"Bre?"

"Yes?"

"Where?"

"In the east alley of the cafe."

"okay." Levi turned off the call.

"Why?" ask Irzi.

"Miss Rapunzel says things from the attic."

"There's a duty call!"

Bree put the phone off checking. Message from the owner? the owner already knows of its existence. Messages from others, later, are still in comfortable condition without a cell phone.

"Bwuh, this is really sweet coffee."

Irzi laughed knowing Bree wasn't sweet-copying. The sugar mix coffee is very sweet. Bree placed the glass on the floor while grabbing her vibrating phone. Once again Bree's phone vibrated. Bree opened a message from Alby.

[i'm downstairs]

"Alby's here!?" Bree looked at Irzi for a bit, then rushed out and looked down.

"Bi!" call Bree, just let Alby look up.

"Hi."

Alby parked the motorbike and went to Irzi's room. After greeting each other, Alby and Irzi got into a conversation.

"Want coffee? Or tea?"

"Join coffee Bri aja, Zi."

Both in foreign language related majors make Alby and Irzi chat connect. Bree just listen. After finishing the coffee and getting ready, Alby invited Bree to say goodbye.

Alby didn't bring Bree back to the cafe. They were in the stadium street that every morning and afternoon crowded with traders and people exercising. Bree and Alby in soto's tent.

"Your contact isn't active?"

"Mobile lobet. I left it to watch."

"Do you sleep at Irzi's?"

Bree's mouth chews savory tempe chips dicocol spicy chicken soto sauce. Look at Alby staring. Netra Alby was waiting for an explanation. His attitude was calm but his gaze was deep as if he was in charge of Bree who was staying at a friend's house without permission after school yesterday.

Alby frowned, briefly raising both eyebrows. It really needed Bree's answer just finished chewing.

"Because I drove Irzi to get some chocolate. Drink chocolate together watch," Bree explained. "We're sleeping."

Alby's view is still probing.

"I don't have a charger. Irzi found a charger that fit my phone from a cardboard of old things, it was late dead phone. Left watching."

"Take your meal, after this prepare."

"Hm."

Outdoor led sign cafe on, inside cafe, bright bar lights. In the parking lot are Ilham and Levi's motorcycles. They were busy at the cafe. It's too early from the opening hours that should be 10.

"That's a leaf wipe." Bree piqued looking at Ilham who was wiping the windshield.

Inspiration raised both hands expressionlessly. Typical face. Next hand shows the lap he has been wearing some clean since.

"Dirty."

Always wear something that is separated. That's the only microfiber lap the cafe has. Bree specializes it for plants because it's the best material to wipe the surface of the leaves.

Levi poured roasted coffee beans in a jar. Full-stocked condiment in container. Usually to prepare new items, such as coffee beans that must be roasted owner, between 8 hours. It's only 7 o'clock even the cafe is neat and the lights mark open.

Bree's in the locker room. Helmet removable. Removed from pocket, yesterday afternoon unused. Cigarettes were bought by Irzi.

"Mad ...,"

Ilham approached Bree, before speaking, Bree preceded alluding to the opening too early.

"Passy?"

"Ho oh, you're off today? Cafe let me take care of Levi."

Slowly closing the safe door, Bree looked at Ilham beside him. "No confirmation? You guys aren't going to the parlor?"

"No activity."

"okay."

After locking the safe door by not poking at Ilham who was still standing nearby, Bree exited the locker room, in his hand already carrying a record book. Ilham.

"Pantesan early in the morning already craft."

"The plan is to close the day" said Ilham.

Bree stopped staring at his one-on-one owner. "Good boy, gan. I'm the one who takes care."

"Snakeyel! Up there." Alby.

"Good, Bre. Your rations are up," Levi added.

Bree snorted stepping to the main door. "In the afternoon, many of you are even closed." Remembering to have forgotten something, Bree turned his steps and headed towards the bar, his mouth still blabbering.

"Morning is not the right time for coffee to enter the body."

"Filling the memory first, just nagging," said Alby.

In the drawer there is still a dime and the final receipt of the post-closing order, yesterday afternoon, yesterday afternoon, the machine has been in-off after the final recap suddenly the order comes in a considerable amount to accompany some students who work on the task at the cafe.

Bree picked up the rubble that was strewn across the cashier drawer. Calculated per thousand each put in plastic one quarter. His posture is slightly bent. As soon as he finished and closed the drawer, found the three men standing silently looking at him.

"Next to work? If there's a stop where the spout is settled, he says he wants a gasik?"

Levi cut out the coffee bean packaging. Alby standing playing a leaf. Inspiration scratching a sweaty itchy head.

"Capek" said Ilham.

"Closing yesterday has been cleaned. Should have prepared the material, gan. Cleanly followed in the middle of shift."

The three owner's eyes accompanied Bree's steps up the stairs.

"I washed it immediately, which has protested."

Levi and Alby chuckled, watching Ilham enter the kitchen. Alby saw Levi who made the bar table dirty.

"Wrong to shit, Bro?"

Levi chuckled at Alby. He roared the scissors for disposal. Alby tidied the coffee bean jar.

Bree sat among the roses, recording a note that he had not yet worked on yesterday afternoon. Enter the nominal from the receipt into the book, researching each number. Calculate sheets of money and coins, re-matching them.

The wind chills the sweaty body. Shower when it is cold in the body. Okay also off, he wants to sleep again after this. Bree looked at the plants dancing in the wind. The aroma of coffee out from ornamental plant pots.

The leaves of the tomato withered in infancy, Bree picked up scissors to cut them. A few days ago it rained pretty good. Seeds are only covered with clear plastic roofs, dew and moisture is certainly not spared. Hope the sun warms them.

Alby noticed the girl who was painstakingly taking care of the plants. Incidentally Ilham and Levi choose the turn of the cafe. Alby wants to enjoy the day with the girl. The weather is clear and the wind is refreshing the body.

"Not intended to take a shower, Bri?"

Bree turned his head for a moment to Alby who was walking to see him. "Agem."

"Where?" bree asked, looking back once again.

"Street."

"I'm sleepy." This time Bree did not look.

"Bri don't want to go with me?"

Bree often thinks that Alby has a minder. It was precisely during this time that Bree was not confident. There are a lot of disadvantages compared to Alby.

Bree stopped his activities to focus on talking to Alby. "I'm tired, Bi."

"Ilham's goal is to rest shift, so that Bri can rest. My goal is to get out so Bri refreshes rather than nagging. Prepare for?"

Bree considered Alby's saying that it was true. There was no chance on another day because this holiday Bree rarely got. Holidays are also only silent on the top floor of the cafe, where he lives. Without a vehicle and reduce expenses make lazy to travel.

"Yes." Yeah." Bree.

Alby smiled as he watched Bree's spirit. Tidying up the money and stationery while the girl sprayed the stale rice fermented water on the plants to avoid pests and shrunken leaves.

"Is this all?"

Bree looked over. "Live input. Lack of money I've written." Bree cleaned up his equipment and trash.

Alby followed Bree down the stairs. Waiting for Bree to get ready while he checks the cafe controls user activity and sees the performance of the operator. Andre's taking care of shift two this morning.

Bree prepares fresh bread of kiwi jam and mango juice. Fruits that have not been used by the cafe but have not expired are a little additional vitamins. Not connected as a healthy supply because without protein and fat. Bread and kiwi tend to be calorie and carbo, as well as sugar. Little nutrition.

Where Alby will take him is important there is a snack without spending funds. He'll enjoy this holiday with Alby. Bree put the juice bottle and stock box in a sling bag. Resliting her bag pocket has been mengedel but Bree does not intend to buy a new bag.

Bree sat on the stairs glaring at the mega accompaniment. Beautiful sky this morning. The wind blows peacefully. But his feelings are stuck because many think the things that bring him are not good. Alby found him silent. It's worth a long time to prepare, the bag looks full.

"Nalamun?"

"No."

The two stared at each other silently. Bree's eyes blinked a few times while biting his lips. Alby understood, Bree thought something was not conveyed. He approached and touched the top of the head of this galauan girl.

"Never think of the thing that will become a matter in Bri's own heart."

Alby reached out his hand without hesitation to Bree. The other hand grabbed the bag lying on the stairs. Bree walked down the stairs, led by the cafe. Levi and Ilham looked. Bree let go of the hand walking in leaving Alby.

Bree's warm appearance looks adem. His thin body was clad in an avocado green baby terry sweater with a turtleneck closing the neckline. Jogger cinnamon wrapped his tall legs. No lagging sandals crocs chocolate beans pride everyday. His hair was randomly shredded. Levi started flirting.

"Which prince's date is the same? Just choose this one."

"Prince makes a living for my future."

"Prince does not need work, just sit still," said Ilham.

"Yes whose adjutant works. That, you guys."

Uh, this is their cafe.

Bree's in the locker room. Levi and Alby put it plainly to deny each other not the role of aide they want. They play the prince.

"What prince is the general, Bri?" ask Ilham.

"Mafia."

"You're a bandit, Bre," said Levi.

"Gerrie" said Alby.

No matter the three men's chatter, Bree's brain filled with the delusion of a big mafia chairman who is also a rich businessman, comes to pick him up. Airbus L1e Super Puma navy blue landed on rooftop ..., no no no no no!!! Roses and pandans will die, tomatoes and melons can be treated later ....

BRACKET!

The helmet crumbled as the hand just grabbed from the top of the shelf. The three men looked over, found Bree picking up a helmet on the floor and checked his condition.

"You debus" said Alby.

Bree turned his head, the three men standing by the door. His lips clenched, enlarged eye bags narrowed his already minimal eyes, his eyebrows curved. Inspiration can be pitying. Without makeup polish makes Bree's face color significantly paled.

"Your helmet broke?" ask Ilham.

"No."

Levi who was still giggling grabbed the helmet from the hands of its owner. The helmet visor bolt is loose, just tighten it, safe because the helmet body is not cracked. Levi held the helmet to Bree's head.

"Tameng the princess is perfect again."

"Not polite wear an indoor helmet, a lot of parents." Bree.

The old??? Ilham and Levi looked at each other. Both of them throw a look at Alby. Alby turned to look at Bree, followed by Ilham and Levi turning their eyes to Bree. All four are born in the same year, it means both parents.

"Thank you, Lev."

"Well shower?" ask Levi.

It was offended Bree's feelings. Bathing or not will look the same in the other eye.

"Semalem wet the bed," continued Ilham.

Bree's brain again flashed that the bandits came to loot the coffee shop owned by three friends, and snatch it from them ..., oh! pots bought with hard-earned money can fall and break because of the action of the bandit leader and his gang! Bree tripped on his own leg, he fell, his helmet rolled. Bree grimacing.

"Horns?"

"Grass."

For Eurocopter Airbus!

"Congratulations?"

Bree glanced at the insensitive Alby still asking. Obviously, Bree has been sleepy and tired. Is it possible that Bree thought of leaving the cafe and the three owners who had been good to him for the sake of the mafia and bandits?

"I'm kasbon?" pinta Bree to Ilham.

"Oh my God, don't think there's any money?" Levi chuckled.

"Take it," said Ilham.

"Udah." Bree dude, a 50,000 sheet he showed me.

"Buy what mapolohrebu?" ask Levi.

"Buy Levi!"

"Weh! My treasure?"

"Short time." Bree chuckled walking out.

"You have two days off, Bri," said Ilham.

"Two days?" Bree turned back to face Ilham. "Why haven't I had two weeks off?" Bree grinning.

"Him!" Alby's finger hit Bree's head.

"Guts!" Levi shook his hands around his neck.

Bree turned around with pursed lips, his footsteps quickly heading out.

"Where are you going? Buy pempes?"

"Brake, Bri."

"I threw it at times." Alby.

I really wish there were bandits! Not kuwalat, they are violent men. Let's find a barista who is willing to double waiters and cashiers with a salary of half the minimum wage.

Bree stood on the porch, glazed on the slinding door. The three men still spoke. It seems to be discussing the pesantren project. That's what Bree caught. Ilham and Levi are believed to hold the management of the new son pesantren development process.

"Bi, follow the activities of Ilham and Levi?"

"Hmm, okay too."

Alby did not participate in the activity and this time there is a plan to participate in its management.

They stopped at a shop because they both wanted to have coffee. Alby pointed at the tiny bakpao in the snack basket at the table, Bree pointed at his bag, already with a bread supply. After Alby paid, they sat in the front seat near the entrance. The shop is crowded and almost full.