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Prang…!
I wiped everything on the desk. I didn't care about the glass, the glass ashtray, and everything fell on the floor. My heart is so messed up, emotions make me want to break things or even want to break people's heads.
All this just because of the girl I've loved so much over the last ten years. Who else if not Risma Nabilla? I tell you why I love Risma, it's because Risma is the only girl who can make me fall in love.
Risma is an independent girl, strong, beautiful, chubby cheeks, her eyes narrow, her skin tanned, her hair bangs, and basically everything in Risma is the type of girl I dream of.
Just now I almost managed to get Risma's love by auditioning for the scourge while, uh know-tau Bastian Yoel Permana came again into Risma's life.
“Why the hell did he come again after six years away from Risma's life? Did he purposely want to take away my happiness? No, I'm not gonna let Bastian get what I like. Risma can not be dekretin with any guy!” My emotions are exploding.
My brain thought hard to find a way so that no man approached Risma. But a moment later I smiled a sly smile. I managed to find that way.
“Whatever the way, Risma must be mine again. I am sure, Bastian will not disturb Risma if Risma is already mine. Yeah, that's a brilliant idea,” murmured me with a smile. My eyes look dim. So dark and cold.
Bruk!
I dropped my body on my bed. My eyes stared at the ceiling of the room, imagining the beauty of making love with Risma. “Risma, wait for me in your heart. I'm sure pause again, you will fall into my arms.”
***
Rather than me stressing in the room, mending to the Sacred Coffe Promise –business that I built for one year. Who knows with work bias reduces a little bit of my heartache.
“Mas, Avacado Coffe one yes,” said the man about twenty-five years old.
“At whose name?”
“Aldi.”
“Oke, wait a minute ya.”
The booker was sitting in seat number five while playing his gadget.Gue immediately made his order. However, the unlucky faces of Risma and Yoel laughed cheerfully danced in my mind. Unknowingly I have finished making coffee for the customer.
“On behalf of Aldi, the coffee is done.”
The customer approached me. He plucked his plastic coffee cap with a straw, then sipped the coffee he ordered. A moment later he spit. I'm shocked.
“Cuih, what the hell is this? Can I messennya Avacado Coffe, how to taste pandan coffee?”
I patted the jidat. “Sorry, I was wrong. I remade. As apology the booking is free.”
“Yes free?”
He sat back to his place. I made the order reset. This time be more careful. Totally on order.
Damn, because I keep imagining Risma so make my favorite coffee Risma. Ah, so a glass of loss right. Not until five minutes are over. I call him again.
“Well, this is new as per my order.”
I smiled sweetly as I put my hand down. “Thank you for stopping by Coffe's Sacred Promise. Sorry if it's unsatisfactory.”
He was leaving.
Not intentionally I looked to the right, suddenly Felis appeared. “Since when did you stand there?”
“Since you bengong make his coffee. Lo why? Tumben, no pokus, not feeling well?”
“Ngak. I'm fine-fine aja.”I lied on purpose because I believe Felis's bucket was leaking into Risma.
Is this the right time for me to confide in Risma to Felis?
“From earlier I imagined Risma same Yoel mulu.”
Felis looked at me with a serious look. “Please answer honestly, you are jealous they are back together?”
Just a nod to answer Felis' question.
“Since when did you love Risma?”
“Since still a boy kali. I don't know when this taste comes up.”
Silent. Suddenly the look on Felis' face turned moody. He also daydreams. I shook my hands in front of his eyes. “Kok lo's daydreaming turn? Don't you also get jealous of them?”
“Eh, e.. e. Why am I jealous of them?”
I know he's evasive again. But I am justin. “So I must what?”
“The only thing you can do is just monitor them while looking for a loophole to get into his heart Risma.”
Word ‘seeking slit’ is not a bad idea. I'm gonna do that.
***
“Tadaaaaa .. I bring your favorite coffee nih,” said I.
I closed the coffee shop early for Risma's house. After all, free also work if the brain is always imagined Risma mulu. Could add to the loss.
“Assyik.”
His reaction was not as usual. Risma remained glued to her gadget while smiling. I sat down next to him and tried to peek at the Iphone Risma. “Chat who the hell? How's smile?”
“My boyfriend is. After so many centuries, it turns out Yoel is still humorous as the beginning of knowing.”
While there are thousands of thorns lodged in my heart as Risma discusses Joel with pride. “Hmmm.”
“Ris, I just need something dong.”
“What?”
“For the word, there is another guy who is more handsome, well established, well compared to Yoel keep the guy likes lo lo, there is still a gap not the guy goes into the heart lo?”
“Hmmm.” He sipped the coffee I brought. “It seems not. My heart is in Yoel. But I don't know in the future either. Can God go back and forth between the hearts of men.”
A smile expands on my lips. At least it still holds hope. Although the expectation is only 0.999999%. Suddenly Mama Risma came out of the room.
“Eh, there's Nak Bima. It just so happens that Auntie cooks your favorite Balado Shrimp. Eat with yuk.”
“No osah, Aunt. Will be back home soon.”
“Tumben, sok-sokan nolak. Usually the most chatted eat,” said Risma.
“Tau tuh, pake sung all kayak same anyone. Then your dad called, saying he couldn't go home. Meeting outside the city with Risma. Mbok Yem returns home. In your home, no one cooks. You are told to eat here, so Auntie cook Shrimp Balado.”
“If Aunt maksa, yes I want.”
“Well, that's dong.”
The crack entered into his heart Risma might have already. However, entering as the son-in-law of Risma's parents must be more wide open than Yoel. I became more pedekate spirit with his mother Risma.
