Layu Set

A taste to protect

Thanks to the help of a friend, Kinar gets a part-time job at a small cafe that serves several modern dishes. Orders are more delivery orders, making it must swamp down the dense road serving customers.

"hufffttt, finally narrow as well," a sigh of relief as if able to expel a little fatigue.

"Eat, here's your ration" Karin, who is also a fellow worker like him, offered him a box of rice.

"Thank you..."

Karin then dragged a chair sitting next to Kinar, "our task has not been stretched out, until it closes," he said.

"No papa," his tiredness paid off by the joy of getting a job.

The hour hand leads to the number 9, it is enough night for a woman to be outside. But the place is still quite crowded, because it is quite strategic in the office area which is mostly overtime until night.

A person with a look that could not be said to be neat slowly entered and headed towards a chair. Sit quietly while soaking in a delicious cigarette.

Kinar approached, offering a list of the menu, "sorry Mas, you can not smoke here," he reminded politely without staring at the interlocutor.

Jay immediately dropped the cigarette butts, stomping with his feet to extinguish. At that time Kinar just stared at the face, a face that was not unfamiliar to him. For a moment they exchanged glances before finally Kinar lowered his head, waiting for the menu choices of the visitors.

"Expreso.." one word came out of Jay's mouth without frills another word followed.

"Okay, please wait a moment," Kinar's face looked awkward, recalling the events of the past few days.

"Who is Ki?" asked Karin who had been watching Jay from the beginning she entered.

"He's a debt collector who used to go to my house" a very honest answer.

"Grandfather, just a little sad that's it?" whispered Karin.

"Yes if not sangar not be a debt collector times," replied Kinar by reflecting a smile.

Karin scratched her head without itching, "yes too" she replied laughing at herself.

One cup of concentrated coffee steeping with brownish foam on top, evaporating the distinctive aroma that becomes opium for the connoisseur. Without waiting for long, Jay immediately seeped in slowly before the hot steam dissipated.

From a distance Kinar betakannya, when Jay looks so delicious seeping steeping black coffee.

"What is that wisdom?" the question sentence came out without turning his gaze.

"What's delicious?" karin is busy himself.

"A cup of coffee."

"What kind of coffee have you never had?"

Kinar just shook his head, "i don't like it, because the steeping reminds me of the depth of hatred that has been tainted," he replied unconsciously.

"You mean?"

Realizing he had talked too much Kinar distracted, "no, I'm just a beper.

The flashback

Even last time when she was in Junior High, when she whined for pocket money for the cost of boarding the public transportation, her mother still attached great importance to coffee for her husband. And at that moment he blew his tent, the man spilled the cup of black steeping from the top of his head. Hot, must be so hot it blisters. Since then he has hated everything.

Not because of the toys or ice cream he didn't get but the attention and affection of his mother he had lost.

Flashback off

finally arrived at the cafe closing hours, Kinar gave everything neatly. But at the table there was still a man sitting quietly, even though his cup of coffee was gone without rest.

"Sorry Mas.we are closing down" Karin said politely. The man moved, stepping out expressionlessly.

Kinar turned off the inner room lights and locked the door tightly. And he handed the key to Karin.

"Thank you, you worked hard today."

"Together Mba."

Kinar then took a quick step, feeling like he wanted to get to his house soon. Breaking down a tired body that has been drained all day.

Just a few steps he walked the figure of the man he knew earlier, standing pegged leaning against the iron door of a store that was tightly closed. Their eyes clashed, staring in silence.

Kinar's steps came to a halt right in front of him, "thank you for yesterday" he said with a gentle look.

"Make what, I enjoyed it too," the answer left Kinar stunned. His memory returned when almost half of his body was open.

Without another word he immediately swung his steps away leaving the man who was now a jerk in his brain.

Unexpectedly, it turned out that Jay was walking in the same direction a few steps behind him. Every now and then he looked over, that figure was still there. The more accelerated his pace, the figure was not left behind. Kinar did not know that their house was only a few meters away.

Until it was finally decided to stop, then turned around to approach her, "You're following me?" tanyanya.

"The direction ahead is not just where you live" Jay replied without expression, not stopping his steps. It just passes through the Kinar. And now change Jay who is in front, Kinar who seems to follow him.

Their position remained the same until Kinar arrived in front of his house. For a moment, Jay walked straight without looking, "strange man.." muttered Kinar who then stepped inside. And then Jay looked back, making sure the girl had arrived safely.

Sleep soundly, his heart said with a gaze that had not yet turned from the dim room of the old house.

Not only today Jay stopped by the cafe where Kinar worked and walked home like following him. But tomorrow, tomorrow again and tomorrow again remains the same. His steps still accompanied Kinar to enter his house. I don't know why, but there seemed to be an urge from within his heart to be able to protect the girl.

Falling in love, it felt like the phrase was too early to interpret his actions. After losing a very attached figure in his heart, who must end his life after being sold by his stepfather to serve the striped-nose man who has borrowed a lot of money. The fate of the pill was almost the same as Kinar.

Every day like a princess who was always escorted, Kinar began to feel uncomfortable.

"If our direction is the same, you can look for another way. Or looking for another time, I'm not comfortable" he said when he just got out of the cafe to go home.

"I also want to be on time to get to the destination," he replied.

"Well, I'll go the other way. I don't have to make it home in time" Cila sauntered straight down the other road to her house.

Jay smiled faintly, looking at the behavior of the boy whose age was quite far below it. Funny for him.

I just want to make sure you get home safe. His heart spoke with a smile that didn't know what it meant.