Occasions

CHAPTER 11| Is There A Way To End It?

As my son and I were chatting, suddenly the bells above the shop door rang, making my head and the head of the Son spontaneously turn towards the door. How surprised I was to see a man standing behind the glass door. Who else if not Reza.

Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight, instantly my blood flowed faster than ever, with my heart pumping so strongly. For a moment my breath stopped with my eyes staring at him. Similarly, on the contrary, the field-breasted man looks no less surprised by me, even he had time to peck for a few seconds until finally our eyes meet each other.

Goddamnit! My soul is in my heart.

After all this time I dodged, why would even now be able to meet again? And why should it be in this place? The place where the man broke my heart with his stupid decision. Finally what I was worried about from the beginning happened. Is this how God works? Always quick to grant the thing that makes this head dizziness unbearable?

Slowly the man walked up to the bar table where me and Putra were, making Putra quickly stand up from his chair and greet the man so kindly. “Hai, Za! How are you?” greet the Son for the first time so our distance with him is only less than a meter.

I instantly averted my eyes, grabbed my coffee glass and shook the contents. Pretend to stir the drink then swallow a few gulps. In an instant, I felt my throat dry again. It was like a barren desert.

“Good. Okay, kok!” he then pulled the seat of the former seat of the Son, while the Son was now standing behind the bar table, preparing to return to serve. “Sorry .. can I sit here?” reza said again, this time the man spoke to me, asking my permission.

I turned and nodded, then put the glass back in my grasp. Damnit damnit! Why does my son have to serve me this much coffee? Wouldn't it be impossible if I suddenly ended my time in this place? Especially with the condition of the contents of the coffee glass that is still more than half. Then, do I have to linger here? I'd be crazy if it took too long!

“What do you drink?” ask Putra. These eyes had once glanced to the side and saw that man was also looking at me, making me even more uncomfortable.

“Ordinary kayak,” says.

“Salted coffee ice?” ask the son again to be sure.

This time there was no answer from his mouth that sounded and I spontaneously turned to him. Again these eyes collide with each other and then a few seconds later both throw directions. It feels awkward to me. This throat always felt dry-contaminated until I again grabbed the glass and sipped the cold drink.

“Iya, I ordered it,” replied Reza.

Deftly, Putra immediately moved to make the drink desired by Reza. Leaving us in an uncomfortable situation. Maybe I'm the one who feels uncomfortable, while the guy is normal, I don't know. This feeling was very chaotic, completely beyond my prediction.

“Good,” I said slowly.

My heart rate is getting faster, I really want to get out of front of him. I want to go home. Can't stand it if I have to linger here, the condition of my heart like a wound that almost dried up, but now it's torn back. Bemoan. And I don't want to just melt away, like at the beginning of our introduction. For I know how to keep my distance from him, killing this feeling in the heart to actually die.

I looked up at the long black orange in the glass in front of me, intending to leave immediately. Honestly, I'm traumatized to come back to this store for the next few months. I'm traumatized to meet him here again. I don't want to see him again.

“How much, Put?” askaku when Putra serves Reza's drink. The two of them spontaneously looked at me simultaneously.

“Where to?” ask Reza.

“Rome.”

“I just came.”

“I've been here a long time. How much, Put?” I was in a hurry to hear the man's words.

However, the Son seemed to understand the condition that I was in, because from then on he continued to pay attention to me and Reza who looked awkward, not as familiar as before. And with nimble anyway, Putra immediately printed the note that I asked for. Without twisting, I immediately paid for my drink and said goodbye to go home.

“Still yes, Put!” I said to the Son. “Introduction yes!” I turned my head and said that to Reza, then stepped away.

There was nothing else I was thinking about right now other than as soon as possible to step away. And luckily Reza didn't hold me back or say anything else that could make me lose control. With a steady step I walked out of the tavern, hoping that after this I could stand firm if I met him. Berdo’a hopefully enough today I again feel the pain of the farewell sentence he said first.

A sentence that could make me shed tears, until this moment.

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