Occasions

CHAPTER 16 | Fear and Worry

Before deciding to go home to Bogor, I stopped by first to the coffee shop owned by my friend at that time, Putra. I deliberately went there, because I wanted to order a glass of ice coffee to accompany me on the trip later.

The music was clearly heard from inside the tavern just before I opened the door. A song by foreign singer Lukas Graham called Love Someone filled the room, causing me to get swept up in the square as I stepped towards the bar table. My mouth sang in whispers following the lyrics.

“Hai, Manda, keep it alone?” my broom while sitting on the bar stool, while looking at Manda who was making some kind of drink.

“No, Brother, same brother Son, really, was back.”

I nodded my head, then immediately ordered my favorite salted coffee ice on Manda. “Wait a while is okay ‘kan, Sis? You see there are a few more glasses that must be made.”

“It’s ok. I'm in no hurry!” I gave my thumbs up to Manda.

Manda is one of the employees at this coffee shop, and as far as I know, Manda is the oldest and longest-serving employee in this store. He's the senior here. Made coffee from his hands was not much different from the Son's, even almost the same. Not infrequently, in the past, when I often came here, he often gave me a few cups of black coffee to taste. He likes to make coffee.

Then, while I was busy playing the game on my phone, while waiting for Manda to make the order, the Son suddenly appeared and sat beside me. “Long time, Del?” While patting my shoulder.

I turned my head, “Newly until trus pesen drinking. Want me to take it home,” I say to Son.

“Oh, yes already, let Manda make it, huh? Nothing, ‘kan?” The son sat right next to me, forced to shut down my phone, stop the game on my phone.

“Del, y'all hope, yes?” asked the Son suddenly while poking me.

I look back at him. A flash of my memory of a meeting in person at this tavern came back to me. Yeah, it was the first time I ever saw her face again and she greeted me. After more than months of tragic events for me.

“That time, he said he wanted to apologize, but he said you blocked his Whasapp number.” The son told the man's wish.

“Block? I never blocked people's numbers, Put!” I flinched, not believing that Reza's men could say that.

It was impossible, a man I admired up to this moment could say such a cliche. I've never done that, and it won't be possible.

Indeed, long after that incident, he still sent the message several times, and it was deliberately not my reply and all I did was delete the number from the phone book on my phone, not block it. How could he accuse me of being so bad to him?

“That's exactly what I reconfirmed to you, Del. Even if it's true that you blocked someone else's number, I'm sure you have a good reason.”

“I still have a heart for him, so there's no way I'm that bad.” I defended myself.

The Son told Reza's words to me at that time. From A to Z, nothing is missed in the slightest, even in great detail. And I believe there is certainly no word that the Son reduces or exaggerates. The son is always like that, I know his nature well.