Occasions

CHAPTER 9 | Wedding? I Taste No

Time is slow to pass for me who is still in the process of healing the heart. I avoided all the places I had been with the man. I even hate those places. For me all those places created their own stories, stories of happiness that I had ever felt. A story I used to tell, but now I'm despicable. As low as possible.

I began to look for busyness aside from regular work, to fill free time on weekends, as it is today. It's very rare that I go for a hangout to enjoy a cup of coffee and my meal time.

After I finished cleaning the housework, I immediately rushed over to prepare to leave. Surrounding the city to get rid of the saturation that every weekend I always spend silent in my room. Sleeping, watching movies or just looking at the content of social media that I have.

With courage I set foot into the favorite coffee shop, where I used to spend coffee time with Reza. It was also the final witness of our journey. I don't know why, I'd love to go there.

Just as the tip of my finger touched the door knob of the tavern, someone's voice was heard calling my name. Far behind me. “Adella!”

I turned my head, looking for the source of the voice until I saw the figure of a tavern owner, his name's son. A smile I developed especially for him who walked closer.

“How are you? Haven't been here in a long time, where to go?” he asked who was standing in front of me.

“There, really! A lot of work, so just this time here again. Kangen coffee made by you.” I teased him a little, he laughed.

The son of the owner of this shop is indeed quite successful. He already has many branches of his shop with different names. I've known him for a long time, since school, because he's my upperclassman. In the past at school, he also had a romantic relationship with my friend who eventually also ran aground. My friend prefers a successful man of different islands who can guarantee his future life.

But who would have thought? After their separation, the Son even more successful with the effort that is indeed a hobby. Yes, he likes the world of coffee, not just a coffee connoisseur like me.

“This time I want to try another variant, make a fresh one,” my door. With a smile the Son nodded his head, agreeing to my request.

Just one step into the tavern, my eyes immediately turned toward a corner of the room, where I sat last time a few months ago with Reza.

Bullsh*t if I say I can forget it. The proof was that my mind was filled with shadows. Every day until this moment. Sick? Yes, that's how I feel and it hasn't changed. Still sick to this day.

I immediately stepped back to the bar table, where a variety of coffee bean packs were served, complete with several coffee machines and other equipment. Sit right in front of the bar table and see the Son wearing his apron.

“I made a long black orange, want?” bargained for.

“As far as you are, I definitely want one soon.”

I watched the Son make me a drink. This guy is very expert. Various kinds of coffee beans have been concocted and the results are always delicious. The son also did not hesitate to teach knowledge about the world of coffee to his employees. Even with me, he also wants to share his kitchen recipes. Very very well.

So no wonder, if this coffee shop is always crowded visitors and they feel at home to linger. On average, visitors always order more than one cup of coffee. Talking spending time together.