Tak Semanis Sugarcane Is Not Sepahit Coffee
Chapter 1
Where should I start this writing? Does it have to be with the introduction of my name Dea? If so then introduce my name Dea Amanda, you can call me Dechan because that's the pen name I always use in every piece of writing. After four years of education in Indonesia Literature program is a year after graduation.
At the age of two heads, I still survive with the status of single. Are singles and singles different? Singles for those of you who have been dating, and singles for people who have never dated. Yeah, I've never dated despite turning two.
No sell-out? No, not no. All this time I survived as a secret admirer, from still setting foot in junior high school to now I am still a loyal admirer of his secret. Sick? No need to ask again. Very sick, or maybe sick all over the world? No, it's too much if the world's sick.
Actually I could be the same college friend or kating-sister level when I was in college first. But it's not done because the guy I like also never dated. All this time he always kept his heart and his eyes for girls who were not mahramnya. Uh, so sweet. And because a soul mate is a reflection of myself then I do not want to date, so it can be the same as it seems. Haha.
Pray I'll be fooled by him! Hehe.
Although never dating does not mean I limit myself to friends with boys. No. gabe. I can say tomboy. My friend is all boys. There are also some girls.
Today as usual I will go to Cafe Coco Bakery. As the name suggests, this cafe also has a cake shop, this cafe was built by my friend Dandi. Dandi is my friend when in High School, not really cute anyway, but will not make a shame if invited. Be careful if you are close to Dandi, you have to lock your heart tightly, because what? His attention can make you-you carried away feelings, the term is now baper.
Dandi also never dated, but every time he wanted to walk, he could change women. I need to remind you, be careful with Dandi!
Cafe Coco Bakery is never silent, the place is deliberately designed with a classic modern feel makes many young couples or teenagers in groups spend hours here. As I do now, the reason I came in addition to free wifi is also a really good place to write.
“Mbak coming huh? Bang Dandi again go.” Said Saras one of the waiters here. Saras is still in High School, he works half the time. I recommend to Dandi because he comes from an underprivileged family, but this Saras has a passion for school.It is a pity that he has to drop out of school because of the cost
“Whose name Dandi went?” ask me while walking towards the empty table near the stairs that connect with the second floor.
“Self, Ma'am. What do you want to eat?”
“Have a habit, Ras. Chocolate equal bread chocolate cheese.”
“Wait ya, Mbak.”
Saras blamed the laptop while staring around. Open the writing file that I need to finish within two months. I deliberately did not work as a language teacher or anything tied to Indonesian literature. My goal in that department is because I love writing and I want to be a writer. A year after I graduated there were already two novels that I published and now I am writing to give birth to my third child. A writer used to mention his book as their son.
I was thinking, what kind of conflict should be made in my novel this time.
Saras brought my order, after which he returned to deliver another order.
I don't really like chocolate, but Dandi with his asshole makes me have to like food or drink sweet. Both of his parents were farmers. They have chocolate, tea, and palm plantations.
Dandi is very run from his majors, he studied art first and after finishing becoming a cafe owner. He should have gone to business school not art.
While enjoying the food and drinks my hands were also busy dancing on the laptop keyboard. Stop thinking and then continue writing.
“Eh, are you here? Why didn't you say?” I looked up at Dandi who was now standing pulling the chair in front of me. Screaming confused at his arrival with a disheveled look and what was this smell? She smoked?
“Have smoked huh? It stinks anyway!” I close my nose. Not only because I don't like the smell of cigarettes, I can't smell cigarettes. The nose hurts when you smell a cigarette.
“Yes, just one stick. Last time went to meet the Rizka with friends, they would smoke so forced to follow too.” Obviously spent the chocolate that stayed half.
“Yes than passive smoking, mending join also?” I just stared at him dislikeingly without any intention of continuing this debate. Dandi is his friends smoke a lot and sometimes this happens often, he has to smoke so as not to just be a smoke inhaler. That's why he never wanted to invite me to go join his friends who like to smoke, certainly their cigarettes are broken with not his elite if I come along.
“I want to go to Padang next week, want to come?”
Even though we were just friends, every time Dandi smoked I wouldn't talk to him. I often act like a boyfriend who is flirting with his girlfriend. I don't care, as a good friend I don't like it when my friend consumes cigarettes, it's not healthy for him or herself and not healthy for the surroundings.
“Anged, De? I need to be with them, finish dealing with me directly home, so hurry up and get here.”
“Not angry, just upset aja.” I said without seeing it. I could hear the sound of the chair squeaking, Dandi left me for his study. Do you think he's angry with me? He was not angry, he went to his room to change clothes.
Like I said, five minutes later he came up to me with a black shirt and a white shirt inside.
“Udah no smell of cigarette smoke again?” tanyakanya. I smile at the smile.
“Dan, it's not about the smell. That's not healthy, Dan.”
“More unhealthy if I become passive smoker,De.”
“Iya-iya is up to deh.”
“So, would you like to come to Padang?” ask Dandi again.
“Oh, how many days?” my many. About ngetrip you can invite me yes. I love to travel. It's not the first time I've been with Dandi going out of town.
“ Hem, a week. You can do it while writing your writing. I want a portrait there. There will be an art exhibition about West Sumatran culture in three months, and I will be one of the painters.” Obviously Dandi. His hand was busy typing something on the device and then sticking it in the ear.
“Mbak, bring two orange juice equal fried rice. Very layer.” Dandi said on the phone, can you guess who he called? Yeah, he's on the phone with the chef at the kitchen cafe.
“Nasi friednya aja, mbak. Oh, but a lot of it. Thanks yes, mbak.”
“Lack of work si, why not go directly to see Mbak Friska?” ask me after he returned to keep the device in his pants pocket.
“Malas, De. So you want to join us?”
“Cute, free?” I asked with a grin that was responded to with an oddity by Dandi.
“Pay fare go and go home. Eat lodging and transportation as long as we go - go I'm responsible.”
“Kok ga all of you are responsible?”
“We are no longer going to the mountain or leaving anytime soon, De. Are you trying to make me bankrupt? I haven't halalin you here, later if I'm broke you don't want to be the same I.”
“Adek always wants to be the same brother.” I said in a tone that was deliberately flirtatious.
