The Long Way to Be a CEO

Decafe

Indira walked slowly away from the figure of Andre, I followed behind him who held a paper bag containing groceries, in this awkward condition I could only follow the direction of his steps that were somehow going nowhere.

Several times Indira heard sobs that he tried to hold by smothering his own mouth while walking straight towards the exit of the mall.

I don't know what I feel right now, I don't want to see him tormented like this, if I wasn't just a friend, I wouldn't be, I was about to hug and I clenched his purplish body and put his face in my chest. "my god, what am I feeling" My mind wondered.

"we go to decafe yuk dir" invited me, but indira like not hearing and continued to walk towards the exit, several times he hit the shoulder of others who walked in the opposite direction.

"dira.. Indira..!" I called out half a scream and managed to break his daydream.

"sorry sha, I want to go straight home" he said very weakly. irritated also made, I pulled the arm indira, and walked through the door automatically leads out of the mall, "don't have much to ask, come with me" a little pushy by holding tightly to his wrist, it seems he refused only his mind and his body is very weak finally forced to obey my selfish will.

Not far from the mall, just walking 7 minutes, we also arrived at a simple cafe which is usually where we meet and talk spend the night.

I have been visiting this place a lot since college, usually I used to come here to order coffee for 20,000 and enjoy free wifi while doing course work and after getting to know indira I came here more often until we both became familiar with mas Hendy barista and cafe owner.

The barista, who was busy with coffee equipment, stopped the activity when we both entered the cafe

"eh you two, tumben is still late afternoon together" he said, followed by a typical laughter of this jolly man. I greeted and talked for a while then took Indira to the smoking area which was located in the room corner into and became a separate room for smokers.

in the room there was no one else, only the two of us, the indira who was still staring with her eyes fading still silent there was not the slightest conversation between us.

"i know that Andre is a jerk, likes to play women, but you don't have to continue like this" I said trying to provoke a chat.

"However you must forgive him, and forgive yourself, you must step forward" I continued the rants to get the senses out of the slump but there was still no answer from him.

His face was still bowed in lethargy, still battered by the story of his past romance with andre who had betrayed him.

After 2 years of trying to forget the past, Indira had to remember everything because of this afternoon meeting with the ex who had ruined her life. I grabbed my hand and clasped it tightly and tried to look me in the eyes, holding back the sadness "you know, the risk of forgetting it's amnesia" I said firmly.

He also nodded at the words I said.

"Then what should I do?" he said in the flow of tears that wet his white cheeks.

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