THE MUSE S3
BB5
...Emblem of gratitude, love, charm, and honor...
A small drizzle accompanied Isac's trip this morning. The wheels of his bicycle kept turning across the small paving road. Occasionally splashing mud due to puddles that collide with the speed of the wheels.
Isac looks relaxed, pedaling a bicycle while whistling through a wooden bridge and also the sidewalk of the road. The blue jengki bike occasionally squeaked as it passed through the road hole. The rattan basket on the front and the extra seat on the back were shaken, pounding the sound of a slow squeak.
Isac reached the main road of the village, there are several two-story shops lined up neatly. The walls of the shops were colorful, selling all the necessities of the village. Ranging from raw foodstuffs —garden and livestock—, coffee shops, to clothing and stationery stores. Simple life in the village is seen starting to light up, open sign boards have been turned, transaction signs can begin.
Although the streets were quiet because of the rain, but some people were seen starting to pass by. They buy groceries or stop by the coffee shops for breakfast.
The fragrant aroma of toast, wheat porridge, and coffee smelled all the way. Cold air and a small drizzle made Isac's stomach sound again, but this morning he did not miss the sandwich and a glass of fresh milk, the breakfast menu.
The handsome man finally decided to stop buying a — bagel that just came out of oven— first. Isac got off his bike, and after taking off his hat, Isac went into the bakery of Joel's old man. He ordered a doughnut-like solid bread and a cup of black coffee.
“Auntie, give me a begel and a cup of coffee.” Isac can't wait to taste the bread. The smell of butter has made his saliva drip —of course this is just a figure of speech.
“Extra milk for coffee?” haggard Aunt Joel, his hand carried a cup of enamel and a teapot of warm milk.
“No, I think without milk is better.”
“Precise selection, Son. Black coffee is better to start the day.” Uncle Joel giggled from inside the room, the old man was busy processing the pastry dough.
Uncle and Aunt Joel's bakery are just a few cavings away from Lily's flower shop. Only the elderly couple who inhabit his shop, they used to serve their own buyers, without employees. Older people have always worked harder than young people today.
The entire room is painted in pastel colors, some wooden curtain table furniture neatly arranged. Complete with pink plaid tablecloth and one small pot of ornamental plants as a table beautifier.
Isac chose to sit by the window, enjoying his second breakfast while staring at the drizzling rain. Gently sip hot coffee from a beige enamel cup, then bite down on the beige bread. A delicious bitter and sweet combination.
What more reason should I make to see him?seagrass Isac, in addition to delivering flowers to customers, Isac had absolutely no gap or reason to linger near Lily. After a long time, the girl started talking to him.
Isac stared at the window, the little ones were seen playing cheerfully under the rumble. The cold did not dampen their intention to wet. Sometimes they jump into a hole in the middle of the road. Trying to splash dirty water on each other.
“Wrap me two more begels, Bi. It feels so good, I want to share it with a friend.” Isac smiled, he pointed at the warm bread lined up neatly behind the glass display case.
“You need powdered sugar or maple syrup?” aunty Joel asked, the woman who sold various kinds of pastry had put two bread into the wrapping paper.
“A-what does Lily like?” Isac ventured to ask Lily's favorite of this neighbor. Isac's face looks blushing.
“Lily? Flower girl?” Aunt Joel gasped. No man ever dared to approach Lily, although beautiful, Lily was a little crazy, and it made many men undo their intention to know Lily.
“Iya.” Nod Isac.
“Madu, Lily likes honey. But I don't have any honey at the moment, son.” Aunt Joel's smile was friendly.
“It's even better. Just give it plain without topping, Bi.” Isac reached into the bag of pants, he took out a piece of money. The biggest fragment at the moment.
“Is there no small money, son?” ask Aunt Joel. The bakery has just opened, Isac is the first customer, of course there is no small money for change.
“Take the change, Bi!”
“But this is too much!” sergeant Aunt Joel. The bread was only worth a quarter of the value of the money.
“What's wrong, just think of the tips for having shared the secret.” Isac smiled, he put his shopping bag on the wicker basket in front of the bike. With a warm smile the man waved to Aunt Joel and pedaled the bike.
“The guy's weird, but he's very handsome. Ah, if only I were thirty years younger.” Aunt Joel giggled, but from behind her husband suddenly cleared his throat. Surprised by his wife's flirtatious behavior —padahat already elderly. Well, but admiring God's creation is not necessary to look at age, is it?
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