The Rain Is Pouring's

A Taste that is Bothered

I came home from the market this morning. I bought my grandmother vegetables. I got to my grandma's house and I said, "Mell, there's a boy here who's been putting a lot of food in for us."

"It's so good that kid" said the grandmother.

"What is the name Aiman?" my many.🙂

"Yes" answered the grandmother.

"A habit.." I muttered.🙃

"She seems to like you a lot" said the grandmother.

"How does Grandma know that she likes me? Grandma just met him." I said.🙃😌

"Of course grandma could tell from the glare of her sparkling eyes" she replied. I laugh.

"He's so stubborn" I muttered withholding tears.

"Say, I hope you get well soon. Is that your friend at the cafe?" ask grandma.

"No, grandma. He was a friend of mine from High School while in Jogja. He is good to everyone, but we are not too close" I replied.

"My grandchildren, sometimes the near ones are actually far away, but sometimes the far ones are the closest. It's not about distance, but the heart" said the grandmother. I'm pensive.

He has liked me for a long time but I don't like him at all, but he is very nice isn't he? I once strictly forbade him to like me.

I feel unworthy, he's a rich kid. Surely his parents also hope that anyone who is related to him is a girl who grew up under the upbringing of parents with good and free financial. Not like me who doesn't know.

Aimeans..

Every day he comes home from where I work. He smiled from a distance so sweetly, I know that. And I turned my back, I didn't want her to know that I was smiling for her.

I don't know, what the fuck we are. I've wasted people as good as him. Anyone would agree with this.

To be honest, I felt happy when I saw him passing the sidewalk across there and staring at the glass every 17:30 WIB. It has always been like that both since the time he was in college and has worked at the company as it is today. Her mother is the largest shareholder in the company.

Come to think of why he didn't just bring a car. Instead of that, he chose to walk down the sidewalk. He lives in an elite housing estate not far from his office and where I work.

We looked like we were in a Korean drama. Did I just reject Han Ji Pyeong? Who will be Nam Do San? Unfortunately this is very far from a Startup drama. And I'm not Seo Dal Mi who's as pretty and smart as Bae Suzy.

I'm just a person who needs to be realistic about the situation I am in. Open your eyes wide and work hard to raise money. Having no money is like wanting to die.

Aiman is like soft water and constantly erodes the surface of this rock. Yes, that stone is me. I guess now I've become a soft stone thanks to his unyielding persistence even though I've tried to be cold.

On the other hand I felt, that he was actually afraid to get close. He was afraid that his presence would make me feel disturbed. He is very different, unique and the observer.

He was the only foreigner who remembered my birthday. He always put 3 Toblerone sticks in my drawer when we were in High School and we also sat in the same class. Even after I graduated and worked he always gave me chocolate. He always knew where I was.

I don't know what the right words to describe it are. He seemed to care even though it also looked cold. We were strangely not frozen together. I think I'm the one melting. No, he's not cold, he's just assertive and principled.

Let it stay like this until anytime. Even if one day you're married to another woman. Keep looking at this glass with your wife and children because I will always remember your kindness. Even if only that I feel happy.

Hmmm.I don't think it can be like that continue, because someday we will get to the stage of not remembering each other anymore.

ONE OF THE PHASES I HATE IN LIFE.

The question.. Will I continue to be an employee at this place? Of course not, next time I'll be the owner of this caffe. I'm kidding..

But if I'm rich, I'll buy this place! Noted.

Then if I become the owner of this cafe will I continue to look at you like that? Isn't that too boring and too dramatic?

I hate getting to know someone and being a stranger again. Sometimes I regret, knowing a good person but not being able to repay his kindness.

"Let's meet my son, this is my mama's friend's daughter Chika." Your mother arranged your meeting at White Caffe where I work.

I don't know why I'm sad, isn't that what I've always wanted all this time to keep you away from me. I think you guys are a good match. It was lucky to be Chika.

There you look into my eyes and I lower my eyes.

I left so as not to disturb your concentration.

I shouldn't be sad, but why am I constantly running around.

I feel like this is so painful.

It looks like I'm heartbroken, this really is out of my control.

How am I supposed to get rid of this unpleasant feeling?

Really hardened the heart.

Then I took an onion and a knife. My tears keep falling. I tried hard as if nothing had happened.

"Why does it feel like this?" muttered.

"Why you?" ask Niken.

"Aduuuhh.perih very steam bring it to the eyes," I replied.

"Wash your hands first, Mel. Wash your eyes. I'll replace him" said Niken.

"alright. Fucking me!" I wash my eyes while crying.

Behind the swift tap water no one knows if the flowing is tears.

THE PERFECT CAMOUFLAGE.

"His love, your eyes are red like that." said Niken.

"Hhhhhhhgggggggggg..hhhhhhhhhgggggg.." I'm as excited.

"Mails? You cry?" ask Niken.

"Engga, Nik. I hiccup." I replied

"Hiccup sounds are not that," he said.

"Mel, please just deliver this drink to table 14" Niken said.

"Awww.that's Aiman's desk." I muttered.

"Okay," I replied.

"Aiman, take Chika for a walk tonight." her mother asked.

"Excuse me, lemontea 1 and cappucino 2, is that right mom, dad?" my many.

"Yaps, right. Thank you," replied Aiman.

"Thank you" said Chika and her mother Aiman.

"Sorry mah, tonight I have to finish some work. Chika, next time, right?" said Aiman.

Aiman looked at me, I only saw the item for a second and left.

"Chika has taken her time for you" said Aiman's mother who continues to persuade.

"Amel, please fill in the token. The number I've sent to you." said my chief.

I finally came out to the front to fill the token.

1276-

My hands are not up. I looked around and no one was passing by.

Suddenly Aiman saw me from the glass. Then I looked down that my feet were still on my toes. There is no right seat either.

"1276-4418-1002-1021," suddenly Aiman was standing behind me and holding my hole. My hands are pulled upwards.

Tiiit..

"Sorry, Mel. Excuse me first." he said.

"aa.. Aiman.." call me.

Aiman stopped, his nose turned.

"Sama-sama." he said.

"But I haven't said anything" I said.

"I know," he answered and left.

"Is he teasing me?" my thinking.

I don't know why I feel happy.

BRAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!

Suddenly someone hit me almost to the point of falling. It was fortunate that the person caught me before I fell down.

I was surprised to see his face.

"The jerk...???????" muttered.

"Amel???? Are you in Jakarta too?" Raka surprised.

I woke up right away from her arms. I saw Aiman watching both of us, then turned his back.

"Amel!" Raka called.

"I'm sorry, Mel didn't see you standing there. Can you please help me eat?" tanyakanya.

"Amel, can you help me choose a menu?" asked Aiman who asked me directly. I was confused which one to choose. I finally chose to help Aiman first.

"Sorry Raka, I'll help you next time" I replied.

"MMM.." she was about to say something Aiman's therapy asked me to come in immediately.

Raka's face looks terrible when she sees me and Aiman leaving. "What wind brought him here?" muttered.

It is a pity that God did not grant my request, but I did not want to see it again.

In Buddhism, whoever we meet in life today, there is no coincidence.

That said, there are causes that are closely related to our karma in the past (previous life).

Karma will continue to link in life after that until we can pay it in full.

That's how karma works in life after that. It's based on a Thai drama I've seen before.

The question is, do I owe this asshole a debt in my previous life? Is this what is called samsara or suffering? Why is there no end? When will an Amel reach nirvana? I feel like this is a curse.

"Yourself...!!!!!! RRRRRRRRGGGHHH..!!!"

Let's break this karmic chain. I'll pay my respects in this life so that we don't meet again in our next life.

But this understanding becomes irrelevant when we who are not Buddhists or Hinduism participate in believing things like this, because in Islam there is no such thing as reincarnation.

I thought after graduating from High School I could stay calm forever because I would never see him again. Unfortunately, it became a mortal dream after yesterday.

🌺🍃

"What is this?" ask Aiman.

Then I explained it.

"All right, I'll order it. Chika and mama what's the message?" ask Aiman.

"Mushroom soup and fries," Chika replied in a calm manner.

"Mama will order Nila fried fish" replied his mother.

"Well then, we will immediately process your order. Excuse me," I said.

"Amel" Raka called me.

"Amel!" Aiman also called me. Well how is this.

"I'm sorry, just a minute sir." I said to Aiman.

"Pizza, fries 2, lemontea 2, and mushroom soup 2. Can you accompany me to spend it tonight?" said Raka.

"I? Why should I?" many surprised.

"You're my friend, we haven't seen each other in a long time" replied Raka.

"Raka, you seem to have forgotten that we'VE NEVER BEEN FRIENDS."

I confirmed it again.

"You came after me, and you just left. And we're the same poles and we're repelling each other, right?" I'm saying.

He was scratching his head.

"And not without meeting but you are hosting!! We often meet in the same hallway but always silent because it is already foreign." murmured me.

"mmm.. Raka, I'm sorry but I'm busy having to serve other customers" I replied.

"Relax, I told your chief.Okay?" he said with an innocent face.

"Really?" I really can't believe he's this crazy. I looked into the face of my chief who nodded full of composure like Tong San Chong.

"Damn!" my whiskey.

"Mba Amel.." call Aiman.

"I'll be there first" I said to Raka. Raka's arresting.

"Well, I'll be right back" I said.

Finally he let go of my arm.

"Mba, can you order this again for us? And please pack this one home for me 2 yes." said Aiman.

"Lord, did you really order this much?" mother's surprised.

"Lord, I am full. I can't eat anymore" Chika said.

"I'll spend it. I need a lot of energy for overtime tonight" he said.

"So you want to kick out Mama and Chika?" ask mother.

"Chika, mama .. pliss.this time I have to catch the deadline," Aiman pleaded.

"All right," said his mother.

"Okay sir, I'll process your order immediately" I said.

I went back to Raka's desk.

"After all this time we have only met now" the tone of the crocodile who has forgotten his sins.

"Ehee. You're cool to be a doctor." I said as I looked at Aiman's empty desk.

"I have to thank my parents who worked hard to raise money for my doctor's very expensive education" he said.

"You're lucky" I said.

"It can be said that way. I'm very grateful because not everyone can get a gift like me," he always skyrocketed to forget to tread the ground.

He never noticed how the person who was his interlocutor felt. Raka never changed. He always lifted himself up in front of others.

I hate the character of someone like this.

"Ka-" my words were cut off as Raka spoke without a point.

"I am also grateful to be able to travel abroad. To Thailand, Korea and Singapore" he said.

"Daebakkk!!!" myrag.

"Well, you also speak Korean" he said.

"Iyy--" I haven't finished talking she keeps nerocos.

"But it's common in this day and age. It is no wonder that many children can speak Korean because of KPOP." he said.

Nor does he know how to appreciate the efforts of others.

"Ap-" was again cut because he gave me no gap.

" Do you know cadaver? You know how much it costs?" tanyakanya. (I've lost my patience here).

"Corpse, corpse to practice medicine." I replied.

"True, it's really expensive it could be 10 to 20 million. Crazy." he said.

"Bbbb-" my words were cut off again.

The vow.. I don't have the slightest space to argue. I finally got ice water in front of me.

Glekk.glekk.ukk...

"Oiya, are you going to college?" tanyakanya.

BUUURRRRFFFFFF!!!

OMG I got choked and the ice water spewed from my mouth into his face. And his rich face was so shocked.

"Raka, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.." He rubbed his face with a handkerchief.

Aiman who passed by out of nowhere and my friends who saw it could not help but laugh. Some who run to the kitchen with his laugh that is very kriukkkkk to astonishment.

"Father, Mel" she replied, still trying to smile at me.

"I went to college online" I replied.

"Why not just choose a conventional campus?" tanyakanya.

"MAHALLLLLLLLLL, while I have to work hard to finance my life. I'm not as lucky as you are" I said.

"Ohh," said he.

"I'll spend it" I said.

"Yaps, spend it" he said.

"I'm so full, can I go now?" my many. He looked at me sharply.

"Ohh, you surprised me." I was surprised he looked at me.

"I'm glad to see you eating so well" Raka said.

He didn't know that I was doing this to quickly walk away from him.

"You're not angry, are you?" ask me one more time.

"angry? What of?" tanyakanya.

"On that incident I didn't deliberately throw it in your face" I said.

"Aah.just relax. You are rich mbah shaman ya like to spray." he replied.

"Hhhhhghhh.." My friend Didit who was cleaning the table next to us laughed.

"Thank you." I said.

"Eh, I swear, you're still as cute as you used to be huh. hahahha." Crisp laughs.

"Heee.." I'm just grinning.

"Raka, I'm going first. Thank you so much for the treat" I said.

"Yes, thank you for eating, too" he replied.

🥘

"Amel, you are waiting for Mr. Aiman" said Niken

"Look at how great you are at making 2 men at once to buy food for you. I'm so jealous of you" said Niken.

"Then let's switch positions so you know what it's like to be me." I said.

"Niken and the other friends were amazed.

"You can't hold 2 at once. You have to choose one" said my Chief Mr. Arif.

"Come, sir, this is out of my control." I replied. Mr. Arif is still watching me.

I seem to be the center of people's attention tonight.

I came to him, Aiman.

"Sit down, you keep me waiting" he said.

"What the fuck," I muttered at the table full of dishes.

I sat down and looked into his eyes.

"Help me to spend it" said Aiman.

"I'm sorry, but I'm full" I said.

"Mba please pack up all this yes," Aiman asked waitress.

"Okay, sir." replied waitress.

"So, you want to go home?" my many.

He's nodding. I think I disappointed him today.

"I'm sorry, next time I'll treat you." I said.

He smiled and left. "I'm sorry." I said in my heart.

Then our cafe closed. L'm out.

"Amel.." a luxurious car slowly walked over to me.

"Dreams? Didn't you come home half an hour ago?" many surprised.

"I will take you home" said Aiman. Apparently he had already begun to dare to appear.

"But" I said.

"Actually I was disappointed with you earlier" he said.

I finally got into his car.

Get to the red light..

"It looks like this food is mostly for you, can I take 1 for that little boy?" I said.

"God, of course Mel" he answered.

"Thank you" I said.

"Together" said Aiman.

"Thank you, brother," said the little boy with a carefree face.

Aiman drove me home.

"Mel, please bring all this for grandma. Greetings to grandma." said Aiman.

I apologized to him for being troublesome.

"No, Mel. You don't bother me at all." she replied.

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