You Steal Mine, Yours I Steal (BL)

Javajaya Cafe

The sun was already friendlier that afternoon but Indra could not breathe a sigh of relief. For two days he went around the complex to find work and never found a suitable one. A fairly large cafe at the end of the street caught his attention. Indra thought trying once again had nothing to lose.

Cafe Javajaya entered Indra was quiet at that time. There was only one buyer sitting in the corner and another person behind the cashier table. By taking a deep breath, Indra gathered her confidence and approached the flap-haired man behind the counter.

"Good afternoon, sir. Sorry to take a minute. I want to apply for a job," Indra started while giving a smile of his business that has been trained in front of the glass.

"I Indra, this is my work history list," this time Indra's turn to provide a map with self-data, hoping to worry about the expressionless man wanting to see the contents of the map.

"I quit my last job because I was sick, now I'm cured and I can work again."

This time the man picked up the map that Indra had offered. Read it for a while and then return the map to its original owner.

"Mas'nya back tomorrow for an interview, yes. Can it be 8 in the morning?"

Like iced tea after fasting all day, Indra immediately agreed. Do not forget to ask for the name and number of the person before thanking and saying goodbye happily.

During the journey home, Indra repeatedly thanked because God had launched his business. Although it was not easy, he finally got an interview appointment. Based on his experience so far, getting an interview appointment is very likely to be accepted.

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The next morning, Indra up to a quarter of an hour early at the Javajaya Cafe. Inside the cafe, the lights are still dark and there is no sign of humans other than himself so Indra sat on the motorbike so that his clothes do not get tangled.

It wasn't until five minutes, the flap-haired man who yesterday came and immediately opened the door lock.

"Come in first," the livid-haired man went in without waiting for Indra, opened the curtains, turned on the lights, tapped on the counter.

Indra who was originally standing near the entrance finally sat down after being ignored for a quarter of an hour. Want how else, he wanted to give a good impression so Indra tried not to interrupt what the man did during preparing the cafe before it opened. There was a buzzing sound of some electronic devices starting to work.

Indra pays attention to the interior of the room, the materials used, the layout of the arrangement, what is visible from where he sits, to spend time. Not doing anything made Indra feel a little uneasy. Fortunately, not long later a familiar song was heard in the ear followed by a fat-haired man appearing to bring something.

"There's only instant coffee, please," the man thrusts a mug towards Indra.

"Thank you" said Indra who took the mug but did not directly drink the contents. The map contained the employment history he had brought yesterday, still neatly covered on the table.

"Indra, yesterday I read in the history, you've never worked in a cafe?"

"Yes, I've never worked in a cafe, but once in a shop or a depot, sir."

"This cafe is usually open from 9 am to 10 pm. Preparation should come an hour before opening and all should be clean when closing. Work here is divided into two shifts, about 8 hours a day. Another employee's a girl, so she can shift daylight. Can you go home the night?"

"Yes, Sir. I can," Indra is grateful because the cafe closing hours are not until the early hours of the morning so it is still relatively safe on the trip.

Next they talk about other things related to work and employment agreements.

"Alright, you're welcome. Can I start work tomorrow? Come at half-time three in the afternoon, so there's time for tool practice."

"Good, Sir. Thanks though. See you tomorrow, sir."

After leaving the cafe, Indra once again gave thanks and praise to God. Without wasting time, he immediately did his second plan, looking for a boarding house near the cafe. The house that Indra and his mother occupied was too far away from here and there had started to be people interested in contracting the place. Indra did not want to be dissolved in grief and with this she hoped to calm her ever-fidgeting heart.

In his heart he once again apologized to his late mother for breaking a promise.

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When Indra woke up that morning, for the first time after all this time, her heart felt light. Yesterday he immediately found a place to his liking, near the Batara housing complex, there is enough place to dry clothes and can park the front motorbike room.

That morning he also began packing goods, between those to be taken to the boarding house, left at home and those sold. Not wanting to be too tired on the first day, after noon worship, Indra took a short nap before leaving for the cafe.

"Siang, Mr. Hendi," said Indra when near the counter table.

The smack-haired cafe owner, Mr. Hendi, looks overwhelmed. "Yes, wash your hands and help here first."

Compared to the first time Indra came Javajaya Cafe was much more crowded. Almost all the tables are filled, which are empty because they have not been cleaned after the buyer left, while the ones queuing in front of the cashier are still five people.

"Two Iced Americano plus syrup take home and four creamy cheese waffles, a total of eighty-five thousand."

"Coffe cream bun'nya still there?"

"Are you here to eat or take home?"

"Yet, in the office want to hold a new event, so there is no time to make me time 😭"

Because it was only the first day and could not use the machine, Indra took more goods and cleaned the table. The buyer's time is somewhat receding, he took the initiative to memorize the location of the goods and the name of each.

"Here in addition to coffee also sell cakes that are beautiful. Mr. Hendi himself mbikin cake," Anya, a workwoman who works the day shift explained.

By nightfall, Indra was able to operate the cash register. Most of the mini cake in the storefront is up, as well as Indra's energy. Fortunately there is a special room employees where he can eat quietly without feeling hesitant with the buyer.

"The clock nine is usually a bit reduced buyers, so it can be cleaned," Mr. Hendi thrust a tool to clean the table and glass.

"Yes, sir."

Indra immediately cleaned the glass cafe from the inside including the storefront before starting to clean the table. Sometimes his eyes looked out into the streets that were not as crowded as earlier this afternoon.

It was in his mind to circle around the Batara complex once again. Yesterday because it was still noon Indra did not want to be mistaken for bad intentions. Maybe it's been this night...

”One iced cappucino extra syrup and whip cream."

Indra turned to the buyer who was ordering the drinks. In his heart he was a little surprised because the type of drink was usually more often ordered during the day or afternoon when the weather was hot.

"Brought home, huh?" Mr. Hendi made sure.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Thirty thousand in total."

Indra continued to tidy up the last seat. The sooner the job is done, the sooner he can get home.

"Already, Mr. Hendi," Indra reported.

The view of Mr. Hendi sweeping the condition of the cafe that has been kinclong. The senses even water the plants indoors and outdoors without being asked. Stay a little tidying up and the cafe is ready to be left if it closes later.

"Hmm, you can go home now."

"Well, sir," Indra's eyes that had been heavy because of drowsiness were immediately bright and light. Worried that the boss changed his mind later, Indra went straight to the employee room to change clothes.

Finished making sure none of his belongings were left behind, Indra came out again to say goodbye.

"Sir, I'll go home first."

"Take this," Mr. Hendi thrust the box that is usually used to wrap the mini cake that is taken home. "If the holiday season is usually more rame cafe."

"Thank you, sir."

While leaving the cafe, it only occurred to Indra that it was now nearing the end of the year. The school starts off after the semester exam while large companies usually hold outdoor events to strengthen the brotherhood.

Because tomorrow the cafe seems crowded again, Indra rushes to turn on his motorcycle. The goal is clear, one of the houses in the Batara complex. When Indra was near, he saw someone entering the courtyard before locking the fence. In order not to ignite suspicion, Indra turned off the engine and stood in a dark place.

The heart in the chest began to beat strongly. The blood flow that was racing in his pulse as if an emotional trigger was heating up his entire body. The palms of the hands are restrained wet with sweat, in the notya slowly along with long breaths to reduce fatigue that culminates in the mind of Indra.

Before he did anything stupid, Indra restarted the motorcycle engine and moved from there.

Maybe his mother could have guessed what Indra would feel, so he forbade him to approach the address of the house. His mother wanted to protect Indra from hatred, pain and misery. But considering the hole in her heart as if it never existed as she had all this time could only be because the mother was nearby. Smiling beside.

When the figure was gone and now the dirt, the hole in Indra's heart seemed to grow bigger. Laughing at him because it turns out that what he thinks he has done is sheer loyalty.

That night Indra was forced to swallow the medicine prescribed by the doctor.

"Lord, it is You who can calm me down with the help of this medicine. Without your consent, this medicine will not be useful. Please help your persecuted servant, Lord. You are the Most Regulatory and the Most Gracious. Aamiii."

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