You Steal Mine, Yours I Steal (BL)

Iced Cappuccino's

"Last end of this often rame huh, Mas?" Comments of one of the buyers who is processing his order. A mbak-mbak dress modestly but still look beautiful, maybe because beautiful people wear anything still looks good.

"Almost with the semester of schoolchildren are the same lecture," replied Indra imitating the words of Mr. Hendi.

"Pantesan, the fruit pie is often empty," his slightly red lips were soaked spoiled.

"Yes, sorry. We dare not message to others, worry about the different qualities. Anything else, Mommy?"

"This was it, Mas. How much total?"

"Everything's sixty thousand, Ma'am."

"Wear Qris can, huh?"

"Yes, please."

While waiting for the payment from the Mbak, Indra glanced towards the table concocting drinks. Mr. Hendi is focusing on grinding coffee beans for supplies until later tonight.

"Here you go, ma'am, thank you."

"Yes, thank you, Mom."

After the beautiful Mbak earlier, now it's the turn of young men like Indra. Different from a young man his age, he wore a long-sleeved shirt and neat cloth pants. Even his black hair was neatly combed back. Maybe you work in an office or are on an internship.

"Iced cappucino put on extra whip cream one, creamy cheese waffle, same one chocolate pudding."

"Bring home or eat here?"

The young man looked at the crowded cafe sitting area and was full of visitors even though it was still afternoon.

"Take it home" he answered.

"A little while, I'll prepare."

While waiting for his order to be processed, the young man approached Pak Hendi who was making a cappucino.

"Sir, what's the nice laundry next, huh?"

"I usually go to Tokcer at the end of the road to the south. The wash is clean, the iron is also neat just yes the price is above average."

"Yes, I'll try it later, sir. Confused this sudden ART at home stopped. Oiya, if the cake pesen is to be taken in the morning at 8, what can you do, Mr Hen?"

"What message do you want, Mom?"

"About twenty boxes, one box of two contents equals one mineral water."

"Make when? If I can, I will try." Answer Mr. Hendi while sealing the finished drink.

"Not fixed the schedule yet, sir. I'll tell you later," the young man turned back to Indra. "How much is everything?"

"Everything is forty thousand."

The young man took out a sheet of fifty thousand. "Take the change."

"Eh. The return is still ten thousand," Indra was confused.

"Make Masnya alone," the young man immediately ngeloyor a little hasty.

Still holding ten thousand, Indra turned to Pak Hendi for a hint.

"Watch more windfall" Mr. Hendi nodded calmly.

Returning the money to the cashier table, Indra immediately served the next buyer.

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"Sir, how can I help you?" Ask Indra as she approaches the time to return home. After a week of work, he could figure out what he needed to do with his own initiative.

"Where was the ten thousand tip?"

"I put it on the cashier's desk, sir."

Mr. Hendi who was making sales records and counting money, took a piece of ten thousand and gave it to Indra. "Make you."

"Hehehe, thank you, sir."

"Yes, be careful."

Indra is very happy, usually people do not take change if it is less than a thousand or two thousand. This time he got that many tips. As a young man, Indra wanted to save as much as possible in order to support his family later when he was married. Thank you if you can open your own business near home.

For now, he still had not thought about what effort. Efforts that can be run by him who did not graduate High School. Which can be run with small capital, perseverance and crafts. Maybe selling snacks like his mother used to, snacks that can be sold at expensive prices.

Indra who had come out of the parking lot looked again at the cafe where he worked. Food and drinks sold there are expensive for Indra but there is something that makes people willing to spend more money to buy there than anywhere else. Maybe he'll talk further to his young boss if he meets again tomorrow.

Arriving at the boarding house, Indra went straight to the bathroom to wash dirty clothes before cleaning his body. Since the sunbathing spot was limited, it was more efficient for him to wash a little every day rather than delay it. The clothes that were dried during the day were also dry.

Indra's stomach was quite rumbling despite having dinner at the cafe. His eyes glanced at the wallet containing money for his daily needs. When it was opened, other than the ten thousand sheet he had obtained earlier, there were several tens of thousands sheets that in total were not up to a hundred.

There are still three more weeks before his first salary, and if you want more efficient, cook yourself every day. From the house Indra brought an electric rice cooker, several small pots and stoves. If he was careful for food a week not to a hundred thousand. Especially for food, Indra even bought plastic cabinets to minimize the attack of insects and other animals.

"Lord, please help your servant. Please give me strength and patience, Lord. O Tuhaannn. Please forgive your people. Give destruction to him, Lord, that he may feel pain far more painful than Mother and I..."

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That morning Indra woke up with a bad feeling. He thought that his grief last night was still lingering until now. After the dawn service, Indra in her flip-flops, exited the boarding room and began walking down the narrow streets before penetrating the wider streets.

The sun has not yet appeared but the streets are crowded and people go to work or to the market. The air that should be clean is cool, smudged by vehicle fumes and leaves a trail of white combustion.

Indra did only attend school until the second year in High School, but in his short education time, he had read many things. Because of its small environment, there were many things that spurred its curiosity.

Indra believes that one day his knowledge and knowledge will benefit. Like when he studied the various properties of medicinal plants and other nutritious plants just to save so as not to buy medicine.

The twenty-two-year-old man decided to return after his heart improved. On the way home, Indra bought some cooking ingredients for today.

. . .

Since working at the Javajaya Cafe, only that day buyers were a little reduced. Indra which has been considered to be able to use a coffee maker has been fully supplied to make a drink order. The small notes he stuck out to distinguish between drinks, helped him quickly memorize.

Anya, a day shift female employee, explained some additional things before her schedule ended.

"If the change at the table stay a little, ask for the right money, yes. If it's really an emergency, just put it in this drawer."

Anya shows a locked drawer and is not visible from the outside.

"Don't leave the cafe alone. If you want poop, just lock it from the inside rather than there are goods. Got the number, Mr Hendi, right? If anyone doesn't understand, call."

"Lho, Mr Hendi is not on guard?" Indra felt faced with unexpected circumstances.

"Says there's business outside so just got home in the afternoon. You weren't told?"

Indra looked at her phone, there was an unread message. The content of the message was more or less as Anya explained.

"Relax, if afternoon gini is not too rame koq. I'll go home first, yeah.."

"Yes, later if there's anything, I'll call you or Mr. Hendi, Anya."

Indra convinced himself to think positively. He had memorized all the menus and how to make drinks. To clean the table he will do when the buyer's order is complete. Carefully Indra check the completeness of tools and selling materials so as not to be drunk later.

As Anya said, the condition of the cafe that afternoon was not as crowded as a few days before. Between one buyer and another there is a gap of about ten minutes so there is enough time for him to complete each order without any queue. Indra even had a conversation with some buyers who had subscribed.

"Where is his usual uncle, Mas?"

"Sir Hendi is having some business outside."

"Reparated?"

"I don't know" Indra replied with a business smile.

In addition to customers there are also people who offer their credit or merchandise. Indra refused subtly, saying that the boss was not in place. Indra had no problems with customers, which made him confused because Pak Hendi did not reply to his message when asked when he returned to the cafe when it was getting dark

"Iced extra cappucino syrup and whip cream one. Iced macchiato extra syrup, double whip cream and float one," said one buyer who Indra began memorizing his face. The one who asked about the laundry place because of his ART stopped.

"Sir Hendi'nya tumben not visible?"

"There is still some business for a while," Indra replied with a somewhat forced smile. When making a drink, his fingers felt cold and stiff. Even so, he focused his energy and mind on completing the order.

"Mas, there are friends or acquaintances who want to be ART? Help clean the house... The last ART stopped suddenly because her parents were sick."

Indra's mind seemed short-lived then so she immediately pulled the young man's arm in front of her.

"Mas, actually I want to ask for help. Please help keep the cafe, yeah. I wanted to go back but I couldn't. Just for a moment, yeah. If anyone buys it, tell me I'm back for a second."

Indra immediately frowned without waiting for the reply of the dumbass man earlier. In his heart he was afraid that the man took the opportunity and did not intend well, but all this time there seemed to be no problem and Mr. Hendi was quite familiar with him. And the most important thing is that Indra can release his desires with relief.

When his mind had returned, there was a hint of embarrassment coloring Indra's face.

"Sorry, yes, Mas, I lived so, just now," Indra who turned back after washing her hands, heard a grin behind the cashier's desk.

"Yes, no problem. I haven't paid yet either" he replied with a relaxed smile.

"Oh, yes," said Indra immediately completed the transaction. "The total is seventy-two thousand."

The young man took out a hundred thousand and Indra gave the appropriate change. The young man also offered something.

"This is my business card, if any acquaintances can call me there."

"Yes, well, thank you, ma'am."

Indra received a small card bearing her name and phone number. He had no idea what he would do with the business card.

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