Hearing the Whisper of Nature (Part 1)

The wall made of wood hollow-hole was exposed to the sun to form a pattern of flowers on the floor. The tables are made of teak trees. The aroma of coffee and the freshness of the air from the plants that had come to me when I entered. There is no cigarette smoke at all, the room is always clean until there is sorting of organic and inorganic waste. The environment commonly said by people 'green' and shady it is true in fact. All the atmosphere that I often meet at this Cafe should be ordinary. However, for the umpteenth time the atmosphere I felt was tarnished with the slightest tension I was experiencing.

I shake first the plastic cups in front of me as if stirring the contents. With one breath, I throw a sentence that has become the routine to my interlocutor.

"I want us to break up."

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The face of the girl in front of me was starting tears in the eyes. Ask why we can break up and other defenses to keep our relationship going. But I just shook my head at her words. I explained to him that I had no desire to continue this relationship. We argue for almost thirty minutes, thankfully this cafe is quiet no visitors other than us.

At the end of our debate, my interlocutor stood taking his bag and leaving me. Whereas in my mind, I've guessed and get ready to accept the closure of this 'ceremony'. But thankfully, this time it does not seem to happen.

One or two steps the girl left me. The girl suddenly turned her back, she looked at my face, and came up to me again.

"You deserve this, Jivan!"

Seeing her face and square, I swallowed.

'Plaque.'

It turned out that the closing ceremony took place too-a slap of a successful girl landed on my cheek. The girl then went out of this Cafe. The atmosphere was instantaneously silent, I rubbed my tattooed cheek made primitive by the girl. But I know, this silence will not last long.

"Kahmp ..." Someone was obviously stunned to hold back his laugh.
"Yeah yeah, do not get arrested, old man."
"Kahahaha, my goodness. You did it again, Jivan. "

The laughing laughter belonging to the man who was supposed to have been andropause seemed to hit my eardrums. This fella really enjoyed the show he saw.

"That's how many girls did you get?"
"I do not know, I do not count." I sipped the remaining drink in front of me until it runs out. "Sir, order one frappuccino coffee."

The dad mixes the drink I ordered just now. Mr. Pata is his name, Mr. who owns this Cafe by himself. Almost every afternoon I come to this Cafe, probably because I'm lazy to find another Cafe in town. I'm a loyal customer. Although I hate this fact, our relationship can be said to be quite close.

"You should be able to do better with a girl, Jivan. Unfortunately, at your current age, 24 years old, and the work you have in mind, I think you're ready to get married, do not you? "As he mixed drinks, Mr. Pata issued his lecture.
"Well, even though you said so, what else would you do?" I respond mildly while fumbling ice cubes in a plastic cup.

What this old Dad said is true, I've been living in this town for almost two years doing my job in a company. I feel myself already established to get married mentally and financially. Only, I still have not found a partner that makes me really fall in love.

"Have not found a couple who really make me fall in love, sir," mocked Pak Pata trying to imitate my style of bust as if already bored with my reasoning. "Hey, boy. Let me tell you, there is no perfect girl in this world. Believe me, I live longer than you, and we are not in heaven. "
"Yes but, how do I want to get married if I do not love my partner, sir?" I replied.

I throw my plastic cup into the bin next to me. At that moment my message was made, Mr. Pata drove him to me.

"One coffe frappuccino, please enjoy."

After that, Mr. Pata tapped my shoulder with a tray.

"Already brought a drink from the outside, one of them throw away. Plastic glass is not organic waste. I'm sure you already know that. "
"I-yes." I rushed to justify my rubbish.

Pak Pata while looking at me sorting, sitting at my desk.

"At least cultivate caring about you. How can you love if you do not care, Jivan? "

Is that true? But it's my situation that requires me to ignore a little bit around, old man.