It's Still Cloudy
I am in a coffee shop, I
just order a coffee on cashier and pay it directly, and then I looking for a
seat, seeing around, just a group of young boys with a high school uniform, sat
on wooden chair around the table, and near entrance, there’s a girl with pink
hijab sat alone, look like waiting for someone, she watched on her smartphone
and then watching outside, drink her americano ice using the straw. I walked to
her, but actually not for sit with her, I just want go outside. It is a cloudy
day, but I think it wouldn’t be rain, its better when I sit in front of coffee
shop, watching on the street, let the wind blow my face and mind, bellow a big
umbrella—I don’t know the name, I just call it big umbrella.
There is no one outside.
So, I think it’s good for
me, I look to ceiling in top of my head, I mean umbrella, I sit down on wooden
teak chair, look like made from root of teak by local craftsman. I put my bag
on the table—made from teak wood too. I draw out my laptop, then turn on. I
think it’s a normal, a young man sat down alone in front of coffee shop in
cloudy day, but, many coffee shop visitor watching on me like said, “the odd
boy, what are you doing there?”
After couple of minutes my
coffee is coming, the girl—I call it girl and not waiter or barista—put it down
on my table, smiling, and I said thanks to her, she is smiling again. I know
she is, I know her name, she is Nawaa—I know this is strange name, I know her
name from her friend who called her, I never talk with her, that we are talking
just like say a word or two and smile, I like when a smile curved on his face,
a sweetie smile on beautiful face, with splendid black eyes, I like when she
walk away from me, cause I can watching on her back freely—but I hate it too.
Sometime I imagine have a
chat with her, spent my time just with her, but I think she is very busy, many
visitor come to this coffee shop every single day, but I think not about this
day, I think it’s a good time to talk with her, but, I have no idea what I want
talking about with her, yeah, I mean, I just want to talk with her, but I don’t
know what for, may I just want to have acquaintance with her… but not now, I
don’t want to disturb her.
As usual, I connect my
laptop to Wi-Fi, I go to Google, and then type a tittle of a movie, yeah you
are right, I want to download a movie, piracy movie, I think it’s normal in here—the
place where is no cinema. While waiting for download, I just draw out a book
from my bag, a Murakami’s work, 1Q84, I bought this paperback with discount
price from online book store, Periplus. I always bought books from online
store, because here is no national book shop like Gramedia, just a little book
shop who always late on update the stock of newest book.
I open on a marked page, put
the bookmark on table, then I glance on a high school boy who glance on me too,
he walk alone, I think he is a friend of school boys where I just saw inside
the coffee shop. I have no idea, they always watching on a boy like me just
like that. Here, you can’t read novel as usual—freely like in your own town, they
always look on you like said. “you are not cool.” Yes I am, but I think I have
different thought about cool.
I continue, I read a chapter when Tengo with Fuka-Eri talking
about Fuka-Eri’s work, I just imagine about Fuka-Eri, a beautiful girl who
can’t read or write properly cause dyslexia, sometime I imagine I have dyslexia
too, you know, lot of figure of the world have dyslexia too, for instance,
Agatha Christhe, Albert Einstein, Percy Jackson, and so on. After several
minutes I feel I have to drink my coffee, I drink my coffee directly from the
cup, it’s hot on my lips, but I like it, I like the smell, I like taste of
black coffee, bitter, sweet, just like
love.
I continue to read novel,
but I hear a sound from my laptop, the battery is empty, I have to charge it, I
check on my bag, make sure I brought a charger, and I think I have to get a
plugs for it, I can find it inside. I walk with bag on my shoulder, I bring my
laptop and novel use my left hand, about my coffee and I can’t bring it, I left
it, and come back after I get a table near a plugs.
Stood on the threshold, I
look around, I see a group school boys, a pink hijab still alone type on her
smartphone with her americano now getting empty, a couple of lover, a group of
girls take a photo with the wall of coffee shop as background, and so on, and
so on. But I can’t find a seat near a plugs, every couple of eyes seeing on me,
I sigh, and then just go outside, and sat on my seat again. Alone in front of
coffee shop, with dead fucking laptop, and just read a book, I believe they
will seeing on me more strangely.
But I don’t care about that,
I just read, but I can’t focus with it, I just think about a lover that I saw
inside, a girl and a boy, the girl hold a DSLR camera, looking down to
DSLR—just looking, and the boy stood in front of her and took the photo of her
with his smartphone camera, I have no idea about it, but it’s disturb my mind,
what the use of DSLR? I ask inwardly.
Then abruptly I think about
the girl who brought the coffee for me, I don’t know why.
I smile.
Never mind about that, I
have to continue read the book, I drink my coffee directly from the cup—I think
coffee can return my focus, I drink it all, and continue to reading, I can focus.
And I just read this novel. After some chapter I think I must go home, I close
the book, put it back to the bag, and then stand up, walked, and looking to the
sky, it’s still cloudy, just like my heart.
...
I like when he walk away from me, cause I can watching on her back freely—but I hate it too.
BalasHapusshe or he ?
Hahaha mas lagi galau yaaa hatinya menduung
haha iya she maksudnya, thanks koreksinya,
Hapushahah mungkin saja,
Hmm...ini bagus tulisannya pake inggris.
BalasHapusHope your cloudy heart will shine as bright as the sun :D eheh...
terimakasih, saya masih belajar....
Hapusiya thanks
It's balloon juice :p
BalasHapusjust kidding.
Aku pernah memesan Americano dan dikasihnya kopi hitam. Oh God, seketika hariku menjadi hitam alias mendung. ckckckk