Crowds began to emerge at Strawberry Coffee, Gajah Mada street. Andini was enjoying her hot drink, occasionally sipping her favorite drink, seriously staring at the notebook screen. From the window, you can see a long queue of motorized vehicles with colorful lights. Andini sighed when she looked out at the highway. The habit that has become a trademark for the portrait of the capital city, Jakarta is always like that every hour when you get home from work, on Fridays to be exact.
Weekend for some employees who have working hours Monday to Friday. Car horns and motorbikes honked in response. Along the direction of Kota-Harmony, the volume of vehicles piled up along Gajah Mada street, as well as the opposite direction from the direction of Harmoni to Kota looks the same. Maybe the only vehicle that is now the king of the highway is the orange section, Busway, which does not experience traffic jams. Andini looked back at the notebook screen, her fingers pressed the page-up button, then alternated page-down, seriously.
Half an hour passed, Andini glanced at the watch on her left wrist, seven past five, sighed. Andini took another sip of her drink, this time her face looked worried. "Lost," she muttered under her breath, staring out through the clear glass wall.
From behind the glass, clear liquid fell, she looked uneasy. Adjusting her seat, she grabbed the dark brown bag on her right side, reached in and took out something, a cell phone, her slender fingers deftly dancing on the touch screen keyboard. Searched the Contact List and then stopped at one of the names, Michele.
Andini: [Where are you?]
Michele: [On the way]
Andini: [Okay.]
Andini put her cellphone beside the notebook, took a breath, looked back out the window. Slightly reduced, two-wheeled vehicles are now invisible, only cars are crawling and the rain is getting heavier. Andini closed her eyes, enjoying the sound of splashing water from the window glass. She pressed her hands together, it was cold, the room was already cold and added to the rain, it was getting colder
A group of people came in half wet, they were queuing in front of the cashier with pale faces shivering, the Baristas were busy preparing orders. Jakarta can never be predicted for the weather like today. Even though this afternoon, when Andini came out of the office, the sun still looked dashingly shining, but now, it was raining.
Andini's eyes were still directed at the cashier, five people were standing in groups, maybe they were co-workers judging from their clothes. Andini observed, they were giggling occasionally with loud laughter and others giggling, waiting for orders. A pair of lovers hold hands with lips chattering and the man strokes her lover's hair. Two strangers then followed to open the door, pausing for a moment to look around the room.
Andini looked back at the notebook screen, her ring fingers dancing again. Without realizing it, the figure of a foreign man who was standing in line in front of the cashier noticed him. The aroma of coffee is getting stronger like never before, now getting stronger. Certainly more orders for warm coffee drinks for an atmosphere like this.
The room is almost full of visitors, come for shelter or really want to enjoy coffee. Andini still didn't budge sitting in the corner of the room, getting the attention of the other visitors. None of the guests who came did not pay attention to her, but Andini did not notice it.
Andini has always been an attraction for the opposite sex and even women sometimes still want to pay attention to her. She wore a bone-white long-sleeved shirt combined with light brown cotton pants, perched on a black and red checkered slayer wrapped around her shoulders. Elegant black-rimmed minus glasses hanging on her puffy nose, wide eyes and small lips, Andini is indeed a beautiful woman and looks young for her age, which has now entered the number, 29 years.
A large foreign man with blue eyes and messy fiery red hair fell over half of his face, either intentionally or deliberately. He was still staring at Andini unblinking. His friend who is not different in height and body size is the same, but his hair is a bit neat, cut it short, and elbow it.
The man gasped, smiling shyly and caught off guard by his friend. Then he took the order. The two of them were still standing, looking around every corner for an empty sofa. There is only one place, in front of Andini. They looked at each other and nodded in agreement. Walk to Andini's seat. Andini was engrossed in typing and didn't realize that two foreign men were walking towards her.
"Excuse me," said one of them.
Andini was surprised, looked up at the two foreign men standing right in front of her.
"May we sit here?" asked the red-haired man in fluent Indonesian.
"Hmmm ..." Andini looked around the room, looking for something, nothing was empty. She looked at the two strangers again, still hesitating. Andini understood they wanted to sit on the sofa in front of her. She was confused, the sofa was for Michele who she was waiting for but on the other hand there was not a single empty sofa.
"Excuse me ..." the foreign man greeted again for the second time. The other friend looked strangely at Andini, his brow furrowed.
"ANDINI!"
Andini turned quickly towards the sound, Michele walked up to her. Andini smiled at the two strangers in front of her. It was as if her prayers had been answered by the arrival of Michele, her old friend.
"Michele," Andini stood up, Michele looked surprised at Andini and her eyes shifted to the left, who are they? With eye sign language. Andini shrugged, grimacing. Michele looked at the two strangers in front of her in turn, smiling and the two strangers smiled back at Michele, still waiting.
"Sorry, my friend has come," Andini replied politely, hoping they wouldn't be angry with her. And suddenly a servant approached them.
"Sorry Mister, if you please in the corner there is an empty sofa."
The waiter pointed to the back right corner of the sofa, they simultaneously looked at the corner of the room the waiter pointed to, and three visitors were heading for the exit. Andini smirked, the two foreign men finally nodded.
"Sorry ..." the red-haired man apologized but his sentence was deliberately hanging, hoping Andini answered it. But his wish was in vain, Andini just smiled.
"Okay!" Michele replied spontaneously, grinning broadly showing his molars. Andini glanced at Michele, her eyebrows raised.
"Okay! Excuse me." The foreign man finally left Andini and Michele, but he still turned to Andini. And his other friend just shook his head. Likewise, the restaurant waiter went to the cashier, smiling.
"Andini ... how are you?" Michele quickly bumped into Andini hugging her tightly.
"Sorry I'm late," she continued.
"It's okay," Andini replied and they kissed after hugging laughing together, inviting eyes to glance at them, realizing that they both closed their mouths, smiling. Michele sat right in front of Andini, still looking at Andini, stunned.
"Andin, you are still as beautiful as ever and you look young," Michele leaned forward, observing Andini's face. Andini just smiled at the behavior of her old friend.
"Andin, you're not having surgery right?" asked Michele curiously.
Andini glared, her eyebrows raised.
"Really?" Michele reemphasized her question, now she looked serious.
Andy shook her head vigorously.
"No way!" Michele is still not sure, "You still look young like this" Michele pointed at Andini's face, Andini just smiled. Michele pulled himself up and leaned back against the sofa, squinting her eyes. Andini was still smiling, shaking her head.
"Aren't you going to order a drink?" Andini asked.
"Hmm ... well." Michelle stood up.
"No need, let me order. You just sit here, okay?" Andini stood glaring at Michele and walked to the cashier. Michele dropped back onto the sofa. Looking for the figure of a foreign man earlier, still curious. And yes, the red-haired man was watching Andini.