"Mas, why are you looking at me like that, huh?" I asked the waiter who was throwing away grin.
"I thought I was still single, apparently I already have a boyfriend. Yes, please excuse me to go first." The maid inched away with an annoyed look, occasionally looking back.
"Why him, yes, Mas?" asked the person in front of me.
Because we really didn't know what the waiter meant, we finally exchanged glances. While the person in front looked very arrogant, he paid no heed to me at all. Even just ordering a drink was reluctant to say.
The man with brown eyes was busy on his camera, he was very serious looking at the photos that I don't know what. After a few minutes of silence, the person in front put his camera on the table. Then he stared fixedly at me.
"What's your name, sir?" he asked spontaneously.
I also held out my right hand. "My name is Andrew Sebastian Megantara. Just call me Andrew."
"Oh, my name is Arjuna Immanuel, just call me Ajun," he replied.
Hearing that, I nodded twice and glanced at the camera on the table. The camera isn't dead, it's just been put by the owner while asking the name. Not long after, the person in front took a white tissue.
"Mas, I'll go inside first. Want to order a drink," he said.
"Okay, go ahead." After answering, Arjuna left leaving his camera on the table.
Because that person had entered the cafe, I touched his camera by sliding the black object several times. Suddenly my heart felt curious, and wanted to see what was in the camera.
Since earlier, the owner has only focused on the camera and has not moved. From his style, Arjuna is a reliable photographer, because the camera he carries is very expensive. Using my right hand, I took the camera and stared at several photos of the beautiful woman in red.
'Loh, isn't it ... this girl is the model that was in front of the beach.' After smiling, I looked again at the front of the beach—the place where the photo shoot was.
The woman looked beautiful, very elegant and fit in that all-red dress. Moreover, coupled with the hot atmosphere with the hot sun, it radiates very beautifully and adds an additional panorama.
Feeling very curious, I opened the photos in it. It was obvious the models were well matched, but there was one thing that stupefied me. As a result of the wrong press, a photo of a man appeared and made the hairs on the back of his neck prickle.
How could I not, the photo of the man was not wearing a shirt and pants. There are only expensive brand underwear, and very harmonious poses like foreign underwear advertisements. Since there were so many photos, I opened everything in the camera.
After a few minutes of staring, I found a photo that had the same face as Arjuna, not wearing clothes or even underwear. The heirlooms that he has are also evident. Immediately I turned off the camera and put it back on the table.
'Crazy... what was that thing just now? Why, it's so big. But why did Arjuna take a photo like that? Ah, maybe it's just his personal collection,' I said to myself.
Unusual visions shadowed and circled the contents of my head, as if the shape of the body and the heirloom made me shudder and raise the hairs on my neck. As a result of a very deep sense of curiosity, making yourself find an impact there.
With a gulp of warm coffee, I don't want to look at the camera anymore. Not long after, Arjuna walked very fast and returned to his seat on his desk. We were facing each other.
"Sorry, Mas, for the long wait. I ordered drinks and food earlier," he said.
"Yeah, that's fine. Oh, yeah, where do you work?" I asked politely, but the face did not look at him.
"Hmmm ... I'm a photographer, Mas. Usually, to find the best pictures of talented models," he replied.
Hearing that, I nodded twice as I leaned back in the chair. We were silent for a moment, before finally the waiter came and brought a tray of food and drinks. However, the person who delivered was different, not the man who had initially flirted with me.
"Here's the order, Mas, please enjoy," said the waiter, then he took the glass and plate that used my food on the table.
The maid left, we both looked around and looked at the man in red.
"Oh, yes, Mas. It's been a long time here? How come there are so many orders?" he asked insistently.
"If there is a lot of work, it is done. If it is avoided, when can it be finished," said the interlocutor casually.
I nodded twice, indeed what he said was true. However, problems in the company are not as easy as taking portraits of artists like this profession. Just looking at the messy documents makes me feel very dizzy, let alone the various problems that come from the project.
"You've been a photographer, how long have you been?" I asked casually.
"Hmmm ... a long time, Mas. Since my parents had problems, I'm used to living alone," he replied.
"What's your parents' problem? To the extent that it made you enter the world of photographers?"
The interlocutor did not necessarily speak, he looked away towards the beach on the right. As a result of that question, I took a deep breath for offending her.
Because I didn't know how to apologize, I just stared at the warm coffee beside the camera. We were silent for a moment, the other person took the cellphone that had been broken on the table.
"Jun, I'm sorry for breaking your cellphone. As a sign of apology, you will come to my office tomorrow to get a replacement cellphone." Using my right hand, I reached into my pocket and took out a business card.
"What is this, sir?" he asked, looking at me.
"That is my business card along with my office address, you just come there tomorrow. Don't repair your cell phone, let me replace it with a new one," I explained.
"Ah, no, Mas. I still have a spare cell phone at home," he refused.
"It's okay, you just come to the office. If you don't come, I won't forgive you."
"The feeling is wrong, Mas, why am I the one who doesn't get an apology?" Arjuna threw away a grin.
The sweet smile he threw made me feel very strange, this heart was shaking violently and a sense of comfort began to appear. In fact, I never wanted to be friends with anyone. This time it was much different, Arjuna was very gentle in speaking.
As a very obedient man, I am also soft in speech. Especially when it comes to parents, because they never snap at all no matter what their decision is. Since childhood, I was raised to be very independent and respect other people, so that when I grow up I get carried away.
Immediately Arjuna rolled up his sleeves, it was clear that he had a dragon-shaped tattoo and was very large. As a man who never knew how tattoos were made, I swallowed hard as I glanced at the other person's arm.
"Tattoo? Really big," I asked quietly.
It turned out that Arjuna heard the words, he also looked at my face which had approached a few centimeters.
"What about my tattoo?" asked Arjun.
Because Arjuna's face was too close to mine, making myself feel strange and only a faint smile as an excuse for me to stay away. The body that had been beside the arm, then leaned on the bench.
"It's okay, your tattoo is really cool," I stammered, then I scratched my head three times due to embarrassment.
To be continued...