Aksara Taste (For Flavors That Will Not Be Perfect)
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Along the way to the editorial office, I was busy circulating the view to the sky of Jakarta. Not too responding to the story and content of Mas Rudi's talk in the steering chair. I just want to make sure that what the BMKG broadcaster said is true. That the dry season has arrived. That there will be no more news of flooding in the city of Jakarta or landslides in various regions on Java Island.

God may have a different plan.

Having just arrived in front of the work desk, Rayhan's exclamation instantly intrigued me.

“You're here, deh, Al. Buruan.” orders Rayhan hastily.

The young man muttered something, like reading a piece of writing that could only be interpreted by his brain. The ball is moving at the same time. To the right, to the left, alternating.

I rushed to his desk too. Following the young man's gaze fixed on the computer screen in front of us. An article from a well-known site displays the already empty Taste Range book on the market. Sold out in less than a month.

“Crazy. Seriously. This is a duet of both of them. Really. Al.” murmured Rayhan not because of.

I smiled broadly. Suddenly remembered the promise that once Satya umbar.

“I'll give you something until the book sells.”

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I do not think, the white color can give the impression of a very deep Rustic for room decoration. Satya deliberately repainted the walls of my previous room in blue with bright white. He also added wooden shelves to put my old school books. The ancient frames that I initially thought were mediocre, now made me unable to blink an eye.

The frames contain wise quotes from world-renowned writers. One of them is a quote from Mark Twain written in Indonesian.

The best way to entertain and make yourself happy is to try to entertain and make others happy.

“Wow!” I'm amazed. Kulirik Satya who was smiling looked at me. The young man stood near the painting of the lighthouse while keeping his hands in his pants pocket.

“I don't know what to say.” I said without taking my eyes off the frames that contain other wise quotes.

“You like?” satya asked as she put her foot up, approaching me.

I looked at the young man while nodding in agreement. Frankly, I really like it. It's totally beyond belief. Every angle that is looked at is really soothing. Not wrong, why Mas Rudi chose Satya to design our house.

“Oh, yes, there is one more. Wait bentar.” said Satya then rushed out of the room.

A few minutes later the young man returned. And I was stunned as soon as I saw what he was carrying. An Ariocarpus diorama interspersed with shoots of cocor duck decorated with small white stones crammed into each other. Equipped with a small house and the action figure of a pair of lovers among the green grass of the yard. A trembesi tree makes the view more beautiful.

Satya placed the diorama near the glass window. Right next to the Ariocarpus he used to give me.

“That's my gift for you.” he said with a smile.

I can't say anything. I could hardly believe that my room was now filled with desert plants.

“I don't know why you like the same cactus.” muttered me while staring at the diorama made by Satya. Tell the story.

“That's the toughest plant in the world.” he said lightly.

I looked at the young man curious. “Tough?” many wonder.

“The cactus is patient. Not complacent even waiting for rain for years.”

I frowned. Responding to the answer Satya gave.

“You remember, the time that Mbak Aina's cactus hurt? I said the land is flooded with water, keep the stem so rotten and slimy?”

I nodded lightly.

“Cactus does not need a lot of water to be able to live happily with the colony. He just asked a little generosity of God to continue to be able to survive.”

“Specific that?” I m livened up a smile.

Satya. “You flush him every day, you fertilizer every day, not nyampe a week he will die.”

That's apparently a cactus fact I haven't known.

“Pantes. I rarely see Aina Nyiram Cactus. Though he loves very much the same plant.”

“Not all those dear ones should be treated in the same way. If you flush the cactus with the same rose, the rose will be happy. But, what you do is actually make the cactus suffer.”

I don't understand which way Satya is taking this conversation. The young man looked at me. Although our distance is not so close.

He continued, “Sama kayak cactus that does not need a lot of water, we also do not need a lot of happiness in the world. We just have to find a source of happiness to make the life we have so happy.”

For a while after that, Satya looked at me. With an unusual view. Different from the view he had given me before.

“O-oh, yes, you want to drink something?” tawalku trying to break the mood.

The young man flinched. Then threw his eyes out of my eyes that very second.

He nodded in agreement. “Bby.”

“But, in my home there is no Latte.”, I said as I passed.

“Quiet aja. I still know myself, kali.” he replied in a joking tone.

“Like strawberry?” haggling me from behind the door leaf.

Satya nodded.

“Mau Yoghurt?”

Satya nodded once more. Made me rush down the stairs to the kitchen pantry. We prepared two special dishes for both of us.

As soon as I opened the room door, I found Satya relaxing her back on the back of the chair. He observed the afternoon sky through the glass window he had deliberately opened.

We enjoy strawberry yogurt, while enjoying the wind that moves slowly. Accompanied by the Beatles' Yesterday, I accidentally rolled off the black disk. It's a song I keep singing.

“It turns out you are tacky too.” Satya said with a mocking smile.

The corner of my lips lifted. “From yesterday you whose singing was the most.”

“But, doesn't mean I like that song, does it?” the answer is not to lose.

I looked at Satya impatiently. Wonderful to hear what he said. “Continue why do you sing too if you don't like it?”

The young man chewed on his last strawberry, then glanced at me. “Nemenin you don't sing alone. So that there is a theme.” said Satya, making me laugh.

With the young man, I looked at the orange color that stretched over the sky. The sun began to move across the track. Hurry back to God's embrace. The flocks of birds that formed the V formation became pretty points on the horizon. Their wings are free to air. Splitting the silhouette of the sky that began to change color.

“Oh, yes, this is for you.”

Suddenly I turned to the right side. I found a big blue night box. Decorate a white ribbon in his right corner.

“This what?” manya curious.

Satya shrugged both of her shoulders. “Receive aja.”

I followed his request too. I watched the blue box that night closely.

“Can be opened now?” I asked, asking the young man for permission.

I saw Satya swallow with great difficulty.

“Can't be, huh?” many doubt.

He was silent for a moment. “Don't open that gift in front of me.”

I looked at him in wonder. “Why?”

“Open later if I'm gone.”

That answer made me even more curious. What kind of gift did he give?

I hurriedly opened the little box. And I can't say anything as soon as I see myself. I was at a loss for words when I found my figure recorded in the neatly arranged montage photo tracks.

His little frame became a fragment about me. I tied the hair in the coffee shop. I look at the rain through the glass window. I'm the one wearing the cooking apron. I was staring in any direction at the Ice Cream Orion tavern. I was confused in the back garden. And I'm the other one I can't count.

I raised my face, muttering with difficulty. “A-what does all this mean, Satya?”

Satya was silent to hear what I was asking. His face suddenly could not be cut. He rolled his eyes, looking at me as if looking for something. The ball hits my retina center. Makes me mute. Freezing my senses as the young man pulled my face at the speed of light. Poked her lips before I could look away.

For a few seconds I let Satya press my lips. The young man kissed him many times. Traces of strawberry. Sweep it very gently, not at all demanding. A second passed, until I finished the young man's kiss. Removing her thin lips that had made me fixated.