Enmeshed in Love
Chapter 6

The white room, roofed blue sky decorated with white clouds in the coffee shop Angkasa, owned by friends Attar, looks quiet tonight. The name chosen by his best friend is not because of the nuanced interior of celestial objects, but according to the name of the owner of the tavern. White and brown furniture seems to dominate a room that is quite spacious without a bulkhead.

Some people chatter on the couch. A pair of lovers exchanged meaningful gazes at a table by the window, a woman drowned on the screen of her laptop monitor in the corner of this room. Not far from his seat a man dissolves with the book he holds, then another sips a cup of coffee at the bar table while wearing a headset.

The "Heaven" groove popularized by Isyana Sarasvati, Afgan and Rendy Pandugo is heard very clearly by Attar upon entering the tavern. He looked for his favorite seat, a long brown sofa in the corner close to the window and found it empty. He walked gontai then dropped his body and seen the friend approaching while carrying a tray.

"Double espresso" a haired man*crop fringe** slim and tall put a white cup in front of Attar.

"Thanks, Bro!" said it. The man smiled and sat down next to him.

"Yesterday night Ziko came here."

"Who's he here with?"

"Most girl."

"Kid's pdkt mode?" attar asked as he turned his gaze to the window that pierced the smoking room.

"Say the girl who came to the show lo," said Angkasa, the owner of the coffee shop.

“Oh...” Response Attar.

"Lumayan lama is also here. Looks pretty familiar with that girl."

"Let's ajalah. Uh, tumben kids aren't here?" tanya Attar looked around. Usually, the circle friends Attar and Angkasa often spend Saturday night in this coffee shop until it closes.

"Last afternoon Erika and Panji stopped by for a while. He said tonight he's coming back here." Attar who that night freed her hair *messy textured fringe*** her from pomade nodded her head hearing Angkasa's words.

A split second later, his gaze was locked on a woman wearing a maroon-colored blouse and was talking on her phone.

"The red-clothed chick that sits on the window deck often comes here, bro?"

Space circulated his gaze, then said, "Fatia? often, come here, you know?"

"Oh Fatia her name," murmured Attar.

"Gue's never seen the time to go to Erika's house."

"He often comes here also Erika," continued Angkasa.

"Erika's friend?" ask Attar surprised.

"Yup. Sometimes same guy, like her husband."

"Jakarta is getting narrower, “gumam Attar.

“By the way, later bills he merged with my own," pinta Attar.

"Witih, what's the new story?" ask the curious Space. "She's taken, dude. You better stay out of trouble," he reminded the friend who since then his eyes did not escape the slightest from the woman.

"Just give it back." Attar took his order.

“Yeah, right!” tepis Angkasa who really recognize the character of his best friend from the era in blue white uniforms.

“Eh, by the way, how is the continuation of the same girl that Ziko knows?”

"He's the same story? Leaking is a child,” timpal Attar.  “My males, he's like an om-om matchang. I don't want to drag him." This time he chuckled.

The sky was laughing at the words thrown from his best friend.

"Well, at the very least, there are those who you date every week night rather than just staying here or alone later can be alone here.” Space grinned.

"Gue can find out for himself about that," he continued.

Then, Angkasa said that he planned to open a branch of his coffee shop in a strategic place still around the south of Jakarta. He invites Attar to be able to work with him, but the conversation is halted because one of the tavern employees approached the table number seven.

"Space is looking for something" he said. Angkasa looked at the coffee bar and saw one of the regular customers of the coffee shop, a woman wearing a green long sleeve combined with black trousers blue checkered motifs and white sneakers, already sitting there.

"Let's talk about it again, bro. I stay first. " It went from Attar's side.

"It looks like a special customer" Attar said.  "Pocket on!" joke Attar.

Angkasa just laughs but looks wrong and Attar is also very aware that customers who have just entered are his best friend's special friend. The two of them rarely exchange stories about women who come and go in a short period of time, unless the woman makes them captivated and bent their knees.

Just like, when Attar really fell in love and heartbroken at Ella first. Attar's view goes back to Fatia. The long straight black-haired woman who was left to be scattered continued to mess with her while pinning strands of hair to her ears. Every now and then, he laughed and his face met.

She looks different from her first meeting at the minimarket, although the woman is not the ideal type for an Attar, but her existence manages to penetrate the space Attar thought. “Simple, but not ngebosenin anyway,” murmured.

"Karina??" The woman standing before him wore an ivory-white knee-length boho dress, smiled, then pulled up the chair.

"It turns out I still remember my name," he looks cramped.

"How come you can be here?"

"It just so happened to pass by so stop by here. Ziko chat wanted to come here as well as his friend anyway," he said. Attar glanced at Space. His best friend just raised both hands.

"Take Ziko's life!" it is in the heart .

Before arriving here, Ziko had chatted with Attar and asked where he would be beside her tonight. At that time, it did not cross the slightest in Attar if there was a hidden intent behind his question.

"Why has every contact never been raised? busy huh?"

Attar just smiled. He never kept Karina's number at all and throughout history since Attar first had a cell phone, the man has always ignored incoming calls from unknown numbers.

"Tomorrow's Sunday night there's a party at my place, you're coming?" he tucked away please.

"If I don't have a show, I come."

"Don't come!" karina smiled meaningfully.

"By the way, you come here often?”

"Sometimes it is," Attar lied.

Actually Attar was eager to ignore Karina's presence and move the table, but against any woman, he could never do it. The friendly attitude he displayed was only to appreciate his existence.

"So, what are your daily activities, Tar?" Karina opened the conversation.

Not yet Attar answered Karina, he saw Fatia walking to his desk. They exchanged glances, the woman in black skinny jeans and wearing high heels smiled at him. Attar moved from his seat as he approached Fatia.

"A little while, Kar," he said, turning his back on Karina.

"Mas Attar, huh? How are you?" greet Fatia after finding out from the cashier that her order had been paid by the man who was now standing before her.

"Good mba. Mba Fatia is here alone?"

"Yes. I didn't even see Attar here."

"Call Attar, Mba."

Fatia chuckled, "By the way, thank you for getting paid."

"Replace that time," he said politely.

"Now don't forget to bring your wallet, do you?" taste Fatia.

"Here it is easy if you do not bring a wallet just ID card, done!" kelakar Attar's.

Fatia gave a crisp laugh as she said, "Credit card with you?!", then, Fatia realized that she was sitting at the same time as Attar.

The woman looked at herself from top to bottom as if she was skinning her appearance.

"Then I go first. See you," she reached out to Attar.

"Okay mba," said Attar. They both shake hands.

"Call for Fatia." When turning around Attar's body saw the look of Karina's face scowling.

He glanced at his watch and again cursed in his heart because until now Ziko has not been seen the trunk of his nose. The plan was scrapped because ever since knowing where Fatia was here, she wanted to drive the woman home. Only in return.

"Woi, Bro!" ziko's voice boomed and behind him appeared Panji. Panji elbowed Ziko and hinted that there was a woman sitting where Attar was.

"Come here too!" his lips.

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Footnote  :

*) Crop fringe: A type of Korean K-pop pony haircut for men with a random bundling effect. Example: the hair cut of Oppa Hyun Bin in the Korean drama The Crash Landing On you.

**) Messy textures fringe: this type of pony haircut is generally for curly or wavy hair. But if in Oppa Hyun Bin in the drama Memories of Alhambra, it may not look messy but absolutely cool! (source: google.com)