Being late in love
What a beautiful name
The Rizal POV
I started to notice him. The beautiful girl, every time I go to this cafe she always shows up even if only a few seconds.. Why is he here I thought. No doubt also I often see him singing, oh.maybe a part-time worker, because not every day also he sings here.
I am a regular customer of this cafe, sometimes I also do meetings here, invite my clients to enjoy the atmosphere of this cafe. Because I think the atmosphere here is very fitting to clear the mind.
This cafe is not only designed for office people like us, there is also a design for college children and also pubescent teenagers. What a cool concept I think.
The first time I set foot here because I was invited by one of my business partners. And from then on I was very interested and again I returned to this cafe.
Especially now that there is someone I have noticed. Although he does not know me, but I am happy to see him here even though he appeared like a ghost to me. hehe, how not, sometimes there and sometimes there is no.
For a year I've been watching him, his appearance in the cafe is the thing I've been waiting for the most.
For some reason this morning my feet took me to a park, I walked around this park, I saw a couple of lovers who were fighting, but not so great, just fighting alone, I saw, I can only shake my head. Is there no quieter place for them not to show their inner quarrel.
Before long I saw a familiar figure in my memory, I smiled at him, I just sat on the bench where he was sitting. But he seemed to be engrossed in the songs on his phone so that he did not realize my arrival.
Because I kept watching him and turned to look at me, with a suspicious look he asked me why I was looking at him like that. There was an opportunity to ask her to get acquainted.
I'm so happy to meet him, then I take him to a regular Cafe that I often go to to see him.
Before he got to the car he stopped looking at the couple arguing. I asked him why he stopped. I didn't think it was her husband.
Suddenly I was shocked, it turned out that the people I admired were married. Hahahah
but nothing, at least I can still be friends with him.
From what I see it looks like the house is not okay. I saw from the look in his eyes, the look of anger, disappointment mixed into one.
Then he walked straight to his car and I went to my car. We went to the cafe by car.
Arriving at the cafe I ordered food as well as him, we chatted for a long time. Makes my day really happy.
The next day, I came to the cafe again, I'm glad I could see her again, it turns out she was performing a song from Armada Should I. Why is he suddenly singing a song I thought, if something happened to him. I saw his face sad, not as bright as usual.
Not far from my seat I saw her husband making out with his girlfriend. I want to be angry, but I have no right to be angry, because it's their domestic business. I don't want to go with the camapur, because Hana also seems reluctant to tell a story.