Companion To Paris
Childhood

Mela arrives at the Sherlock cafe. Biema and Fikar arrived a few dozen minutes later. Then find Mela who has been sitting neatly at one of the cafe tables. He's playing his phone.

While feeling that someone was approaching her desk, Mela turned her head. "I think you've forgotten where this cafe is, Biema."  A subtle insinuation from Mela's lips as they both came late.

"No," Biema replied briefly.

"Sorry Mela for our delay." The driver who was the driver felt guilty.

"No problem Fikar. The important thing is that you can arrive and fulfill the lunch appointment I made suddenly. So I have no right to protest against you for such trivialities." Mela smiled sweetly.it was contagious on Fikar. Fikar's lips also painted a smile.

But Biema is not. This man did not smile. He immediately sat down and asked for a menu book on the cafe waiter. "You haven't ordered anything. Order your lunch first," said Biema, who knows the table is still clean of any food. Because of waiting for the two of them, Mela did deliberately not immediately order.

"Okay, thank you." Mela received a menu book from Biema. "When you can order immediately because it's in your hands." Biema just looked at it without saying anything.

"Aren't women the first?" said Fikar with a joke.

"So you two want to pretend to be real men?" Mela replied with a joke as well.

"We're not acting. We're both real men, Mela." Fikar patted his chest slowly. Mela smile.

"So Biema who used to be innocent and crybaby is now a real man?" This time it's Mela's for her childhood friend.

"I'm not a kid anymore, Mela." Biema is not happy when called a child. Indeed, with a sturdy body and height, Biema is no longer a child. He's a grown man. But often Mela who was one year older than Biema always called herself a child.

Fikar smiled amusedly hearing Biema protest. Biema's eye tails glanced at Fikar sharply. Fikar's lips instantly clenched tightly. Mela mentioned the name of the food and drink. Then Mela handed out the menu book to Biema.

"I also need to order my lunch, right, Biem?" ask Fikar as if he doesn't care. Biema who chose the menu glanced.

"Of course, Fik. The time you want to just see the two of us who eat ...," said Mela laughed at hearing Fikar still need to ask. "Order in a minute. After Biema." Apparently Biema was kind enough to let her subordinate and friend order first. He thrust the menu book at Fikar.

"Can I order first?" ask Fikar in disbelief.

"If you don't want to. Better not to order." Biema was about to pull the menu book again, but swiftly Fikar held it back. Mela laughed at the sight of the two of them.

"OKAY. Let me order first." Biema thinning lips. After ordering, Fikar immediately handed the menu book to Biema.

While waiting for Biema to order, Mela and Fikar talk about their past. Those are the days still in High School. The three of them were pretty close. Moreover, Biema and Mela who became childhood friends first.

Even though Biema finished ordering, she did not talk much about the past. He is enough of a listener. Although this made Mela need to menowel or snap a finger in front of Biema's face for this man to talk, Biema remained in her stance to keep a lot of silence.

Orders came after waiting.

"Avocado juice!" mela surprised when she saw the cafe waiter put avocado juice on the table. "Who ordered?" When Biema ordered, Mela was busy talking to Fikar.

"That's my order," Biema said as she brought her body closer to the table and reached out to her hand to grab a glass of juice.

"Yes," said Biema flat.

"He really likes that juice. In the office, he also always ordered avocado juice to be provided in his refrigerator." Fikar told the story. Biema thins lips does not like Fikar telling stories. But Fikar looks relaxed looking at the dislike gaze of Biema.

"That's not weird. I remember the story first. When you were a kid. Where you do not want to eat just because there is no avocado juice. Aunt Shiren had to find the avocado here and there." Mela is back to nostalgia.

"Af course avocados are rare here?" tanya Fikar also heard the story of her superior's childhood.

"No. It's just that it's not avocado season. So it's very hard to find her." Mela explained. "Until he sees me drinking avocado juice. With no sin, he said he wanted to drink the juice that was in my hand."

"Not the season ... How can you make avocado juice?" Again Fikar asked.

"My grandfather had an avocado garden in the village. So during the harvest, my grandfather picked the unripe avocado. When it's not in season, my family still has avocado stock."

"It looks like Biema doesn't remember." Fikar saw Biema as if he needed to remember.

"Oh, huh? I'm disappointed if Biema doesn't remember." Mela looked towards Biema who scooped her food. Biema's lips only smiled faintly in response to Mela's sentence.

"Then? Did he take the juice from you?" guess Fikar next.

"I'm not that rude, Fik," Biema interjected.

"I doubt." Fikar couldn't believe it.

"No. He's correct. He just said he wanted a drink. But he did not come closer and just kept looking at my hand. Biema wants my avocado juice." Mela chuckles. "You remember the incident."

"I still remember" Biema said briefly. With that alone Fikar began to know that those childhood memories were very precious to this man.

Although it seems not to remember, but the reality is not. Those sweet memories were actually still stored in Biema's heart. Biema's childhood memory saw Mela's figure for the first time.

"Just what I said ... Biema will never forget that story." Mela pointed at Biema with her index finger and smiled. Biema's head nodded slowly. Fikar turned to the superior beside him. Then smile meaningfully.

"Then, what kind of job are you going to talk to me about?" ask Biema.

"I want to make a collaboration. My father's garment factory will use your company's textile products." Mela explained.

"Are there not many other textile companies that can be cooperated with?" biema asked as she put food into her mouth. Fikar. Biema refused this offer of cooperation.

Mela swallowed the food she had just chewed. "really. Not only your company that provides raw textile products that can be collaborated. But I know which one has good quality. And I'm definitely going to your company." Mela pointed at Biema with her index finger.

"really. Textiles from our factory do have a good quality that has been acknowledged." Fikar praised his company. Biema took a glass near her right hand and drank avocado juice.