Deja Vu [ Lilian Ashley ]
3. Caffe Clair De Lune's

A vehicle-free trip to my workplace, or actually our workplace.

It does not take much time to get to the destination. The cafe. Yeah, that's my place of work. From the outside it looks like an old wooden-walled villa ala old cottage in the countryside with lanterns of three colors of sun, as well as a sign that reads, "Caffe Clair de lune''. 

"Gue unplug, yes. After yesterday's incident, I was afraid to let you go home alone, I will pick you up," said my lover as she stroked my hair gently.

I gave him a smiling response and turned around to follow my workmate's steps towards the back area. Perhaps, the door to the employee room is in the back because it is impossible if an employee passes through the front door which in fact is the entrance of a respectable customer.

Kumasuki cafe from the back door and there are some people who have sculpted the tub ordered by a conductor.

"Good, Ley! Are you healthy?" asked a girl who was ponytailed while patting my shoulder and my response was just an awkward nod of the head. "Good, don't exercise yourself either."

I saw another girl changing clothes in the ladies' room and made me understand how to change clothes there. At that moment I noticed that there was a locker that seemed completely untouched by everyone. It must be my locker.

Without much more behavior, I crept towards the locker and it turned out to be mine. Of course it was my locker, because there was a printout of my flashy photo stuck on the door, as well as a photo with all my work friends like the one on the phone yesterday. I picked up a uniform hanging by a hanger, then quickly went inside the toilet to change clothes.

After all was done, I saw a reflection of the shadow on the sink glass that looked so plain and completely unattractive. There was no makeup on the locker that seemed like I liked the natural look. Long dark black wavy hair accompanied by white bandana as a uniform embrace. White shirt adorned name-tag, "Ashley". Skinny and not charming body. It's okay, I'm just an ordinary waiter, not an advertising model. So, there is no need to think at all about physical appearance.

To be honest, after entering the customer area, I actually became confused in carrying out the task. I should what? Going around to ask if the dishes of the customers are satisfactory? Or cooking? Guarding cashiers? Write order? Dabbing the table or washing the dishes?

"Come to the door, why else?" scold the man who went with me.

My reflection glanced at his name-tag and found that his name was River. What a cool name.

My head was down because I felt awkward. "Oh yeah, sorry."

It felt so dazed in looking at the surroundings. No familiar feeling, so confusing.

Now, I'm positioned on the side of the door, which means my job is to be a customer greeter. Might have to try. Trying to wait for the customer, then welcoming him with a super bright face. When that happened, I became stiff. What am I supposed to say? Ah, just fuck it, it's okay.

"Welcome," greet me with a friendly reaction as possible to the customer.

"Pst!" There was a hissing sound from behind and as he turned his head, River who was wiping the table began to whisper. "Add the name of this cafe, you forgot, huh?"

Oh, it turns out that way.

I quickly read the greeting. "Welcome to the cafe clair de lune.''

That's how I started the job. From welcoming customers, then ordered as a delivery man when in a crowded state and become a cashier when some of my coworkers are permission to go to the bathroom or reasons that cannot be told.

"Excuse me, I want to order something, '' call one of the customers sitting on a bench near me.

Perhaps, the other delivery maids were busy until this customer only dared to call me.

"Yes, what do you want to order, sir?" I asked with a sign of politeness.

"I want to order strawberry sundae only .. ah yes, and cheese cake," said the customer.

Soon I went to the kitchen without taking notes, because I felt sure that the order must be easy to remember until the delivery place. While on the order table, I said all the orders on the barista who was cleaning the table contained a coffee machine.

"Just do it, can't you? Cave wants to make espresso first," pinta man with a big smile signifies hospitality.

God, I don't know how to make cheese cake and strawberry sundae! Why am I suddenly at this task? In confusion I stared at the materials that were on the shelf in panic. What's to take? What to mix?

Taken a plisner glass and took a spoon, which I honestly didn't know what to do. I should have refused the barista's request for help. I turned around to refuse this task to the man and at that moment he stood before me with a confused face.

"Did you forget how to make strawberry sundae?" He asked with both eyebrows raised.

Apparently, from earlier he noticed my abnormal behavior. It was good that he took the initiative to ask that.

"Jeez, Ley. This is your menu."

"First of all ..."

He cut my words, along with taking some ingredients from the refrigerator. Put it on the table in front of us.

My face turned red as his hand held my hand to control me in making strawberry sundae. I watched from the ice cream placed on the glass, the arrangement of several pieces of strawberry fruit and sprinkles of colorful toppings.

Suddenly my eyes blurred.

Slowly the light of this vision began to dim and foreign sounds from around was heard echoing in my eardrum. The man's voice was very slow and sounded like a broken speaker.

"First of all ..."

The words that came back repeated. However, the voice from the speech had sounded so vague.

The stages of making strawberry sundae were repeated. Like a situation I've experienced before. Is this a piece of memory that is beginning to slowly return?

Slowly, my vision became so blurry that it made my head feel dizzy.

I don't know what happened until now my position has become different. I'm standing in a cafe making strawberry sundaes, feeling like I've done this before. An adventurous experience back, like a video that is being set up with a replay feature.

Immediately my consciousness recovered completely and I knew to see the completion in the manufacture of strawberry sundae.

"Udah done!"

I blinked my eyes and realized that this dessert was ready to be presented to customers. In fact, I saw nothing in the making except the early stages.

"For cheese cake, take it in the kitchen. Ask Kurt," said this man who I ogled his name-tag called 'Vincent'. "Padahal elo used to teach the cave how to make strawberry sundae. But, now the opposite."

It was a little embarrassing when I heard that.

"Okay" I replied, still in a state of shock.

"Hey, Vin. Come here," call Mr. Manajdr who appears and make the man called Vin step away.

I went to the kitchen and found a glasses person arranging decorations on a cake. Kurt, maybe it's him.

"Mr ..." Not only did I speak up to ask for an order, Kurt glanced at me sharply.

"All the menus I have provided in the glass cabinet. Take it." He hung his head towards the glass cupboard that was full of various kinds of cakes.

When my hand just touched the closet, Kurt's hand started to prevent me. "wait. Let me just,"

Again my view was faint.

I who was in front of the glass cabinet, precisely the situation turned into being sitting on a wooden bench located on the edge of a small lake, showing the atmosphere of the night so quiet.

"It feels really calm."

A familiar voice.

My head reflex turned and gasped in surprise when I saw Kurt who had been holding me back from taking customer orders, now sitting next to me with a faint smile. His face that had looked jutek, became impressed friendly and soft.

In a split second, the situation began to fade and eventually returned to normal.

"It's cheese cake, isn't it? It's." Kurt handed me the order I was looking for, and then he focused on the cake he was decorating.

Was that a part of my memories with Vin and Kurt? If yes, that's a good thing. With this, surely some memories in my brain in the people around me will appear little by little like the incident earlier!

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