My Hate, the Water of His Eyes (The End of A Taste)
It's Not Like This

The height of twilight turned into the darkness of the night sky studded with stars. It had been two hours that the man in black was sitting in the corner of the restaurant staring at the street collar with his head on the table.

Next to his hand he stuck it out as his head pad. Several times he changed the same order because it did not match what he expected.

Pramusaji who had served him had only a chest elus to the behavior of his customers. It was also impossible to expel the man because every time he asked for his order to be remade there would be one hundred thousand bills that he put under the cup. He only tasted a little and then asked to be replaced by a new one.

When going to stand because his condition is so weak makes him look and fall. His elbows were sore because they hit the end of the table even what was on the table was now scattered on the floor. He rose again but his vision could not focus.

Bruck...

All eyes were fixed on the sound coming from the table in the corner of the room.

"To-help," Linda's mother asked a male employee.

The man ran to help and tidied up the things that fell to the floor and went back to work.

"Ware cut!" mery shouted as the employee who had entered the kitchen carried a fragment of a ceramic cup in his hand.

"Enak. Noh, that crazy customer that broke. That's why quickly make the order people let's quickly unplug from here," he said.

"Who the hell is that guy?"

Mr. Apeng turned off the stove, he was curious about the customer in question. Not only Mr. Apeng it turns out, one by one employees left their jobs following one of the cooks, not least Syera.

"Shera, all of you bring the ginger water," call Mery reminded.

The employees gathered near the cashier table made Linda's mother squint.

"That's the guy?" ask Mr. Apeng to look at the man.

"Ep... Already, back to work. Later if you are bored he must also go," orders Linda's mother.

The newly arrived sherah asked to be given a way because the door from the direction of the kitchen on the crossbar by a bongsor employee.

"Excuse me, sis. I'll take the order later spilled."

The two men immediately shifted.

"Mom, the golden water was delivered to which table?" ask Syera.

Using her index finger Linda's mother told Syera the customer's desk.

Bruck...

Just as Syera set her eyes on the designated table and that very moment the man who had been there collapsed while trying to stand up.

"Sir, Leo?"

Trangs...

Syera put what was in her hand and ran to Leo. All employees' eyes are now on Syera.

"Work!" linda's mother's reprimand shocked her employees. Even so curious about Syera and the man, they had to put up with it because of work. They go back to doing what is their job.

From her position, Linda's mother noticed that Syera was helping her customers.

"Is mister okay? Is anyone hurt? Do you need anything?" while helping Leo to sit down Syera continued to ask.

"Wait a minute."

Syera ran a little to get the ginger water that she had put on the cashier's desk.

"This. Drink."

Leo's pale face was still the same as it was this morning and his eyes were so cute. Syera was so sorry to see Leo's appearance like that. It is very different from the usual Leo.

Leo just tasted a little and put it down again. He shifted the cup and put a hundred thousand pieces of money under it.

"It's not like this" Leo said in his voice. He tried to sit up straight by shrugging his shoulders but his body condition was not as strong as he felt.

Honestly Syera was confused as to what she should do. Not because they are not close especially to their relationship that is not so good then he let Leo just like that.

Syera scratched her nape using her index finger and sat facing Leo with a table limited. He was confused because he was still working hours. As he turned to Linda's mother, the woman nodded as if giving a code to help Leo.

"Do you want me to do it like I did before?" ask Shera slowly.

"Em."

"I'll make it. You wait a minute" said Syera.

Just a few steps back Syera turned to meet Leo. "Master won't fight? Will the master wait?"

When opening his eyes Leo deliberately glared at Syera as a warning to immediately go and do what he said.

"Sorry."

Syera leaves Leo and makes a drink that Mery made back and forth.

Syera's hands are so deft, other employees also pay attention to what Syera is making. Mery who was next to him noticed the way Syera menakar and concoct a drink that is so efficacious to drink when not healthy or not feeling well.

The last step, Syera poured it into a cup by filtering it.

"Done."

"Yes, it's done but it's not you who made it," refuted Mr. Apeng when Mery said 'finished'.

"His... Sir Apeng if you speak very honestly."

Mr. Apeng just smiled while Syera had brought the concoction drink for Leo.

"It."

Leo noticed the contents of the cup that Syera gave him and exactly as Syera had done before. Do not wait long Leo immediately drink and spend it without waste.

"Have you had dinner?"

Leo shook his head, his face still pale not to mention his body that looked lethargic. Syera goes to the kitchen and orders soup for Leo.

Syera carried a tray containing a plate of warm rice, rib soup and warm water. The rib soup was a mainstay in the restaurant and one of the most expensive menus of the other. Syera doesn't care about the price because she knows it's nothing for Leo. But don't ask Syera, she'll think a thousand times about buying it.

Leo's eyes examine what Syera brings that is now in front of him. Although hungry, Leo has absolutely no appetite for food.

"Eat even a little, "persuade Syera and slip the spoon into Leo's hand. "Tante Mila will be sad if you look"

Instantly Leo threw away the spoon in his hand and made Syera surprised.

Does he not like me talking about his mother at this time?

Although awkward but Syera tried to be calm and hope Leo will eat. He took the new spoon and gave it to Leo again.

It's been almost ten minutes since Syera waited for Leo to eat but unfortunately the man didn't move his hand at all.

The rib soup will soon be cold and the taste will definitely be different. Not far from their table Syera saw a mother was persuading her child to eat. The mother seemed to be so patient in feeding her five-year-old son.

Sera took over the spoon from Leo's hand. He took the soup sauce and thrust it into Leo's mouth but was pushed aside by the man. And again the spoon fell on the floor.

As if challenged and not giving up Syera went to pick up another spoon and not just one but she brought three new spoons. Syera's growled at him this time. At least he wants to repay the kindness of the Suntama family so far because it has accommodated and financed life and school until graduating high school.

"Come, sir."

Using a slightly pressing tone Syera repeated what she had just done.

"You may get angry and hate me even more but for now eat first. You have to eat to be energetic to bully me later."

"Wasting food is not a good thing. You may not like it and can buy more expensive than this but many people out there never imagine being able to eat food like this."

"I am not hungry nor am I asking you to serve me. Seeing you just makes me tasteless" said Leo.

"I'm sorry it was like that. There's a lot of work behind me to do and there's nothing else I need to do here. Excuse me and one more thing, don't bother the employees who are here anymore."

Sadness mixed with emotion Sera left Leo.

Syera wiped her tears with her arms before entering the kitchen so as not to invite the attention of fellow employees.

"Within sickness he is still evil. If he doesn't taste me and the food here he shouldn't have come to this restaurant. From so many places why did he have to come here?" muttered Syera pitying herself.

Thirty minutes passed and Leo felt so hungry that the food in front of him was cold. He also called the waiter.

"Do you need anything?" ask the service.

"I want the same menu as this," pointed Leo out using his chin.

"Good, sir. I'll get it."

"Wait," intercept Leo. "Tell him I want to eat and tell him to take it."

"Him? You mean who is he?" ask the waiter not to understand.

"Ck. His name is Shera!"