MY LOVER IS YOUR LOVER
CHAPTRE 004

“TRULY INDONESIAN COFFEE”

Such is the writing emblazoned on one of the coffee shop booths on the second floor of the canteen building.

After seeing that, Anders went straight there. With a leisurely walk, he also took a look at what food was there and sold on this floor.

Most on the second floor filled with Asian food, there are food vendors who sell Tteokbokki, Ramen, to Sate Padang.

Not only that, on the second floor is also dominated by foreign students who are seen from the face and stature is not from Asia.

Maybe most of them want to feel and try the sensation of Asian food that is famous for its potency.

Maybe also some of them are too saturated with fast food dishes that are usually served in Europe or America.

No doubt if the queue at the food seller booth with a promising slogan and logo is very long.

Although on the second floor, the food sold is a little more expensive than the food available on the first floor, but it seems that those from Europe and America do not want to bother with it.

The most important thing for them is a full stomach with a taste of food that they have never felt before.

Arriving Anders in front of the booth of the Indonesian coffee seller, he joined the queue.

He is now the last row, there are about eight people in front of him. And yes, again dominated by non-Asians.

Anders looked up while reading whatever menu was in the booth.

There are many choices and flavors sold. And of course, with so many choices, with pictures that see the freshness and shade of the coffee.

Anders will not argue much with himself, he will still choose black coffee.

In his mind, he also did not think in the least will be made with what method the coffee will be.

“Black coffee one yes, Mbak.”

Anders was surprised to hear people speaking Indonesian.

He peered forward, but remained invisible. Back, he thought of the voice of that person. He tried to synchronize whether the voice had the same tone and frequency as the voice of the person who spoke to Miss Evy in front of the previous class.

Anders. At first Anders was waiting in line busy reaching into his bag to look for a wallet, this time he did not want to miss the opportunity.

He was eager to see the face of the woman who was now right in front of the cashier waiting for his coffee to be served.

“This is the sister, the hot black coffee. For the cup later when it is finished, it can be left on the table where her brother sat. Let our staff do the cleaning. Any more orders?” cashier.

“Thank you very much for your best service.” replied the woman briefly in a soothing tone.

Instantly right when the woman walked out of the queue through the right lane that had been provided.

There was that booth maid who cut through Anders's entrance in a hurry.

All of the students in the order line were shocked and panicked as to what was really happening.

Anders did not get to see the woman, whom he saw only at a glance that she was wearing a tosca-blue veil.

From a distance through the queue, Anders saw that the woman had descended leaving the second floor.

Again, this time Anders was confused by his curiosity.

Anders had another idea. That is to ask the name of the coffee buyer to the cashier later.

Blue tosca.

The same color, a favorite color by women who have ever been present in Anders' life.

When Anders arrived to order coffee, he ordered one hot black coffee.

While waiting for the coffee to be served, he tried asking the cashier.

“Excuse me, do you remember the woman wearing the tosca blue veil?” ask Anders curiously

“Oh yes, of course I remember kak.”

“Can I know what the woman's name is?”

“Sorry, for this time I cannot help. Because he was the first time I saw him this time. And he didn't when I asked the name for his order, he chose to wait in front of the cashier without mentioning the name?”

“I don’t get it.” says Anders confused.

“Some of our buyers choose to order and directly go sit down to the table they occupy, so we will shout the name when the ordered drinks are ready.”

“However, there are some of the buyers who deliberately wait in front of the cashier in order to bring their own coffee to where they want.” replied the cashier with a professional.

Anders was silent and disappointed, he did not know who to be disappointed with. What was clear was that at this moment, he was very curious about the woman.

Anders' coffee order was ready, he took it and paid for it with a dissatisfied face.

Not dissatisfied with his service, but he was dissatisfied with his unanswered curiosity.