Travel Stories
I'll keep dancing on my own (II)

"Rook, make a dry martini the same as before, put it on table 13 yes" said Mr. Budi

Although somewhat surprised, the Typhoon did not answer much. There was no order for the table, but he just muttered obscure things, made an order and grabbed the tray at the table left by the waiters. The time has shown at 02.15 and it is approaching the closing time. The remaining guests are only those who enjoy their drinks too much, or those who are too drunk to be picked up to go home, so there is no problem leaving the 'battle zone' behind that counter bar. Immediately, the Typhoon moved towards that table. The table is the most comfortable position, if according to the Typhoon.

Somewhat hidden in the corner, protected by a few pots of plants that cover anyone who sits there, but has a view almost to all points in the room, especially the dance floor. But somehow, there was no request from the guest who sat here since night was young and it seems that no one guest had the desire to sit there.

Ah, I know what.. Perhaps they would rather be seen than see others, you rich man.

But getting closer to the table, a slight chill appeared and interfered, and, but the figure of a middle-aged man in a neat shirt sitting on one of the chairs at the table immediately made the Typhoon dispel the uncomfortable feeling that appeared. A smile spread and the sentence he had been memorizing all day until now immediately slid out of his mouth. According to Mr. Budi, greetings are the life of all types of communication and the main soul of a business and Typhoon does not want to lose his soul on the first day he worked...

"Please enjoy the order, sir. We're closing orders in 45 minutes, maybe there's another order I can make before, sir?" said Typhoon while putting the glass on the table.

The man only glanced at her for a moment without saying anything. His gaze returned to the collection of tables in the middle of the room.

"Sorry, is there something wrong with the previous presentation?" continued Typhoon when he saw another glass with the same order, but untouched.

"Actually I prefer a double Bourbon over this dry martini, but ah... You won't understand either." murmured the man without taking his eyes off.

"Ooh, if that's the case, let me tell the bartender and order taker yes sir, let me tidy up the old glass. Please enjoy.." reply Typhoon.

Despite holding back a bit of anger in his heart, Typhoon tried to keep smiling while taking the glass and left the table, unaware of the man's gaze, which continued to be embedded in his back until he reached the Bar counter.

"If you don't want to, why also order. Wonder me the same these guys." Typhoon grumbled when he reached the counter.

Mr. Budi, who was still busy with the preparation closed, looked up and slightly scrunched his forehead.

"Why, Pan? Any issues?"

"No, Sir. Only visitors at table 13, he said prefer a double bourbon rather than a dry martini. Then why try pesen?" his grunt while getting behind the counter and helping with closing preparation. He did not even notice the reaction of Mr. Budi, who immediately removed the apron and stepped out towards table 13 with wide steps.

"Lho, Sir? I was polite, she said, really..."

But Mr. Budi completely ignored Typhoon and hastily continued to move to the table, leaving Typhoon stunned and hoping he did not do anything that could cause him to lose his job on the first day he worked

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"Kay..."

A gentle touch on his shoulder, made Kay return from the great debate within him. Her sorrowful smile blossomed as she looked at the worry, pity and various feelings that radiated through the beautiful eyes of this beautiful figure kneeling beside her.

"I'm fine, Ray..."

The girl smiled, although the sadness and worry that emerged from her eyes did not disappear.

"For so long I tried to be the figure he always talked about, and it turned out.." whispered Kay softly when finally isak cut off everything he was trying to say. Everything he had withstood since entering the house, the whole debate and inner opposition after knowing the various secrets kept by the father he idolized so much, he said, urging out of him in tears and lamentations that tormented anyone who heard him. Rayna just fell silent. His cold hand rubbed the shoulder of the young man who seemed to be very shaken.

"Joking also uses time and place, Na. Silly bucin ghost!" salak Arborite, who had just chosen to be silent without a word and it seemed that the intimate thing in front of him was quite disturbing for him and decided to interfere.

"Aaaah, Abo, you're the ridiculous one! Old, antique and ancient ghosts like you know what, most also know the Indonesian language just now, right? use the word slank everything! huh!!!" rayna replied fiercely while wagging her hair.

"Eeeeh, how nice of you to say yes, Bucin's ghost!"

And it seems that this deep web of peace of sadness won't last long if these two ghosts are around you, Kay thought.

Seeing the two "people" clashing his mouth, it turned out to lighten the burden of feeling he had at this time.

Maybe it is all outlined so, and apparently, he cannot run away from destiny. His feelings grew lighter as his eyes returned to the door, and determination and acceptance emerged within him.

Anyway, from the beginning I wasn't normal, but it was kind of sad when it even took a ghost to calm my mind, especially this kind of silly ghost, Kay thought again, a little silly when you see Rayna who is busy fighting with Arborite, forget the original intent that was trying to comfort Kay who was sad.

Ah, nevermind. One at a time. But the road ahead seems clear. Dad's unfinished job, I have to take over, Kay thought again.

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Mr. Budi was a lot silent when he returned again to the counter and continued the closing preparations. There were hardly any guests left now, only a couple of men and women who were still enjoying their dance and apparently, they were also preparing to leave the place. After closing the Bar, he made a drink for himself and sat down on one of the chairs in front of the Bar.

"Sir, Typhoon did not make a mistake earlier. I said politely, really."

"Do you really see anyone sitting at that table, Pan? Can you explain what that person is like?" ask the Lord after a long silence.

"Yes, Sir. Didn't he pay all the time for the order, sir?"

"Please answer my question, Pan."

"Ehm, he's middle-aged, probably the same age as you. Wear a suit, neat, slightly gray hair on either side of the head, side of the edge and handsome." reply Typhoon while trying to remember the details he can remember from the guests at table 13.

"Does he have any special features, like that mole?"

"Duh, kinda forgot me, sir..."

Mr. Budi sighed heavily and his gaze continued to be glued to the glass in front of him.

"Rest, tomorrow's weekend, Rook. This place will be crowded, and I hope you can start helping make drinks..."

Seeing that the man no longer seemed to have any desire to speak, Typhoon removed the apron he was using and moved out.

"I'm resting, sir, good night."

The man only snorted in response to the Typhoon's greetings. The glass in front of him did not touch him.