Universe 2
Co'vnant

Akbar stepped his feet up one step at a time.

A certain step on the front of the door.

After six years passed this second time, he visited a cafe.

On the front there is a beautiful sign showing the cafe name. Kafe raksa, a cafe owned Indah.

A few years ago, after he had an accident, Beautiful helped and brought him here. Not only was Indah also providing all the personal needs for Akbar, She took very good care of him. At that time, Beautiful's relationship with her father went less well as it is now. It even sounds a lot worse.

Akbar set his breath back to gather courage. His elbow touched the door, pushing him.

Icha, a friend of Beautiful is seen standing in front of the cashier table. His gaze, following Akbar's approaching footsteps.

As long as it is beautiful to be in the hospital. Icha is in charge of keeping the cafe alternating with her husband Fadly.

“Create aja” Akbar said with legs pushing out the seat under the table. Then, occupy it.

He folded his arms on the table.

Along with that, Icha was seen walking towards Akbar with a map.

“What need to act so far?” tanya Akbar, after seeing the agreement letter Icha prepared for him.

Icha nodded in agreement. He sat down opposite Akbar.

Icha's arm moved back to thrust the pen towards Akbar.

Akbar accepted. Next he leaned forward, putting his signature on the stamp on the paper.

Icha's forehead frowned, feeling something strange.

“So fast? Akbar agreed? Why, does he look so different today?" icha asked himself.

Icha looked back at Akbar.

Today he looks more relaxed and not hot as when the two met in the park.

******* breath back heard from Akbar's mouth.

He leaned his body on the chair, with his head turned upward staring at the ceiling.

At this moment, a lot of things he thought about.Her pride again felt hurt.

“Should he be treated like? Like, the villain of course” murmured Akbar in his heart.

For a moment, he closed his eyes holding all the words on the tip of his tongue.

Tring

A phone call rang out, breaking the silence.

Akbar moved, justifying his position to stand firm.

Next, his arm moved to pull out the phone that was in his pants pocket.

"Jenny" the name appeared on her phone screen.

Akbar averted his gaze, looking back at Icha.

“Sebitar” Akbar told Icha.

Icha watched Akbar from his place.

“Call from whom? Why should I stay away? Is it that important?” ask Icha after Akbar who walked out of the cafe.

Akbar leaned his body against the fence with a look that looked towards the road.

“Why?” akbar asked with the phone still stuck to his ear.

“Where are you?” jenny asked from behind the phone, asking where the man was.

“On the road” Akbar replied, briefly.

“Where are you?” jenny asked more.

"I'll check the preparation for the foodtruck” launcihng reply Akbar, slow down the sound.

“Ah right” replied Jenny enthusiastically.

“Launching this week right?” jenny asked him again, asking him a question.

“Iya” alAkbar said with a nod of his head.

“I came” said Jenny.

Akbar scrunched his forehead.

"Ngga can” said Akbar, refusing.

“Why?” Jenny protested quickly.

“It's a while back, so gabisa muter back” Akbar continued to give a random reason.

Akbar scrunched his forehead, he did not know what to reply.

“After your work is done. Take me, to the mall there is something I have to buy” continued Jenny told her needs.

“If it is urgent, buy it now” Akbar said giving another suggestion.

“Ngga, I have to buy this as kamu” said Jenny, affirming her wish.

“Quick send, address” timpal jenny.

Akbar nodded his head, just before Jenny hung up.

Icha still pays attention to Akbar. He was increasingly curious about who Akbar was talking to so he spent a long time.

Seconds later, Akbar re-entered the cafe.

“Gue pesen one americano, fast” said Akbar said his order.

Icha's forehead.

“Sorry, I did not receive pesenan from lo” he said firmly.

“Ahh” Akbar clucked in annoyance, just hearing it felt really annoying.

“OK I can make my own!” reply Akbar, he walked towards the kitchen to prepare his order.

“Eh uh” Icha blocks Akbar quickly.

"Ngga ngaco deh” snapped Icha.

“Udahlah Cha, don't be too rich gini!” akbar's reply raised his tone.

“Gue just order coffee. That, hard huh?” akbar asked with his sharp eyes.

Icha returned Akbar's gaze.

“What happened to this man? Why did his emotions suddenly explode?” murmured Icha, aware of Akbar's suddenly changing mood.

“OK, I made. Abis it, lo go!” say Icha.

"Gue doesn't want Beautiful know lo, here" Icha place.

Next, his body moved towards the bar to prepare Akbar's order.

Akbar nodded, understanding what Icha said. He just needs to add caffeine to his body.

Srak

Icha thrusting an americano ice cap.

Akbar took out a piece of fifty thousand money from his wallet, then placed it on the table.

He walked by sipping coffee, the cold he felt managed to wake up all the nerves in his body.

“Bar” call Icha.

Akbar's steps came to a halt, his body turning to turn to the source of the voice.

“Pastiin lo, right lo” promise he continued.

Akbar nodded, agreeing.

“Lo relax, cha. Without a request from lo I will definitely sell it”, Akbar said.

Hearing that certainly makes Icha's heart feel calmer. He stared at the back of Akbar who was walking out of the cafe.

Next Icha stepped her foot towards the locker. Then, put the map of the agreement between himself and Akbar into the bag.

Trings

The cafe door opened again.

Icha immediately rushed over, returning to her place.

His eyes widened, aware of the presence of Indah.

“Lo why? Kaya saw aja” ghost said Indah protesting for the reaction Icha gave him.

Icha shook her head with one of the corners of her raised lips, trying to give a warm greeting to Indah.

His eyeballs moved, looking outwards making sure Akbar did not appear again.

“Udah is there a dateng?” tanya Indah, after seeing a piece of money on the table.

Icha nodded awkwardly. He really felt guilty about not being able to tell Indah directly. But, according to him this is the right way so that Akbar does not disturb Indah anymore.

Akbar's existence will only hurt his best friend. Therefore, Icha did not want to see Indah get hurt anymore.

Currently, the condition in Indah is quite worrying. From the outside he may look so strong, but different from what his heart feels.

“Kok can? Not that the open sign has not been behind huh?” tanya Beautiful's.