Wirapati
S1 E2 COFFEE SHOP
Time passed like a wind that always carried clouds to rain down every land he met. Bima, Dion, Lestari and Naga are already working. Bima is still loyal to his work as a barista. Dion works at the well-known technology company, Quantum Labs. Lestari chose to be a national TV journalist, writer and also active as an environmental activist. While Naga is definitely the successor to his family business, Naga has no choice but to obey his parents, even though he actually prefers to adventure through nature and new places.
In a small corner of downtown Jakarta, among the roar of vehicles and human crowds, there is a coffee shop that does not stand out, but exudes a peaceful charm. Here, the mornings gather quietly, distracted only by the rustling sound of lovingly ground coffee beans. And behind a plain wooden table, Bima Wira Wijaya, a young barista with a sincere spirit and heart, controls the aroma of coffee like a sorcerer.
His long hair flowed like a dark river, reminiscent of a calm night. Glasses that he never misses, connecting his soul full of dreams and hopes. The simple shirt he wore every day, like a canvas depicting tranquility amid the bustle of a big city.
"Hi Bim, kayak usually yes", said Lestari who had just arrived. "Okay Tar, I've prepared, this is Cappuccinno Special for Lestari as usual", continued Bima while giving a cup of Cappuccinno. "Thank you Bim, really cool cappuccinno art, it's a pity if you drink" said Lestari while photographing cappuccinno art from Bima in the shape of a rose with his smartphone. Then Lestari sat at the table where they used to gather.
Lestari, the storyteller, was getting pleasure from a cup of warm cappuccino. Her long, black hair exuded a mysterious charm, like a night revealed in moonlight. The glasses on her face gave her a sweet and firm look. The formal shirt she always wore described her dedication to her work as a journalist who staunchly sought the truth behind the fog of the world.
"Bim, want not the same this book?", Lestari showed the book Unknown Artifacts to Bima. Bima replied, "Eh this is not the book we read first, right Tar? So that we used to be willing to mourn for the national museum just to look at these artifacts".
"Know not Bim recently there was a theft of relic artifacts in the national museum, well one of these artifacts Bim", Lestari pointed to an image of a crystal stone with carved symbols in it. Bima was silent for a moment, "This is the crystal stone that used to be, the symbol looks very familiar to me," Bima said in her heart as she stared silently at the crystal image for a very long time.
"That even bengong the gondrong" said Lestari in his heart. "Bab? How dumb?", reply Lestari while patting Bima's shoulder. Bima who realized, "Eh, sorry Tar I lately lack of sleep, because yesterday dapet shift malem" said Bima diverted the conversation.
"Bim's habits have not changed. From the time of your hair is still short until your hair is still gondrong like bengong, think about what Bim? Installment?", said Lestari a little upset.
"Don't fight. By the way Bima's hair is suitable gondrong Tar. If the installment is not possible Bima thought, he already has a lot of savings now, right Bim?", said Dion smiling embrace Bima. Bima just nodded.
Sitting close to Lestari, Dion, the young man who always carries a laptop wherever he is, seems like the laptop has become one like an organ in his body. His short hair was neat and his narrow eyes implied wildness and optimism. The laptop he always carries, like a loyal friend, ushers him in a world where codification becomes his language.
"Guys, you know not a lot of robbers lately" asked Dion. "Bandits?", continued Bima confused. "Yes the robbers call themselves "The Silent", they used to use stealth like a scam, to the sale of leaked personal data. But it's not uncommon for them to use overt physical violence in public, forcing victims to give their personal data and digital savings money away" Dion said.
In the other corner, accompanied by the aroma of coffee, there was Naga, the son of a rich man who was a sage, as if not bound to the fairness of the world. Her short hair was neat, creating an orderly impression that seemed to hide darkly in her heart. The casual clothes he wears, plain shirts and shorts, may just be the humming of resistance to the social norms of his family that always constrains him. The dragon only hears the conversations of his friends.
"Eh Dragon, do not make your own mojok, join here!", cried Bima who can always give a smile on the face of the Dragon's moody. So simple their friendship makes the Dragon feel at home spending time with his best friend rather than doing other activities.
"Santiago Industries is also affected by guys, many of our raw material suppliers are bankrupt because of this robbery, they are targeting rich people like me" continued Naga.
"Dragon, are you really doing your dad's business now?", asked Lestari. "Yes Tar, now I am given the responsibility to take care of business, tired of it, let alone this case. That's why I often run here to relax", replied the Dragon relaxed.
"Dragon, if you need a vacation we are ready to go, calm this time we pay each other" continued Bima laughing. Among others, Bima is the one who understands the feelings of the Dragon the most.
"Yes Ga, say it with us, ntar we prepare an empty schedule for the holiday plan" said Dion. "Yes, I really want to go to nature, I'm already bored with the urban atmosphere" said Naga pessimistic. "Ga, aren't you afraid of going alone? If the robbers come how?", Bima was a little worried. "Relax Bim, there are you guys looking after hahaha", Dragon laughed. "YOU THINK WE DARE??!!!", replied Bima, Dion and Lestari together, they laughed loosely.
These four humans, like a series of stars that merge to form a constellation in a dark night. They share stories, laugh, and blot out the boundaries of time. Although life takes him on different paths, the friendship that is woven between them is the thread of destiny that binds their hearts. Together, they filled the days with presence and laughter, as if nothing could separate them.
"Bim, why is your coffee always so good?" tanya Lestari with her eyes sparkling inquisitively, while sipping coffee that warmed her hands.
Bima just laughed in response to the compliment. Between the smell of coffee and their joking, the world felt so perfect, as if there were no obstacles that a solid friendship could not overcome.
And behind the never-ending roar of the city, in that little corner of the coffee shop, their destiny is entwined in every breath of air, in every smile, in every smile, and in a never-ending cup of warm coffee. In this togetherness, they find peace and understanding that the real life is not about the place they live, but about the friends they meet along the way.