Black as the devil, hot as hell, pure as an angel, sweet as love
The first cup of coffee in the morning, no longer hot as usual. Be warm as you are when you know that there is a figure who likes you. For the time, changing one's attitude feels so easy. It's as easy as turning the heat warm as your coffee in the morning. You do, do not like to drink directly when the heat, but just inhale slowly the aroma, then let it cool just like that. Just as you in caught his attention, so hard you deny it, so sharply you insinuate it, then slowly you reply to his attention. Gently, warmly, like a cup of morning coffee you drank slowly, and too late.
The first cup of coffee in the morning is now left empty. Still just feel at home sitting alone here, contemplating time, without caring about your handphon screams. The "Big Boss!" Is the only thing that looks when glanced at the touch screen. No matter, it takes only time alone. Want to be fired did not care. Instead of moving, he called back the waiter and ordered another cup of coffee. Ah so, as a coffee lover, it is unlawful for him to interrupt his time drinking coffee.
The second cup of coffee in the morning, he just put it on the table. Like her lover who ignores her every time she says "Will you marry me?" Always dodge, always distract, always ignore, on the grounds "I still want to pursue a career" as soon as he asks for his application. Slowly, the woman rose from her desk, leaving a message:
"If you want, just say so. If you do not want to say yes do not want to. If I wait too long I do not want to, because I'm not waiting that much. Literature."
Go to the cafe during the day, sitting alone, just accompanied by a cup of coffee as if it had become a tradition. Which cafe he's headed, it's always Black coffee he always ordered. Black coffee is soothing, so he argues. Soothing and reminiscent of a love story that just ran aground. Not because of a third party, nor because there is no parent's blessing. But because of his delay in answering his application. It did not seem too late, but it was because of his reluctance to get married in no time. And now he's sorry, but it's too late.
If only he had immediately accepted his proposal, maybe now he is happy with the title "Husband", so regret. The first one seemed so bitter, but he knew, bitter coffee is not comparable bitter feeling when he rejected his proposal. And now he regrets it. Experience is a cruel teacher, he gave the test and then gave him a lesson. The next thing, the bitter began to feel normal. Like the first experience, you'll be nervous when you do it. But when you feel it, then continue to feel normal, like that lonely he felt. He got used to it, got used to it without his lover. Accustomed to being ordinary.
A cup of coffee at night, as the day's closing routine. Just inhale the scent without ever drinking it. Let it go, until the night comes to sip the heat. Let it be until morning, and everything happens every day. A cup of cold coffee on the edge of the bed, only he thought of as a reminder. The reminder that he had been neglected for so long, like hot coffee being cold, the flames of his once burning love disappeared. Not because of a third party, not because of no parent's blessing, but no answer to his proposal. If women do not know, a man also wants a clarity, a certainty. If stalling for too long, it just tortured him accidentally, killing him without taste. Just like the cold night coffee, drinking it no longer feels so wanted.
A cup of coffee at night, one way to remind that the first heat of the first sip is much more delicious than the cold of a cup without content. A cup of coffee reminiscent of the fact that it is far more enjoyable to spend a night alone than one. The heat of love, the coldness of the heart, is unusual for those who are used to it. Just like a love, will be present because of accustomed. Love comes because accustomed, witting tresno jalaran soko kulino. So does the pain, it will feel normal when it's common. About a feeling of being ignored, he now knows how painful a regret is. Regret for ignoring. As with old habits, regret always comes at the end of the story.
Just like a cup of black coffee without sugar, you'll never know the bitterness without you ever drinking it. As for the matter of waiting, you will never know how bitter a word waiting means. Waiting is not about patience, but also about certainty. The certainty of an answer to a question "Is it worth it, I'm waiting all this time?