That Smile, Inside My Coffee

“I think, I’m into you…”

A lonely cafetria, about three waiters are setting up the tables and chairs, waiting for people come to spend their time, together with friends, talking too much unnecessary things. Well today I begin the early morning, opened my eyes and started to see around. Wishing of I could reach for. Funny.

Then I ride my motor bike, crossed away the road to the cafeteria that I would be to. Drinking coffee while sitting there with my only laptop… starting to create my imagination words.

Arrived there, I looked for the best place to make me easier to draw my writing. I have idea… I have many letters… I have my only mind to let starting in to my own world.

And my coffee has ready. The smoke from its cup still shows up in front of my eyes. This hot one, could bring me to feel one of tragedies. Well I won’t it to come in and annoy me.

So I begin. At 8.00 a.m still left me good feeling. The wind that comes through, drive me to enjoy of my each letter. But seconds stuck me then, when I have a first drink of my coffee… my mind suddenly turns up to something. A girls that I met yesterday, where she and I have a seat together at canteen in our campus. She began her story while I was listening to her.

Then I stuck, minutes bring me to remind her… her truly name, Husna. That when she talked, there was nothing I could do unless just listened up to her. That when she smiled, I could not lie it a gorgeous view entered through my eyes. And it stopped right deep in my heart.

Yes, she is beautiful. No more doubt about it. She is kind and is friendly either. We spent time at canteen for hours. Sharing what we have, sharing what could make alive from the inside.

Well, now the trouble is I can’t continue to write. All of my ideas now get stuck. How it could be? I can’t move up my fingers to dance on my keyboard laptop. Hard… when she comes and stays in my mind.

But I let her be in my imagination. I light up a cigarette, trying to see around and relaxing myself. However, now I realize that her truly smile has in to my coffee. And I like it when I remind of her smile. Gorgeous, so peaceful.

Fifteen minutes later, I close my laptop. I know I don’t have to continue. So I take my book from the ransel, and start drawing her face on my sheet. Since I know this beautiful is the only witness, I can’t lie to myself that I interested on her. Perhaps, I’m into her.

— breaking reza