Downloads Mate
Chapter 11

My heart beat irregularly as I stepped into the door of the cafe, heading towards the glass wall that led directly to the outside of the building. I could see the figure of the man, the man who beru a few weeks ago I knew what his face was like. "I'm sorry, yes, long time" I said as I approached him, pulling a chair in front of him to sit down.

"It's been a while, not too long, really," she replied, smiling at me, and I liked that sweet smile.

"Yeah" I said, handing him over.

"Adit" replied Adit receiving a helping hand and grasping it so warmly.

"Kok you can order me that anyway?" ask me curious while removing his hand job trying to remain ordinary, even though I honestly misbehaved.

"You don't usually eat with clients, and I know that you always order coffee when it comes to business. And now we're not going to have business talks" he replied smiling kindly at the cafe clerk who had just laid a pock, Ice Lychee Yakult, and the Hot Americano I'm sure it was Adit's order.

"Eat first, dear," he said to give me a spoon and fork to use meyantau geprek chicken rice.

I shut up for a moment, trying to digest the call from him. "Don't make me salting, Din. Not healthy for my heart," honestly I can not control the pounding in the chest.

"How do you feel about me?" the question that made me almost choke on sambal.

"Ih, what are you, anyway?" I try to avoid the question.

"Please answer honestly, yes. If I call you, how do you feel? And why do you chat so often I ask to call? Not that I'm a ge-er, but I'm a grown man who knows enough about things like that."

"What kind of things do you mean, Ay?" I asked for his release to call him that.

"I love you" he said, cleaning the tip of my lips with his thumb, and then licking it.

Oh melted Yaya treated like this, leaning sweet glasses that managed to make me break my own words. To not fall in love with a new object from cyberspace, because my original intention was just to befriend it. "Bikin salting aja," I tried to refocus my dinner.

The music played in the cafe is very supportive of the atmosphere tonight, which happens to be not so crowded as usual. Adit did not open the conversation again after I grumbled, or rather he was so focused on watching me bribe rice and chicken pieces into the mouth. Until the ringing sound of his cell phone broke the silence between us.

"Good night" he said after holding up the call and sticking his phone to his ear.

I didn't really know what the man was talking about, only at a glance I heard it because it was none of my business. I don't want to know, don't need to know, and don't care. Until time passed long enough when I managed to finish my dinner, crossing the spoons and forks upside down on an empty plate. After sipping Ice Lychee Yakult with a rubber straw that I brought myself to support the movement love nature, reduce plastic waste.

"Sorry, yeah. I cuekin you, because it is a new case in Surabaya tomorrow a little time and attention," Adit put his phone on the table after finishing the phone call earlier.

"Where was the meeting? The client is good for discussion?" tanya Adit opened the conversation that we usually do every night.

"They're friendly rich guys, and my female client wants me to be like her niece who just returned from Amrik," I told her as I occasionally glanced at the cell phone, where a pop-up message from Baihaqi came from.

Yep! We are still in communication even after the man's boarding design has been completed and is in the process of development. Usually the guy just asked me about my activities today, just like Adit did for the past year. But the difference is I still feel awkward to tell too many stories with him, maybe because I haven't known him for long. And I also have to keep the feeling of Deden that I know he's still trying to get close to me.

"Wow! Awesome dong, people who just know aja can already make you a member of his family," Adit's sentence was clear just now filled with a tone of satire and dislike.

"Jealous?" my God who managed to make him turn the eyeball lazily.

"I guess I'm in Surabaya not so a week, can be more and may not be able to connect you as usual."

"Yes, no problem. Your name is work, busy. Mumpung is still young, there is still a lot of time to remember parents and yourself. Because if you already have a permanent partner, everything will be different, can not totality anymore for parents and yourself," at least it's only those words that I can say to make her understand that if I'm different, I don't really care if she doesn't contact me.

"Such understanding, my dear, this" his god as he carried my right hand into his grasp, or rather he cupped my right hand with both hands.

And the thing that astonished me was that I did not reject her treatment at all. I didn't protest, I didn't pull my hand, and I just enjoyed it with a smile. It seems like I've really gone crazy, this guy managed to turn me into a normally ilfeel with something like this.

The feeling of comfort and peace when adjacent to Adit, even I feel so adored by this man. He always looked me right in the bead of my eyes every time I spoke, he was always watching me, not much different from what he did during our communication over the phone. It was so different from what I usually received from other men, they would turn out very different from what my ears caught. "Why do you always call me that?" manya curious.

"i like. And I'm comfortable doing it" Adit replied with confidence.

"Who have you been close to for a year? I mean, which girl's been the same way?"

Adit shook his head quickly while making a cross in front of his chest with both hands, "there is no time for other women, when your voice has become my candlestick every day, Yes. I can not if not with your voice a day, grateful sometimes you have sent a voice note to encourage me. So I have doping for energy if I'm really busy and can't connect with you" she explained, leaving me speechless.

"I know there is no instant in this world, Yes And fall in love with you too I need a process, if interested in the same you have been from the beginning. But my feelings don't necessarily change so much, I need a process. Yeah, like glass noodles. He said instant, in fact still must be brewed with hot water up to a few minutes to be consumed."

"Gilani! How come you're talking glass noodles when you're talking seriously like now," I'm annoyed to empty the plastic glass containing Ice Lychee Yakult.

"Let you understand more easily, because sometimes you really receive a signal from me," he lamented while bringing back my hand into his grasp, while several times peeping at the back of my right palm.

Admittedly, I am indeed a little less sensitive to other people's feelings and circumstances.