Matcha Variant Men
Again he came back. A tall man wearing sunglasses was sitting on a bench in the corner of the cafe. The man never failed to come to my cafe. When it started to get dark, the doorbell always rang indicating that the man had come and ordered his favorite menu.
"As usual, miss."
I always waited for that one sentence from him. I don't know, it was like there was a special spell from that sentence. When the man said that sentence, I automatically felt the spirit of power.
The long-awaited moment arrived, where I had to deliver this order to him. My heart suddenly started beating fast. I started to walk slowly.
"Thank you, miss," he replied, which again made me want to faint on the spot. His signature thin smile with glasses that made him look even cooler made me really fall in his charm.
That's what always happens when he comes here. The man is like a guard who guards my cafe until night. When the cafe is closed, he leaves to go home.
If you observe closely, I am always confused about him. I don't know what he is waiting for so that every time he is in this cafe, he always looks out the window as if he is looking for something.
I remember when this man first came to my cafe. The rain was so heavy and outside the lightning kept echoing. Until someone came into the cafe soaking wet and ordered an order that he still orders until now.
I often call him the matcha variant man, because he always orders that variant and never orders anything else.
One day, when I was happily watching the door waiting for the man to come back, I was shocked when I saw the man come with a blank face like he was having problems. The man also did not come to the barista table to order a drink.
Until not long after someone approached the man. A woman dressed in blue approached and sat in front of the man. I could see from the man's expression that it was only flat but from the look in his eyes it looked like longing.
It was like there was an argument between the two of them. I could not hear clearly what they were arguing about, because I was far from the table they were occupying. From their movements it was clear that the woman in front of the man was more emotional while the man was just silent while looking at her.
Not long after, the woman slammed the table and stood up. The woman said something again that made the man's expression change to look sad. The man put his palms together, a pleading attitude.
The man looked like he wanted to hug the woman, but she immediately pushed him away and left the matcha variant man. The matcha variant man was seen wiping his face roughly and then followed him out of the cafe.
Time continued to pass, I always marked the calendar about the man who had never come back. It had been a year and two months since the man had never come here again. Since the incident at the cafe at that time. As if swallowed by the earth, the man had never shown himself again until now.
Where is the matcha variant man? Did the woman at that time say something that made the man leave? How is he? My heart and mind kept wondering. As if realizing something, I immediately shook my head, rejecting all strange thoughts. Why should I care? Isn't he just a regular customer who orders matcha?
It's hard if I don't think about the man. Deep down in my heart I actually care about him. Never absent, I always stare at the cafe door at the time the man comes. Hoping that one day the man will come back and order his favorite matcha drink. It's just that it's all just a hope that might never come true.
When it gets dark, I always close my eyes for a moment, trying to imagine one day my eyes will open and the man will be in front of me, but it's all just my wishful thinking. A little disappointment is felt when I open my eyes but the man never comes back in front of me.
Without realizing it, I did something that people in the cafe considered strange for five long years. My wait never came, only the bitter fact that I had to swallow again.
The matcha variant man had disappeared from my life. Could it be that our fate together disappeared here? Why did you make me restless? I shouldn't have to worry about him who just left, like a customer who had finished ordering and left after paying. Isn't he the same as an ordinary customer? I asked again.
As if fate had brought us together again. Today I saw you standing across the street, as if waiting in line. The feeling of when you came to the cafe in the past I now feel again but more than before. My heart is troubled. Should I greet you? Or just walk closer but not greet you, treat you like a stranger?
After a few minutes of inner struggle, I finally decided to greet you. When I walked across and wanted to greet you, I saw a woman who suddenly hugged you from the side.
The woman was the same as the woman who was in the cafe at that time. It's just that now the atmosphere is different, where before they both seemed to be arguing and now laughing happily. In fact, the woman's stomach looks a little bigger, it seems to contain the fruit of your love.
It turns out I'm the stupid one. Stupid to think that you and I will be united by fate. Just a coincidence that was completely unintentional, but stupidly thinking that it was all destiny to be united.
I laughed sadly, even my tears slowly began to fall drop by drop. How could I, who was just a cafe barista, think that I would be destined to be with you who was not at all close to me. Even our conversation was only limited to a seller and a buyer.
More precisely, I am a spectator of your love story which runs with full of twists and turns until now you will get the results of the love story. I can only accept fate which says that you are not my destiny but the destiny of the woman in blue.