bitter, but sweet coffee there is love

That morning I sat alone in one of the caffes in the northern Aceh area accompanied by a cup of coffee that became a loyal friend when I began to feel anxiety and become a single inspiration when others are busy with their own activities.
Without my noticing and it turns out on the table next to me there are two women sitting and they enjoy the pleasure of Aceh coffee, my eyes immediately stunned to one of the women. She wore a brown hijab and a white shirt that made her more charming when giving a smile to me, wanting me to approach and I invite acquaintances. But this step feels heavy, because there is no courage to approach a beautiful woman like him.

Very close distance and a very clear view as if this eye does not want to turn to another, who is the beautiful woman and why she has been giving me a look. This kebaperan began to become-so when between me and he both saw, his beautiful eyeballs, his yellow skin is very sweet looking.
This heart began to speak for themselves, O beautiful women may I meet you, O beautiful woman may I know where your house. Let me meet your family, then I say. O my future in-laws, he is your son who would be a candidate from the mother of my children later.

I tried to stay calm because it was close to a beautiful and fascinating woman. Really this thought is not good, sometimes I try to steal a glance when he was joking gurang with his friend but accidentally or he I noticed him then he returned my gaze and gave a smile. OWWW .... that smile is really fascinating.