I've arrived in one of cafeteria in mall Selos Trade Center. This mall is usually called with its abbreviation STC. A girl stand up after the front door to welcomes with a sweet smile and kind greetings. I walk towards to a table, not far from that beside the glass-wall that border cafe and hot air beyond. From my chair, I can see foreigners sitting together to enjoy their coffees slowly.

I feel so heavy till the waiter come for asking my orders. “Emm, I just want a glass moccacino ice and french fries.”

“Okay, wait a minute.”

The waiter give a nod and the forward my order to another waiter near the cashier before reach the kitchen in back side. I stand up and try to check. Some white-uniforms men look stuck in each task to prepare every order. I don't need long time till my orders come. A small box of french fries and a glass of moccacino ice have prepared, equally puff aromatic-familiar smell, as a pair of smokes. Definitely, there are hot smoke and cold smoke.

Before taste them, I try to catch the view outside. Location of the cafe is in the outer side of STC, rightly in the edge of the road filled by cars go from and to the basement parking lot. Also ahead the place, some taxis park, wait mall visitors use them when the drivers gather in the other side.

Unexpectedly, I feel breeze from the conditioner touch my nape. It brings me to put my headset on. After that, I focus on my netbook and all inside it. I fully ignore everything around. Moreover, the glass-wall is soundproof so I find no one can disturb. Serenity, that is what I want now.

Exactly there is not only me that seem busy with netbook. Also some tables are filled by people and their gadgets. Admittedly, the cafe provides wireless network. The password can be got when we buy at certain price. Beacuse of a regular customer, I have special identity and password can be used directly though I need to update it every six month.

“Huh!” I gasp while amend headset position. My lovely songs is arranged in playlist to played one by one.

Actually that place is not right place for undergraduate student like me. Certainly, everybody knows if the cafe has expensive menus. But, this is a cool cafe and not very noisy, what a lovely cafe. And the most important, in this cafe I'd been already made a promise to come today and I'm keeping it.

A promise? Yes, with anyone. Promise with anyone whom I'd ever seen in this world. He was a boy that last time Even, he was the first boy that I was known in the campus, rather than boys in the same years. Everything began after the second day of campus orientation. When I walked to my boarding house, suddenly a motorcycle came up behind and asked. “Are you alone? Let's get my ride. I'll take you home,” he offer for helping.

Stupidly, I forgot to answer it and immediately sit in his motor. As far as we went, I found if I missed. Then I answered it. “Oh, yes. I don't know anybody here. So, eveytime I often go lonely. For me, it's okay. I think around the campus still safe.”

“So, what's your name?” suddenly he asked.

“Ha?”

“Your name?” he repeated.

“Ri, Rianti,” my answer heard stuttering before I asked him, “And you?”

“My name Fredi. And please don't nervous. We are same as a new students.”

“Ah, yeah.”

We stopped talking because I had to show my way home. For a while, we arrived in front of my house. “Wow, your home is too far?” Fredi said.

“Yes. Because I just can get boarding house here. I was helped by my friend who also stay here.”

“If tomorrow you're no friends, you can go to campus with me.”

“O, thanks. But....”

“I don't think as a problems. Excuse me, this is my contact number. Next just call me and I'll be here soon.”

“Oh, sorry. I think I bother you.”

“No matter. You are welcome. I'm glad to help you.”

Fredi left me and later, I and he always went to campus together. Even till the study period began. Luckily, we had same schedule. But after that when we had different time, Fredi was ready to took me out. He waited the time by got together with friends in the foodcourt or library.

After long time, I felt this was going so close. We studied in different majors, however we supported each other. Fredi also was a friendly and fun boy. Sometimes he asked me to spend together, watched updated movies or art performances, traditional or modern.Or the simple way, came to this cafe.

Sadly, next year. I heard Fredi gonna be moving. Truthly, I was offended. Why did he not told me about this? Why must I heard it from their friend? Too many questions like a moss in rainy season. Grow very fast and spread to many sides, at the same time Fredi disappeared. He couldn't be called again. His contacts were inactive.

Where did you go Fredi? Where are you now? Don't you remember me? I always miss you, waiting for you? Why did you disappear like this? No words to me? Or you hurt?

I have many questions for him. I wanna ask directly, but it feel hard to be coming true. Really, I lost his traces. Grief and anger began to coil around me like parasites. Until last September, in the end of the holiday, I received a message from him. The opening is apologizing. I was still angry but I felt sincerity. That made my tears dropped away, as a river ran into keyboard. Fredi said he cannot be called, but promised to see me in the cafe at October.

And now is the time. Also, I remember again in this place, we always ordered two glasses of moccacino ice and french fries. They were likely iconic menus for us. They were in the table everytime we came. They were unchanged rhough our topics, chats, and jokes always changed. And now, a thing which I can get just the wifi. It make me my one hour be gone with no feeling. Precisely, I can't feel his presence, in this cafe, in this menu, even in the dews of moccacino ice.

Yes for a while, I change my vision to the moccacino ice. It stays half glass, beside the cold effect of ice created dews in its outside. The dews melt, flow away to the table. They remember me my purpose in this cafe. The dews like my feeling when will meet someone who I missed very much. Get loose and can not be back. My heart go heavy, filled by frustration which hang up.

Okay, fine! After drain the mocca ice, I hurry closing the netbook up and then take money from the wallet. Twenty thousands rupiahs totally I have to pay. I give with no more senses, walk out with numb heart, like nothing left.

2017