She’s staring at the cup lid. She could see steam coming out from green Korean tea she ordered before and keep looking at it as it fades in the air.
He’s late. She talks to herself. Why would he asked for a meeting if he can’t be on-time? She hates latecomers; always. He knew it. It’s been seven years and still, he can’t manage to come on time. What exactly is his trouble with timing? She keeps on thinking to herself, until the corner of her eyes caught a movement.
There he is. Just arrived, standing beside empty seat across her. Gorgeous and tall and tanned skin and well-shaped body of his that could blinded every woman, beg him for a night together. At his thirty, he looks even more gorgeous. Oh… and that smile. That cocky smile of his; who would ever deny the charm of it? The smile that shaped of great-kisser lips.
Quietly he sits, still smiling and staring at her eyes with checking gaze.
“Would you stop? That’s embarrassing,” she says.
“Why? You know I always like looking at you.”
“Don’t you think you’re checking too much?”
“No. In case you want to know, you look gorgeous today. Sensual. As always.”
She could feel her cheeks turning red from unknown heat, so she thanked him quickly. They began to talk a lot. Reminisce their first meeting and the stories after. The ups and downs, the hellos and goodbyes. Oh right, there are so many hellos and goodbyes came along in the stories between them. Hellos and goodbyes that make her keep on asking herself why, make her questioning herself what is wrong and what is going on, make her keep on guessing the reason. Something she finally found not too long ago.
“I miss you,” his words breaks after a long pause, still with his signature smile.
“I know. You’ve told me, in the text, before.”
He laughs. An elegant and adorable laugh that’d never come out from any other man in her life. Not even from her boss. She hates it so much that currently she has to admit to herself: she missed that laugh. His laugh. A laugh that lead the talk even longer, killing herself slowly as they begin to talk about the main story. The neverending story that keeps on coming back, eventhough they’ve tried to end it. So many times.
“I am begging you right now. Come back to me…”
His gaze stabbed her as he throws his plea.
She looked down, saying, “You’ve got so many chances to do that before. But you didn’t take any of it.”
“Now what? Am I a jerk for you?”
“You’re never really after me. I don’t think I should keep holding on you since–”
“I’m after you now.”
She could feel her heart is tearing once again.
“Look… The reason I accepted your request to meet here is no other than to make it clear that… this neverending-tangled story is finally over.”
“That’s a bit rude.”
“I’ve waited for you for a long period of time. I was hanging on your line, waiting to be picked up. I’ve waited too long until one day I decided to stop.”
“You were waiting for me…?”
“Wasn’t it obvious? I said yes whenever you want to meet me. I said okay everytime you want to take me somewhere or want me to visit you or anything else. I always said yes to you.”
“But still… I can’t make you stay, though I did ask you for it. You do appear only when you want to see me and disappear right away after that. I could never make you stay, so I let you go.”
“I’m afraid that’s too late.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Maybe in another life, I could make you stay.”
“Why in another life? Why not in this life?”
He touches her fingertips, tries to caress it.
“Because in another life, you’d see me. More than you did.”
“Is it about the timing, again?”
Silence breaks between them. The wall clock is ticking loudly behind, makes the silence even more torturing.
She inhales a little before throwing her last ammo, “I don’t know why you’re so bad at timing and always be the one who come late to pick me. I am getting married. Goodbye, D.”
No single word comes from his mouth as she grabs her purse and walks away from their table. She doesn’t wait for it. She knows he won’t say a thing when he shouldn’t, as well as she knows that he could always find a way when he needs one. She knew it as she walks out from the cafe’s door, whispering, “See you when I see you.”