Anonymous Inspiration

As long as I become a regular customer here, I hardly see her. Now, almost at above 9pm, she is there. Sitting in the corner, with her laptop and some books, off course with a cup of espresso. Sometime alone, sometime with some fren, she seems doesn’t care with anything goes around. She looks tired but she kinda feels comfort with the situation. She is definitely a writer. I saw her picture in a magz a few weeks ago. I like her writing; about politics but she writes it in a funny, sarcastic ways.
All I know is her name, Canting. Javanesse name. Sophisticated name just like the way she is. She is tended to be a quiet woman. I’ve never seen her dominating the conversation, she likes to be an observer and busy with her laptop.
Standing across her, in the bar, all I can do just finding a moment to see her smoking her cigarette. I love the way she do it, so intens. I can make every girl to be mine but with her, I have no idea. She’s different. I always feel a bit intimidated when she is staring at me with her look “go to hell”. I think she hates me, but I don’t know why. She’s just the way she is. I don’t know whether she is smart but not pretty or she is not smart but pretty or I just scared that there is someone who is smart and pretty. She’s so perfect with all her imperfection.
Canting, I think I’m starting to feel the butterfly in my stomach.

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I never like this place. It’s too crowded.
It was a month ago, my friend persuaded me to come. He said “Come on Canting, now is time to move. Don’t you feel a bit bored; always do the writing in this place?”. Yeah, you rite. Let’s move then.
So, here I’am, always sitting in the corner, waiting my friend to come for meeting, networking, or just sitting with me, they do the talking and I’m just listening, like always. In a sudden, my eye had caught an interesting imperfection. Arrogant, a bit cassanova, absolutely an alcoholic, simply a lonely guy, with different girl everytime he comes in. I always find pleasure when I caught his eyes staring at me. That is the time I can give a look “you are nothing”. I always hate someone who thinks he is simply irresistible because he has money, he has company, he has the look and he definitely doesn’t have manner. I’ve ever heard his friend call his name “Banyu”. Banyu, he is simply annoying me, everytime he comes with different girl, and he just keep drinking and flirting, just makes me sick.

“I think you are starting to like him” Anna, said to me.
“no way!.”

Well, no way or yes way. Perhaps she is rite. Now, everytime when I enter, he is the one that I’m looking for. If he is there, I’m definitely happy, strange isn’t it? Why is that? Is he something now?.