In today's chaotic world, most people just want to blend in with the frenzy of luxury and class life. Adheres to all kinds of western culture which he thinks is elegant and contemporary. Starting from the style of dress, association to the style of breakfast a la western. I myself prefer the life of my hometown. Where the most expensive clothes are the clothes that cover the aurat, good interaction is direct communication and fried banana breakfast with a cup of coffee.
The only thing I love about the influence of western culture that reaches my hometown is the habit of drinking coffee in the morning. I consider coffee to be an excellent agricultural product that is a means to start a morning conversation with the sun and fresh air. Although not infrequently the rain wants to come to taste a cup of coffee in the morning that I make.
I enjoy counting the morning I've been through with a cup of coffee in the morning. This is my 2303rd morning enjoying a cup of coffee in my hometown and the first morning my cup of coffee was not accompanied by a plate of fried bananas. Looks like the banana tree in the backyard is too old to bear fruit. Since last month, the leaves begin to turn yellow every time I take a bath and share a bucket of water from a well with it. I thought the water in the old well came with me and the banana tree in the backyard. Yes, I'm too old to live in my hometown.
A week later a banana tree in my backyard died. I then began to consider my friend's offer last week. My friend who had already left my hometown came with some unknown news, I myself could not help it bad but not good either. My friend works at a reputable coffee shop, and the news that he brings is the coffee shop where he works has just opened a few branches and is doing a massive recruitment. He invited me to try to join. According to him, I'm not a good coffee connoisseur if I just make a cup of coffee for myself.
Trying to establish the intention, I sent my cover letter to the famous coffee shop where my friend worked. After sending, every morning, besides enjoying a cup of coffee, there is something new that I do. Waiting for the announcement. Waiting to make my cup of coffee tasteless plus the mother's departure from the fried bananas that usually accompany my morning cup of coffee. Until one morning, I got an envelope from a courier. It is brown with size F4 and outside the envelope there is a logo and my name. I slowly turned and opened the envelope. And really, happiness suddenly came along with the announcement of my receipt in the famous coffee shop. In addition to the announcement, the envelope contains an agreement whereby I am required to be willing to share the goodness between the pewagai and the customer. I laughed at the contents of the envelope. Funny, if only share my goodness in order to commit. But when I came to work at that famous coffee shop, I found many things.
If every morning that I do is to provide myself a cup of coffee, this time, as an employee in a reputable coffee shop, I have to provide coffee cups every morning for each different person. Each cup of coffee that I serve provides a very meaningful lesson for me.
The first cup taught me about starting a conversation with a cup of coffee with the sun into a second fun routine after starting a conversation with a cup of coffee with a girl who consumes coffee in the morning. The second cup made me realize how the visit of the girl was the thing I was most looking forward to. Then the third cup taught me that in any language, the name is the thing that will always sound sweet and most important. And, well, the girl's name is Mentari. In the next cup, I learned how to love good by sharing a cup of coffee in the morning. It seems unimportant how many million cups of coffee have been sold, if only the coffee that I serve is not appropriate, where maybe Mentari come back to enjoy a cup of coffee in the morning
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