Saturday's Cafe
Today is Saturday, When I have no plans for the weekend, I usually go to my favourite cafe, sit silently while opening my laptop, chilling around with a glass of sweet cold drink while trying to put my thought into words. However, today feels different; Somehow, I feel exhausted. Lately, I feel like everything are so energy-consuming, and I don’t have the energy to do anything. All I want is some me time, step aside from the crowd while doing nothing. So, I guess today’s agenda to just sitting and chilling around, delving deep on my own thought while observing my surroundings.
Today is Saturday, When I have no plans for the weekend, I usually go to my favourite cafe, sit silently while opening my laptop, chilling around with a glass of sweet cold drink while trying to put my thought into words. However, today feels different; Somehow, I feel exhausted. Lately, I feel like everything are so energy-consuming, and I don’t have the energy to do anything. All I want is some me time, step aside from the crowd while doing nothing. So, I guess today’s agenda is to just sitting and chilling around, delving deep on my own thought while observing my surroundings.
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While observing around, I notice that beside me, there is a teenager, maybe on a same age with me, that is very busy with her iPad. With a blue hoodie and ‘sila’ sitting pose, she intensely concentrating on her work, scribbling away with an apple pencil while trying to draw something out of her hand. With her sullen looks, she occasionally sighed deeply while erasing her drawing repeatedly. While her eyes are passionately fixate at the iPad, her little mouth relentlessly complaining and cursing all the time.
However, after a little while, all of the sudden, she comes out with a smile, frequently looking at her iPad screen with a proud face. With a happy expression, she tidies up her belongings and heads towards the front door in a good mood.
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After a little while, I heard a loud noise from the far-right corner of the cafe. It seems like there was just an incident happening: a glass full of drink spilled. Attention from all the people in the cafe are currently focused on a somewhat middle-aged woman berating one of the staff, angrily shouting about the mistake the staff has made. With a panicked face, the staff are repeatedly bowing his body, trying to apologize to the lady. With a disappointed look, the lady’s hand is shooing the staff, trying to expel him to end the scene. After that, the staff are lethargically walking to the staff’s room, maybe trying to calm his mood before he start to serve another customer.
Unexpectedly, fifteen minutes later, the staff are heads towards the lady’s table, bringing new glass of drink accompanied by a cup of ice cream. With an awkward face, she is accepting the drinks, putting the glass to the table, while her little son happily taking the ice cream cup. Later on, the staff are once again apologizing, which replied by an awkward silence from the lady.
However, after all of the lady’s family walks away from the cafe, the lady’s husband approaches the cashier, trying to call the staff. “Thank you, you have done a good job,” said the lady’s husband while placing some cash in the tip box. The staff’s face slowing turning into a cheerful expression, while his friends are proudly patting his shoulder.
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Not long after the lady’s family walks away, there is a pair of sixty-to-seventy years old man and woman walks in the cafe. With his wrinkled finger, the old man pointed a seat near the window, not far from my table. Slowly, the elderly couple pulls out chairs and sits facing each other. Strangely, while they are in the cafe, they are just busy with their own individual activity, instead of communicating. With her reading glasses, she is knitting with a pair of needle and some thread in her bag, trying to make a piece of cloth. The man also doing his own activity, reading today’s newspaper which show real count’s progress on presidential election. However, they seemingly comfortable with each other, sitting cross-legged, with one of their feet swinging slowly at the same frequency.
After one hour of knitting, the lady nod her head to the man, and both of them are head towards parking lot afterwards, holding hands.
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Sitting for several hours in the cafe made me realize; there’s a pleasure in every progress. Everyone has their own battle. Everyone are fighting their tooth and nails to reach the ideal condition they wish for. While the ideals are hard and look far away, I guess it’s time to remind ourself with the little pleasure on every step. Maybe the girl is fighting to be an popular artist in the future, maybe the staff is fighting for his cafe’s sustainibility, maybe the old couple are fighting for their lasting relationship. But what drives them are those little drawing on her ipad, or small tips from the lady’s husband, or 1 hour quality time with each other. Maybe, what drives us are coming from those tiny little pleasure, while slowly reach the ideals.
Suddenly, my hands reaches my bag, trying to find my laptop. It’s time to write again now.
I think that’s all, bye!
