Table For Gretta

On the way....

Alrescha to the airport still uses the taxi that he had originally rented.

With only a few red lights left, the taxi he was riding in arrived at the airport parking lot.

In his solitude, Alrescha just silently stared at the street lamps outside with a dreamy gaze.

He was brought back to remember his request to the cafe owner a while ago, then shook his head at giving the two of them false hope.

Yes, false hope that one day Gretta would return there. Even though he clearly knew that the owner of the golden hair would not return to the cafe.

How can someone who has died return to the world, unless the news he receives is misinformed.

Ckitt!

The car stopped in the parking lot, Alrescha got off after paying double the fare, remembering if he took this taxi from the apartment to various places before finally going to the airport.

Slam!

With a straight gaze and firmly stomping feet, Alrescha walked towards the lounge where his brother was waiting for him. He could also see from here some people were sitting on the sofa over there and he increased his pace.

Tap!

"Am I late?" asked Alrescha, when he reached the side of the sofa where his brother and an assistant were sitting.

"Ah!" Elfa turned and shook his head, smiling slightly when his brother finally arrived at the airport. "No, you're not late. We came too early," he continued explaining.

Alresha just nodded, then sat down on the other sofa and his brother looked at the watch in his hand.

"There is still 1 hour to take off. Tickets and passports have also been taken care of, you only need to enter the plane when the time comes," said Elfa as his brother sat down without much comment.

"Hn, I understand," said Alrescha briefly, nodding slightly with a glance to look at his brother.

Elfa this time did not return with words. He just nodded slightly, then looked at his assistant who was also looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

He shook his head when he understood the meaning of the questioning gaze and the atmosphere suddenly turned silent. Yes..., although it wasn't that quiet when there were a lot of people around them.

The silence of the three with two bodyguards standing was broken by the sound of a call from the loudspeaker, which warned that the flight to America was about to start.

Alresha, without wasting time, immediately got up from his seat. He shook off the coat he was wearing, watching what his brother was doing.

Scrap!

There was the sound of scraping paper, with Elfa now holding out a sheet of paper to his brother. "Here, take it."

"What's this?" Alrescha asked without taking it and instead looked with an eyebrow raised, confused.

"Take it, you can read it when you get on the plane. Sorry if you can't explain it directly," Elfa explained, but Alrescha who heard it was even more confused.

The paper was still outstretched towards him, Alrescha decided to take it and then put it in his coat pocket. Then after that, he received his older brother's long embrace, which patted him on the back a few times a little harder.

Pat! Pat! Pat!

"Take care of yourself, there your life will be different and I hope you can get through it without any major difficulties," Elfa whispered softly, as if conveying sadness in his voice.

Alrescha nodded slightly in response, then broke the hug with a sigh of disapproval heard from his brother.

"I will miss you very much, Al. Sorry again."

"Hn." Alrescha just mumbled hearing that, then stepped away from the lounge towards the examination door.

Now, Elfarebi can only see the back of his brother who is getting further away, with his fists clenched on either side of his body.

"Willy."

"Yes Boss?" said Willy, who faithfully stood beside the Boss and his friend.

"Keep monitoring Al wherever he is. Then, when he is active in the office, make sure his assistant is also a great person," Elfa ordered without looking back, where Willy nodded in understanding.

"Yes Boss!"

"Then we go home," added Elfa.

He left the lounge first and Willy followed him from behind. Until the two of them disappeared, leaving the sofa which was now occupied by someone else.

While Elfa was leaving the airport, on the plane itself, Alrescha was seen sitting back in the first class seat.

Compared to a chair, the place where Alrescha was currently staying was more like a room, with a door as a barrier from the view of the people around him.

Long trips to America will certainly be more comfortable with this service. But apparently not, because still wherever he is, he will daydream with many memories to remember.

Alrescha took off the coat he was wearing, then frowned when he saw the folded paper as he was about to put his coat on the bed.

Ah! That's right, this was the paper his brother gave him and he could read it when he was on the plane.

However, he paused as he was about to unfold it and decided to read it later, that too if he was in a good mood.

He put the paper back in his coat pocket, then returned to his favorite activity lately, daydreaming. Yes ..., especially if not daydreaming and looking at the night sky out there with a blank stare.

"Gretta... you're still alive right?"

***

Seveenth cafe

The Seveenth family cafe is still busy with lots of customers coming and going.

At the counter, you can see Mr. Ronny and his daughter—Ayana, who had just finished delivering orders.

Ayana stood while looking at the table which was now marked with a reservation. Signs that will be installed indefinitely. Yes, that's also because even the owner of the table by now would have been on the plane and had come home at some point.

She remembers when a customer said a request, while at the same time giving her something to buy a table.

Table purchases?

Compared to purchases. Actually, the customer said he wanted the table not to be filled by other people and would become a permanent chair, when the customer had returned from his struggle.

She also got another reason by mentioning the name of a woman whom she considered as a sister.

Yes, a customer named Alrescha gave her a card, with unlimited black color along with a pin number for the cost per day of the table that was intentionally left blank.

She didn't know the reason. But, when she saw that serious look she could only nod and her father agreed.

"Papa, where exactly is Gretta? Why is behind Alrescha's usual explanation, he seems to be hiding something?" Ayana asked the father who stopped from cleaning the counter.

"I don't know, Aya. But wherever they are, I hope that everything is fine," said Ronny without giving a satisfactory answer to the pouting princess.

He also of course wants the best for both of them, moreover he can feel the love emitted by the sharp eyes of a man named Alrescha when he mentions Gretta's name.

"Um, I just missed Gretta."

Ronny, who heard those earnest words, put on a nosy smile, teasing the princess with up and down eyebrows. Reaping the last moans of disgust and laughter that followed.

"Cough…. Who starts to open up has a sense of longing."

"Ugh! Papa! How annoying."

Ha-ha-ha . . .

"When Gretta comes back here, let her alone occupy the table. Or, when I return from America, just let me also occupy the table forever."