Rooftop

The next day something confusing happened.

Last night I wrote until more than midnight. I don't remember exactly when I finished.

I stopped writing when I felt so tired. When my fingers are no longer stuck to type.

Although my imagination still continues to work, but when the fingers are tired and the body has refused to sit and type, continuing the plot of the story, then I can only give up for that moment. I have to rest.

When I went to bed, I just opened my phone. There was an incoming message from someone I didn't expect.

Victor sent a message in a tone that made me go back to being a high schooler.

[Hello, Sarah, tomorrow afternoon, do you have time for dinner with me?]

I like the attitude to the point of Victor. But I was surprised by this sudden invitation. If I agree, it will be our second meeting in a long time. I think again of past events. That first kiss was felt back on my lips.

[I have something to talk about. I'm waiting for a reply from you]

The two messages were sent around eight o'clock in the evening. That was the moment I started writing. If I write fiction, I'll turn my phone on silent mode. I want my writing process not to be taken a break from and by anyone.

I think my imagination went well during writing. I didn't check any incoming messages on my phone at all until now. I saw the clock, about two o'clock in the morning.

Is it appropriate to reply to the message now? The distance between eight o'clock and two o'clock in the morning is five hours.

I read another message from Victor. He called me by my little name. His words also made my heart beat. Is this my chance?

So I made a unanimous decision. Now here I am, in a car whose driver is Victor himself.

Early this morning I replied, [Yes, I have time. About 8 p.m. It was a late time for dinner. Doesn't it matter?]

I thought he was asleep and would reply to my message later when the sun was up. It turned out not to be.

[Okay. I picked you up. Share your location. Where do you live now?]

The pause between my message was read by Victor and the answer went to my WA chat app for only two seconds. It made me think that all night he was waiting for a reply from me. Really?

My heart soared when I thought there was such a possibility. Doesn't that mean I'm getting into the priorities of the person he wants to meet?

I don't want to be too confident. I don't want to have high expectations for any of this either. I also tried to control myself. It is not good to hope for something uncertain. Who knows, he just wants to be friends with me again.

Victor picked me up according to the time I set. Regarding where to eat, he had already chosen. He said he was interested for a long time in eating in this place.

"Why choose to eat at the rooftop of a five-star hotel? There are many other places to eat," I asked. We were already in the hotel elevator to the rooftop.

"Because I want to see the scenery," he replied. "This hotel overlooks Merapi Mountain. I want to see the romance of Jogja at night."

An answer that surprised me very surprised.

"Are you looking for a reference place for a date?"

"That's how it is."

"Waw."

I can't even react more than that. Who does he want to date in a place like this?

When you get to the rooftop. I can understand what side of the romance he wants for him and his partner.

As soon as I got out of the elevator I could see the fashionable chairs of the restaurant lined up neatly and sweetly. There are not many chairs and tables there. The number and arrangement indicates that the place is intended only for couples. I've heard that someone who wants to eat there has to make a reservation first.

"You have already made a reservation here?"

"Already. I read the rules of the game here first," Victor replied. "Social media and their official website have given complete info on how to eat on this rooftop."

Why the hell should he bother like this?

"Actually, I don't mind being invited to eat on the side of the road," I said.

Victor laughed at my words.

"You have to feel this way every once in a while," he said.

I agree. It's good to feel like eating in a luxurious location that is sweet and clean like this. This will make me feel like an expensive woman that only certain people can meet. It also makes me feel that I deserve to feel better service over time. It also increased my enthusiasm to raise my dignity and dignity.

"Hello Sir, whose reservations have you made?" asked the employee behind the reception desk of the restaurant.

"Victor," Victor replied.

His way of speaking and style that suddenly became elegant in front of the officer was very classy. From his gesture I came to know that Victor had done things like this many times.

How often has he eaten in a place like this? For me, this kind of thing is very rare.

"Okay," the officer said, then he looked at the note from a tablet.

"Please follow me," the officer said.

The officer carried a thick black folder in his hand and a table that he had used to find reservations in Victor's name. He walked in front of us to take us to the table that Victor had already ordered.

"We will prepare the order immediately and deliver it here. Please wait," the officer said.

He's a guy who has a tapered face. The body is proportional to the neat appearance. Pantofel shoes and charming hotel uniforms. Everything is neat, from head to toe.

"And this is a menu book. Please choose the main menu and the dessert," said the officer while placing a thick black map with the label of the name of this hotel. After that, he talked to me, "Please," he said, handing me another thick black map that apparently contained a dining menu on the hotel's rooftop.

"Thank you," I said. My lips couldn't stop me from smiling.

A second later I felt the wrong costume. I shouldn't wear a jacket, t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. The officer's gaze made me realize, I look like female characters in the dramas of the rich vs. the poor. Right now, I look like a character who is lucky to be judged by the rich, invited to eat on the rooftop of a five-star hotel, and can appear as it is.

"You know. I feel like I'm wearing the wrong costume."

"I don't care about appearance," Victor said after laughing. "Since when did you pay attention to appearance? Sarah I know has always been ignorant."

"This time I can't be ignorant. The employee looked at me with those eyes," I said.

"She must be praising your beauty that radiates under this usual outfit," Victor said.

"Oh Boy… living in Jakarta for a long time turned out to really make you good at bragging!"

I don't believe his words at all.

"You think I will believe it? Well, yes, I was beautiful a long time ago," I just catapulted myself.

Victor laughed happily. I'm shaking my head.

"So, you have ordered an appetizer?"

"Yes," Victor replied with a nod of the head.

"Okay. Now what do you want to eat?"

"I heard that rooftop hotel Neo is famous for its fresh fish dishes."

We then discussed the main menu and the dessert. After meeting, we agreed to order a different meal. The appetizer also came moments after we made the decision.

When the waitress came to deliver the food with the employee who had delivered us to the table that Victor had reserved, we immediately told him the main course and dessert we wanted to enjoy.

While enjoying the appetizers, we both enjoyed the night view of Yogyakarta from this Rooftop Hotel Neo.

"I'm curious about something," I said.

Victor paid as much attention as I expected.

"Why suddenly come here? What is your real reason?"

I couldn't stop being suspicious, so instead of me just holding it in my heart, I decided to just reveal it. What's the real reason?