"There's no one! Maybe it's just the leaves rustling!" Maxime returned to the kitchen. In an instant, the fragrant aroma of fried cassava filled the kitchen, making his mouth water. Maxime couldn't wait. He immediately took the cooked cassava and inhaled the warm aroma while smiling with satisfaction. "With a little creativity, this morning will be more special," muttered Maxime, while eating crunchy and tasty cassava as a complement to his hot tea. "Life is delicious if we can be grateful for it," muttered Maxime, feeling incomparable pleasure. "Hopefully, in the future, I can be like a grandfather who is still useful to other people even though his body is gone. Maxime is grateful to have met someone as good as your grandfather," muttered Maxime, stroking Grandpa Ernest's clothes which he was now wearing. As the day wore on, Maxime returned to his activities in the garden. He planted the cut cassava stems one by one with great hope, "Hopefully your cassava will grow well and wil
Tjoe covered his face with his hands as he vomited the contents of his stomach. He panted, trying to hold back the pain and embarrassment. Maxime helped him pull over, trying to defuse the situation, "I have to take you to the hospital right now."However, midway through the journey, the atmosphere became tense. Tjoe suddenly struggled and pushed Maxime with unexpected strength. "Insolent! How dare you snatch him from me!" he muttered in a voice full of disappointment and confusion.Maxime was shocked by the attack, his face filled with confusion and pain from the wound he had just suffered. With mixed feelings of worry and disappointment. Maxime tries to understand what is happening to Tjoe. Even though he was hurt, he still maintained his calm demeanor, "Tjie, I'm not trying to take anything from you. I just want to help you," said Maxime in a trembling voice, trying to penetrate the confusion that was rampant in Tjoe's mind.But Tjoe just looked at him with eyes that radiated despa
"Maxime can only pray for the best for Dad. I hope this is just a hallucination because he misses you too much." Maxime said goodbye from Mr. Cokro's house to continue his work in the garden. Maxime's business is growing, now he has several bosses who accommodate his harvest. He no longer needs to sell directly at the market, "I have to go to grandfather Leonardo's grave to make a pilgrimage and say thank you for what he has given me. Maybe I would live under a bridge and continue to starve if I didn't meet him." Maxime walked along the garden and path to the cemetery. On his way, Maxime saw a man with a suspicious attitude, "Who is that?" Maxime muttered curiously and approached the man. "That's like Tjoe! Why is he here hanging a rope from that tree?" said Maxime, still watching Tjoe from a distance of five meters. Tjoe got down from the tree and stood on a chair and tied the rope around his neck, "He's definitely going to kill himself!" shouted Maxime, running to prevent Tjoe fr
Maxime walked with firm steps, his eyes radiating strong determination. "I won't stay silent! This is grandfather's house, not mine. If that person has a problem with me, he shouldn't be like this!" he said with emotion, his voice shaking with mounting anger. He continued to hold his hands ready to hit anyone involved in destroying Ernest's grandfather's house. Mr. Cokro approached him gently, "Be patient, Max, as long as we are alive we will never be able to run away from problems. You will definitely be strong in facing all of this," he said with confidence, trying to calm Maxime who was being hit by burning anger. "But this is really too much!" Maxime hissed, his eyes bulging in deep anger. Mr Cokro nodded, "I understand Thur. But let's handle this with a cool head. We can't let emotions control our actions." Maxime nodded even though he was still full of emotion. "I will find out who is behind all this. They can't get away with it!" Mr. Cokro raised an eyebrow, "Remember, jus
Maxime staggered backwards while holding back the pain in his stomach. However, he had no intention of returning Tjoe's blow. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Tjoe, I know you're angry. But listen to me for a moment."Tjoe, still filled with anger, punched again, but this time Maxime managed to dodge and immediately grabbed both of Tjoe's hands, stopping the next attack. "Tjoe, Rafael didn't choose Lea because of me. He chose Lea because he loved her. Lea also chose Rafael. Love can't be forced, Tjoe."Tjoe tried to get away, but Maxime held him tightly. "Tjoe, you have to face this reality. We are all friends. I never intended to hurt you."Slowly, Tjoe's emotions began to subside. He stopped struggling and looked at Maxime in confusion. "But why? Why did everything happen so fast?"Maxime let go of his hand and sighed. "Sometimes, in life, we can't control other people's feelings. I can't control Rafael and Lea's feelings either. What happened wasn't your fault, it wasn't anyone's fault
Time passed so quickly, "Friend's Coffee" became more and more crowded until one afternoon, when Maxime and Tjoe were busy serving their loyal customers, the cafe door opened loudly and Rafael, who was jealous of their success, entered with a face full of anger.With big steps and without further ado, Rafael started tearing apart the cafe. He knocked over chairs, overturned tables, and spilled coffee on the floor. The customers screamed in fear, while Maxime and Tjoe were silent for a moment, shocked by the sudden chaos.Maxime immediately stepped forward, his anger evident in his eyes. "What are you thinking, Rafael? Why are you doing this?" he shouted in a trembling voice.Rafael, with a face full of revenge, replied, "I won't let your business go well Maxime!"Tjoe, who was always calm, tried to calm the situation. "Rafael, this is not the right way to solve the problem. Let's talk about it with a cool head."However, Rafael didn't want to listen. He continued to damage equipment i
Maxime quickened his pace, following the footsteps of Rafael who moved quickly between the cafe tables. His heart was full of suspicion and anger."Rafael!" she exclaimed when she managed to get close to the figure. Rafael turned around, looking surprised and worried."Maxime, wait a minute," Rafael pleaded, hands raised as if asking for mercy. "I know you're angry, but listen to me for a second."Maxime crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze sharp. "You think I'll trust you again after everything that happened?"Rafael bowed his head, his voice trembling. "I'm sorry, Maxime. Really, I don't know what to do anymore." He let out a long breath, looking very desperate. "I'm broke. The business I thought was going to work turned out to ruin everything. Dad... our father now has to live under a bridge because of me."Maxime frowned, slightly loosening his defensive stance. "Our father? How can that be?""After all the failed investments, we lost everything," Rafael continued in a hoarse
"Rafael, I don't think I can involve you in my cafe," Maxime said quietly, trying to keep his composure."What do you mean, Max?" asked Rafael, his face showing confusion."I was going to tell you to work at my cafe, but Tjoe didn't agree with that," Maxime said, his voice firm but regretful.Rafael was silent for a moment, then his eyes lit up with disappointment. "So you'd take Tjoe's word over helping your own brother?" he asked bitterly.Maxime sighed heavily. "Rafael, this isn't about choosing Tjoe or you. It's about keeping our cafe that we've worked so hard to build. I can't take a risk that could destroy it all."Rafael smiled bitterly, nodding slowly. "I understand, Max. Maybe you're right. I'm the one who always brings trouble. I don't want to trouble you further."Maxime felt a wave of pain when he saw Rafael's expression. "Rafael, wait. It's not about being troublesome or not. We can find other ways to help you."But Rafael had already decided. "No need, Max. I'll just lea