Fiction List | Author's Blog Every Saturday morning.

Yes.

A manly figure will appear from the end of the road and he will make a turn on his right towards another long road. He runs in his white shoes and his ears are plugged with earphones. Sometimes he would use a black beanie or colorful caps to cover his head.

Every Saturday morning, at 7:30 am.

And the latter would make a turn, back to the road where he come at first when it strikes 8 am. Perfect 30 minutes of jogging. At that time, I always had my duty done. I always wiped the clear glass windows at 7 am and then finished it when 7:30 am. Then I would continue arranging the tables and the chairs in the book cafe. My everyday schedule.

“Arisa, would you mind coming here for a second ?” A man with puffy cheeks smiled when I walked to the counter. Minseok handed over a bunch of keys into my hands.

“Today, I want you to takeover the counter near the bookshelves with Jongdae.” I nodded and kept the rag in my hands inside the little room near the toilet. I wouldn’t refuse, it was my bad habit. I never let out the word ‘no’ from my tiny lips. I tied my hair into a bun and quickly grabbed my white bag, my legs walked to the other building on the left.

The café was actually a library café. The idea was somehow creative, people would come and sip a cup of drink while reading some novels or masterpiece. Minseok and Jongdae were the owners of the library café, so it did explain they had a strong passion towards coffees and pastries. I opened up the big, black sliding door after unlocked it. The bookshelves were little bit dusty as it was closed for two days and I never knew why.

Thursday and Friday. Jongdae never let anyone to open the library on these two days, to be honest – it was his library and it was his personal order. Of course, Thursday and Friday turned out to be off-days of the library café. The build-in bookshelves were up high to the ceiling, at the every end of the shelves, the automatic ladder were placed and lately Jongdae upgraded the ladder with something he called accelerator.

It feels like Hogwarts library in Harry Potter the Series.

It really does.

Jongdae labeled each of the books and marked them with specific colours according to his preference. From mangas to encyclopedias, it was Jongdae’s. Old scripts and scrolls were also his belonging. Minseok said he inherited it from his ancestors and I knew Jongdae might be one of the royal blood.

Or he might not.

“Ah, you’re here..! Han Arisa, as early as always.”

It does sound like insults but hey, it’s Jongdae. He’s always a troll and he always be one. I never care what ever he said as long as it’s not something that Jongdae tends to be serious about it. I grinned.

‘Yes. As always.’ I gestured the sign language with my hands.

“Mind to practice how to talk with me ? Arisa, it’s been three days you ditched your voice.”

“I-I d-did n-not.”

“You’re much better with sign language. Keep it up.” My jaws dropped. He wouldn’t have ‘troll’ as his nickname after all.



I am Han Arisa and I could not talk properly.

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