Man, today was a wild ride. I’m a barista in Cikarang, and lemme tell ya, this city never sleeps. I woke up late, of course. Alarm? What alarm? I sprinted outta bed, threw on my apron, and dashed to the café on Jl. Raya Cikarang.
The sun was blazing, like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I mean, c’mon, it’s Indonesia! I get to the café, and the line is already out the door. Like, seriously? It’s 8 AM! But hey, I love the hustle. I start slingin’ lattes and cappuccinos like a pro.
Then, this dude walks in. He’s got a shirt that says “I ❤️ Cikarang.” I’m like, “Bro, you’re in the right place!” But then he orders a decaf. A DECaf! I almost dropped my espresso machine. Who orders decaf in a city that’s buzzing with energy? I mean, c’mon!
So, I’m makin’ his drink, and my coworker, Rina, spills a whole jug of milk. It’s like a dairy explosion! I’m laughing, but also kinda mad. We’re gonna be cleaning that up for ages. But Rina just shrugs and says, “At least it’s not the coffee!” Classic Rina.
After the morning rush, I finally get a breather. I step outside for a sec, and wow, the streets of Cikarang are alive. Jl. Cikarang Barat is packed with motorbikes, and the smell of street food is everywhere. I can’t resist. I grab some nasi goreng from a vendor. Best decision ever.
But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I run back inside, and the café is packed again. People are huddled in, sipping their drinks, looking like drowned rats. I can’t help but chuckle.
Then, this lady comes in, all flustered. She’s like, “I need a coffee, like, NOW!” I whip up a double shot, and she downs it like it’s water. I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” But she just smiles and says, “I’m late for a meeting!”
I get it. Cikarang’s got that vibe. Everyone’s hustlin’. But then, I overhear some guys talking about the new mall opening on Jl. Raya. They’re hyped, and I can’t blame ‘em. Cikarang’s growing fast, and it’s exciting. But also, kinda scary.
By the time the afternoon hits, I’m running on caffeine and adrenaline. I spill some coffee on my shirt. Great. Just great. I look like a mess. But whatever, right? I’m in Cikarang!
Then, this kid walks in, maybe 10 years old. He’s got a huge smile and orders a hot chocolate. I make it extra special, with whipped cream and sprinkles. His face lights up, and I swear, that made my day.
But then, the power goes out. Just like that. The whole café goes dark. People start freaking out. I’m like, “Guys, chill! We’re in Cikarang! This happens!” I grab my phone, turn on the flashlight, and start making drinks by phone light. It’s chaotic, but kinda fun.
Finally, the lights flicker back on, and everyone cheers. I’m just glad I didn’t burn the place down. The day wraps up, and I’m exhausted but happy. Cikarang, you crazy city, you’ve got my heart.
I head home, thinking about all the wild stuff that happened. I love this place, even when it drives me nuts. Can’t wait for tomorrow. Who knows what’ll happen next?