Well… well… well… there you are my expectators and pupils who were expecting me to write another story because it’s addicting. Well anyway, as I woke up today and I found out that I don’t have coffee anymore. The coffee that Oli gave me last month from Vietnam is already consummated. I panicked and twirls like a Tasmanian devil around the kitchen looking for some coffee in my cupboards and the fridge, luckily I found a red package that reads “Vietnam’s coffee from the Highland”. I don’t remember where it came from maybe Shun gave it to me. Anyway I had it pressed on with “Angelu” my new coffee press. Pressing the grains a story formed in my heady brain and I called it “The legend of the Coffee Maker”.
Okay gays and more gays at the back listen as I know a lot of you can relate to this story of mine. Okay here it goes…
THE LEGEND OF THE COFFEE MAKER
Once upon a time in a world similar to ours, a 30 something handsome gay lived a solitary life. His name is Miguelita. He lives alone with his plants and herbs. Miguelita is very kind, quite and disciplined. In his lifetime he was never been in love and his shapely ass is a virgin. Though he had some crushes with some men in the town, he doesn’t have the courage to take on them. He just contend himself with the warmth of his lonely hands and the comfort of naked immobile men in the magazines. He frequents the church during Sundays and always guiltily asked for forgiveness about his being different from the other men in their goddamn conformist town. He doesn’t have a lot of friends but he had one good friend “Nene” - the town’s dressmaker. Nene is also gay who is gregarious and funny as oppose to Miguelita’s stoic image.
Miguelita owns a small coffee shop which he inherited from his deceased gay father. (Yeah homosexuality is inborn it’s not airborne.) The coffee shop he had is quite popular as his coffee is very good more than Starbucks and it’s cheap as well. A lot of people drink coffee in his shop especially doctors and nurses because the shop is located near the town hospital. Being a quite and small businessman Miguelita is always optimistic. He always keeps the wind behind his back and the sun on his face. For him all the immediate unknowns are better than knowing about his tired and lonely life.
Motherless since he was young, no relatives in town, and raised by his gay father who is a migrant from a distant country, Miguelita grew up a loner. Everyday of his life he just makes good coffee and serves biscuits to his customers. Except for some occasion when he would joins Nene going to the city to buy supplies and stuff. Life for him is a constant grinding and brewing coffee until one rainy night when a man came to his shop.
It’s almost midnight and Miguelita is checking on his day’s ledger, when a man without umbrella storms to his coffee shop. Water is dripping at the adobe tiled floor where the man shakes himself out of the rainwater from his brown jacket. He took the jacket off and lazily hangs it on a chair spine and he smiled at Miguelita.
Okay gays and more gays at the back listen as I know a lot of you can relate to this story of mine. Okay here it goes…
THE LEGEND OF THE COFFEE MAKER
Once upon a time in a world similar to ours, a 30 something handsome gay lived a solitary life. His name is Miguelita. He lives alone with his plants and herbs. Miguelita is very kind, quite and disciplined. In his lifetime he was never been in love and his shapely ass is a virgin. Though he had some crushes with some men in the town, he doesn’t have the courage to take on them. He just contend himself with the warmth of his lonely hands and the comfort of naked immobile men in the magazines. He frequents the church during Sundays and always guiltily asked for forgiveness about his being different from the other men in their goddamn conformist town. He doesn’t have a lot of friends but he had one good friend “Nene” - the town’s dressmaker. Nene is also gay who is gregarious and funny as oppose to Miguelita’s stoic image.
Miguelita owns a small coffee shop which he inherited from his deceased gay father. (Yeah homosexuality is inborn it’s not airborne.) The coffee shop he had is quite popular as his coffee is very good more than Starbucks and it’s cheap as well. A lot of people drink coffee in his shop especially doctors and nurses because the shop is located near the town hospital. Being a quite and small businessman Miguelita is always optimistic. He always keeps the wind behind his back and the sun on his face. For him all the immediate unknowns are better than knowing about his tired and lonely life.
Motherless since he was young, no relatives in town, and raised by his gay father who is a migrant from a distant country, Miguelita grew up a loner. Everyday of his life he just makes good coffee and serves biscuits to his customers. Except for some occasion when he would joins Nene going to the city to buy supplies and stuff. Life for him is a constant grinding and brewing coffee until one rainy night when a man came to his shop.
It’s almost midnight and Miguelita is checking on his day’s ledger, when a man without umbrella storms to his coffee shop. Water is dripping at the adobe tiled floor where the man shakes himself out of the rainwater from his brown jacket. He took the jacket off and lazily hangs it on a chair spine and he smiled at Miguelita.
As if the camera is shifted quickly to Miguelita who looks at him in slow motion. Miguelita’s eyes see love for the first time. Seconds felt like a million light years away and everything in the coffee shop looks bright and pink, the sleeping flowers on the vases wake up to full bloom, the mosquitos and night insects disappear, and strangely Melissa Manchester’s “Looking through the Eyes of Love” starts to play on the background.
Hi, good evening, are you still serving coffee? The stranger asked politely and waited for a reply that never come.
Hey? Are you okay? Mister? The stranger asked again.
Miguelita stared at him blankly with a strange smile at the corners of his pouting lips. The lizard on the wall wants to slap the homosexual. The sound of the stranger’s snapping fingers wakes him up and he replied blanky.
Ummmhhh… yeah I’m available… uhhhmmm… yeah!!! I’m still open… Miguelita replied nervously and tried to regain his croaking throat as he summon his courage to appear normal even though his heart thumps like the thumper they used in “Dune” to summon the worms.
“I want the blackest coffee you have without sugar.” The stranger requested as he smiled at Miguelita. He has the most beautiful smile in the whole wide world ever. Of course Miguelita almost died.
“O… okay”… Miguelita replied like a young gay with ants in his underwear.
Forgetting the day’s ledger the homosexual quickly grind his most expensive coffee he kept in his cupboard and brewed it to perfection and he even strained it an expensive Egyptian cotton as he put the dark liquid in a beautiful blue coffee mug. Melissa Manchester continues to wail in the background.
The stranger sits by the door area and watched the rain pouring like hell. Miguelita served him the coffee and he put some biscuits on the side, he even bothered to put a small flower in a small vase and he put the trayful on the stranger’s table, gesturing that the coffee is ready.
“Enjoy your coffee sir”. Miguelita announced to the stranger who was fumbling for something from his pocket and brought some cash and he put it in the table gesturing to Miguelita to pick it up and said. “Thank you” as he smiled again to the love strucked gay. Again Miguelita almost died.
Miguelita picks up the money and the tray and started to go to the counter when the stranger called to him and asked the startled homosexual if he could join him…
Hi, good evening, are you still serving coffee? The stranger asked politely and waited for a reply that never come.
Hey? Are you okay? Mister? The stranger asked again.
Miguelita stared at him blankly with a strange smile at the corners of his pouting lips. The lizard on the wall wants to slap the homosexual. The sound of the stranger’s snapping fingers wakes him up and he replied blanky.
Ummmhhh… yeah I’m available… uhhhmmm… yeah!!! I’m still open… Miguelita replied nervously and tried to regain his croaking throat as he summon his courage to appear normal even though his heart thumps like the thumper they used in “Dune” to summon the worms.
“I want the blackest coffee you have without sugar.” The stranger requested as he smiled at Miguelita. He has the most beautiful smile in the whole wide world ever. Of course Miguelita almost died.
“O… okay”… Miguelita replied like a young gay with ants in his underwear.
Forgetting the day’s ledger the homosexual quickly grind his most expensive coffee he kept in his cupboard and brewed it to perfection and he even strained it an expensive Egyptian cotton as he put the dark liquid in a beautiful blue coffee mug. Melissa Manchester continues to wail in the background.
The stranger sits by the door area and watched the rain pouring like hell. Miguelita served him the coffee and he put some biscuits on the side, he even bothered to put a small flower in a small vase and he put the trayful on the stranger’s table, gesturing that the coffee is ready.
“Enjoy your coffee sir”. Miguelita announced to the stranger who was fumbling for something from his pocket and brought some cash and he put it in the table gesturing to Miguelita to pick it up and said. “Thank you” as he smiled again to the love strucked gay. Again Miguelita almost died.
Miguelita picks up the money and the tray and started to go to the counter when the stranger called to him and asked the startled homosexual if he could join him…
To be continued… bwahahahahahaha…
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