Therefore hot midday, the sun seemed to be exactly on the top of the crown, sweating profusely...
My step rushed towards the tent stalls alongside water channel that emit the odor, my eyes search for open seat available.
Ahaa one seat near the tree, I took the empty seat and sat before order a cup of coffee.
I wanted to tell you the story about this tent stall, and why I came here regularly.
Supposedly, before this tent stall stand, Mr.Kusno, the owner is a famous barista in a posh cafe that sell a cup of coffee at a price beyond the reach of common sense, His skills hand, blended the coffee and made it a very different flavor, the cafe was so famous because of Him, and he becomes a favorite barista.
He was very proud of himself, every time he created a new variant of coffee, people like it, and they will come to taste it...
He was crazy to create many more new variant, and, as usual, people crazy to tasted it...praised his creation, until at some point He got bored, He didn't find any challenge, because He knew whatever he made people will like it, not because of the taste, but people felt they were out of date if they didn't know about it, coffee become just a lifestyle and has no meaning
He really loves coffee, and when it lose the meaning He felt so empty
For Him Offering coffee is basic client service, but how you serve that coffee says a lot about your firm.
and he lost it, coffee was not giving his customer satisfaction, its only lifestyle....
And he decided to give himself the slip from stuck feeling, he left high on the hog and find his own satisfaction...
He wanted to start from the beginning, to make a coffee not just a lifestyle for fancy people, He wanted to serve coffee for friendship.
He wanted to finding his feet, to give love for what his doing, to serve a coffee with his heart
Ans the tent stall stands, with a dull chairs and table, no air condition, no fancy customer, no more fragrant Perfumes.....no more expensive coffee, only daily chatter in between cups of coffee
He felt something was missing in the posh cafe where he work, now slowly achieved back
He could see people happy with a cup of coffee, come again not only for a coffee, they come as a friend, with daily conversation about life, family, work, sometimes religion, politics and also love.....
Warm feeling filled his heart, give satisfaction that can not be exchanged for cash......
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A cup a coffee now is a story about life, about the relationship between humans...and now Mr. Kusno added his heart to every cup of coffee he served.
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To my best friend Mr. Kusno, Thanks a billion, your story about coffee touch my heart, even though I'm not drinking coffee I got the essence through your story....
Comments
Mr. Kusno's coffee is about friendship, love and passion.....
Thanks for reading...
It is super Ratu! In my country TEA is the symbol of hospitability and agreement.
Interesting Pitse...unfortunately, I don't drink coffee dear, I only Love to see how it served and the smell it .................hmmmmm so attempting......
but for your Mr. Kusno, maybe I will try to enjoy coffee some time
Pitse...
Mr. Kusno's place is in my imagination, but still we can arrange time to meet, and try to find real Mr. Kusno in Benhil,....
The story came from one of my friend, He work as a barista, He told me about the Fancy cafe where he worked for, and tadam!!!! the ideas came up...... and I wrote this story......
thanks for reading Pitse, :-)))
Masood
just do it with your pure heart, and the result will be yours....
Thank you for reading, its really nice of you
Setareh,
thank you very much, I agree with you Setareh everything which done by all your heart would give you great feedback....like Mr. Kusno....
my pleasure to share this with you,
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