🔪Mafia — Ch.21 — Petunjuk Clover Club

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 The Hint of Clover Club The bar lighting was turned slightly softer. As if the night itself had been deliberately reduced to just the distance between two people. Gakupo didn’t speak. He simply turned around and took several bottles from the shelf. His movements were steady. As if he had already decided what he was going to make. Luka leaned against the bar counter, watching him. “Your turn?” she asked. “Yeah.” He replied. He picked up the shaker. First, he poured gin. Then a small amount of lemon juice and raspberry syrup. The color slowly began to shift. From clear. To a faint red. Then gradually deepened into a soft pink. Luka’s gaze paused. “Pink?” Gakupo didn’t look up. “Clover Club.” he answered. He added egg white. Closed the shaker. And began to shake. The sound of ice was clean inside the bar. Not like a mission. More like a carefully controlled rhythm. Luka watched him. This time, she didn’t look away. When he stopped, the liquid was poured into a glass. Foam rose slowly. Like soft clouds. Carrying a faint rose-pink hue. He pushed the glass toward her. Without explanation. Without unnecessary movement. “Try it.” Luka looked at the drink. Didn’t reach for it immediately. “Is this for a customer?” Gakupo looked up. Paused for a second. “It’s for you.” Silence fell for a moment. Luka smiled faintly. But said nothing. She simply picked up the glass. The glass was cold when her fingers touched it. But the color felt warm. She took a sip. The foam left a very light touch on her lips. She paused. As if confirming the taste. And something deeper. “It’s very soft.” she said. Gakupo didn’t answer immediately. Just looked at her. “Like me?” she asked suddenly. Her tone was light. This time, Gakupo paused longer than before. “Like your first layer.” he said. Luka slightly froze. He added, “The layer no one has seen yet.” The glass reflected softly under the light. The pink looked like emotion dyed into the night. Luka looked down at the drink. Didn’t ask further. She only said softly, “Then… do you see it?” Gakupo didn’t look away. “I’m looking at it.” The night didn’t grow darker. But something between them had become harder to define. --- Melayu Lampu bar dimalapkan sedikit. Seolah-olah malam itu sendiri dipaksa menjadi hanya jarak antara dua orang. Gakupo tidak bercakap. Dia hanya berpusing dan mengambil beberapa botol dari rak. Pergerakannya stabil. Seolah-olah dia sudah tahu apa yang ingin dibuat. Luka bersandar di kaunter bar, memerhatikannya. “Giliran kamu?” dia bertanya. “Ya.” jawabnya. Dia mengambil shaker. Mula-mula, dia menuang gin. Kemudian sedikit jus lemon dan sirap raspberi. Warna perlahan-lahan berubah. Daripada jernih. Menjadi merah lembut. Kemudian semakin dalam menjadi merah jambu yang halus. Pandangan Luka terhenti seketika. “Merah jambu?” Gakupo tidak mengangkat kepala. “Clover Club.” jawabnya. Dia menambah putih telur. Menutup shaker. Dan mula menggoncang. Bunyi ais di dalam bar kedengaran bersih. Bukan seperti misi. Lebih seperti ritma yang dikawal dengan teliti. Luka memerhatikannya. Kali ini dia tidak mengalihkan pandangan. Apabila dia berhenti, cecair itu dituangkan ke dalam gelas. Buih naik perlahan. Seperti awan lembut. Dengan warna merah jambu mawar yang samar. Dia menghulurkan gelas itu kepadanya. Tanpa penjelasan. Tanpa pergerakan berlebihan. “Cuba.” Luka melihat minuman itu. Tidak terus mengambilnya. “Ini untuk pelanggan?” Gakupo mengangkat pandangan. Berhenti seketika. “Untuk kamu.” Keheningan berlaku seketika. Luka tersenyum kecil. Tetapi tidak berkata apa-apa. Dia hanya mengambil gelas itu. Apabila jarinya menyentuh kaca, ia terasa sejuk. Tetapi warnanya terasa hangat. Dia minum sedikit. Buih itu meninggalkan sentuhan lembut di bibirnya. Dia berhenti. Seolah-olah mengesahkan rasa itu. Dan sesuatu yang lebih dalam. “Sangat lembut.” katanya. Gakupo tidak segera menjawab. Hanya memandangnya. “Seperti saya?” tanya Luka tiba-tiba. Nada suaranya ringan. Kali ini Gakupo berhenti lebih lama daripada sebelumnya. “Seperti lapisan pertama kamu.” katanya. Luka sedikit terdiam. Dia menambah, “Lapisan yang belum pernah dilihat oleh sesiapa.” Gelas itu memantulkan cahaya lembut. Warna merah jambu itu seperti emosi yang diwarnakan ke dalam malam. Luka memandang minuman itu. Tidak bertanya lagi. Dia hanya berkata perlahan, “Jadi… kamu nampak?” Gakupo tidak mengalihkan pandangan. “Saya sedang melihatnya.” Malam tidak menjadi lebih gelap. Tetapi sesuatu antara mereka telah menjadi lebih sukar untuk ditafsirkan.