At night, in a cafe, you stare at a male barista, his name is Ari Hanggara. The man has a tall and sturdy posture, his face is handsome but also sweet, his voice is also soft when he speaks.

Lately you always paint Ari, be it his face, his body, or his smile in a book that says 'About Ari'. You like everything if it's Ari. Every day you always go to the cafe where he works, order the same drink and sit in the same place. Ari is used to it. There is only one name and one person you like, Ari Hanggara.

Everything about him, you like it. You finally dare to give one of the paintings about him.

"Gosh!? Is this really me!?" Ari is amazed to see the painting of himself that is very detailed.