Olive found herself in the center of attention now. It wasn't her fault that so many eyes were on her. Besides, why did Marta have to complicate the costume selection? With a feathered hairpin perched high on her head, Olive looked like a medieval noblewoman attending a party. She didn't want to waste money on all the fancy apartments that Marta had offered.
"What a waste of money," she muttered. Even though the reason Olive gave was that she had the right outfit for tonight's gala theme, she didn't want the hassle of renting an apartment and preferred to stick to her style. After all, the dress she was wearing was far from tacky. In fact, it received many compliments.
At Gajah Mada, Sonia rarely chose complicated themes. She always consulted with her subordinates, made fair decisions, and helped prepare everything to make it easier. Different heads, different ideas, indeed.
"Watch out, Liv!" Yossie shouted in surprise as someone rushed towards them.
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"Are you sure?" Riana asks with a skeptical look. "I don't really care about your outfit, but it would have been more appropriate with that cardigan earlier.""It just disappeared," Olive grumbles, not taking it well. "And I didn't even bring a spare blazer or jacket. I regret this. I usually bring extra clothes.""What are we going to do now?" Yossie looks panicked. "The event is about to start. Well, it's dinner first, though."Riana sighs in frustration, while Olive is bewildered. She can only pace back and forth aimlessly, not sure what to do. "I'll stay in the room. You guys go ahead," Olive says softly, accompanied by a smile.When she's locked in the bathroom, she panics for a moment and screams for help. Stupidly, she forgot to bring her bag with her phone. She quickly contacts Yossie and Riana, who arrive soon after. The bathroom appears to be locked from the outside, as if it was intentional. But who did this to Olive?"Look
The dinner spread in front of her made Olive lose focus. It was so delicious. She wanted to try everything. Basically, Olive and food were the most perfect collaboration. She wouldn't miss a dinner as delicious as this one. Olive wouldn't mind eating fried chicken from a street vendor, let alone in a place like this."Why just stare? Is something missing? Or do you want ice cream?""Later!" Olive interjects quickly. "That's easy.""Well then, what are you waiting for? Why not just eat?"Olive pouts. "Do you really think I'd be so rude as to start eating while you're getting everything for me? And it's served, too. My life is so good."Thomas laughs. Even though Thomas intended to get all kinds of food, regardless of the portion, he didn't care. He was sure Olive could finish it all. She often had no shame when it came to serving size, especially when it matched her taste. Oh, one more thing, if she was hungry, she never chose the food she wanted.
"Just a little. Consider it a palate cleanser."Olive's lips pout even more."I waited in line for you, you know.""Who asked you to?""Eat." This time, Thomas doesn't playfully push Olive. "Or do you want me to feed you?""Are you being silly, sir?" The girl pouts, unwillingly accepting the small plate of salad. Not too much. Everything is just right, but Olive is still somewhat full. The effects of holding back her anger and frustration from someone mischievously locking her in the bathroom. What was the point of that, anyway?Who on earth would do something so foolish?Perhaps because her frustration has built up so much, Olive eats with a pout on her face. She stabs her fork into the salad a bit roughly, creating quite an annoying sound."What's wrong? Is the salad not good?"Olive blinks. "Uh... it's good, actually. Really good. I like the watermelon slices. So refreshing. Didn't you take any?""It's gone," T
Olive had lost count of how many times she had rolled her eyes because of Darius and Riana's singing and humming loudly in the backseat. Oh, not to forget Yossie, whom Olive had tried to seat between her two noisy friends, but she had also joined in the deliberately created excitement.Darius said, "Let's not make it quiet. Besides, Mr. Thomas didn't object, right, sir?"Thomas was asked, and his response was just a smirk. He even agreed and slightly increased the volume of the car's audio. That only fueled Olive's irritation further. Her arms had been crossed over her chest for a while now."Just enjoy the moment, Liv," Thomas said with a chuckle. "They're having fun. They're not uptight and know their place. Besides, this is outside the office, so it's fine if they're relaxed like this.""Annoying, you know that, sir," grumbled Olive."Why don't you just say you want to be alone with me but can't because they're here? Isn't that it?"Olive
"Quoting your speech, you have to do the job responsibly," Thomas says with a grin. "I'm curious about how you take responsibility, Liv.""Mr. Thomas, don't make me more scared, please," Olive complained."That's why I immediately got a license to approach you, Rin."Olive pouted. "That's a different matter.""Huh? In front of others, they consider us a couple. Isn't it true? How long do you want to keep pretending? I can't stand lying all the time. I'll do it just for you."Olive's shoulders drooped even more."Or do you prefer me being close to Marta?""Ih, Mr. Thomas, you have no idea what triggered Olive to come down yesterday," Riana quickly interjected. Olive immediately turned her head and looked at her friend intently. Her heart began to beat irregularly because Riana was more than just a secret revealer, unlike Dela. Riana's role here was not to bring Olive down."What do you mean?""It's because of Dela's Whats
"Mom," Thomas called out. This time, he sat down comfortably while propping himself up. Talking to his mother on the phone was always fun, even though he had to ask this and that, including health and her daily life back in their hometown. Sometimes Thomas wanted to visit his mother there, with a sudden surprise. Just to avoid her persistent complaints about not being visited by Thomas.Like now.Since he entered the apartment, his phone had been ringing loudly. His mother's name appeared on the screen, and he immediately answered it. He didn't want to be disobedient by not responding to her calls. Don't worry, Thomas was in the living room. He hadn't even gone to the bathroom yet to change his clothes."Did you hear Mom's words, huh?""I heard, Mom," Thomas chuckled. "Until Mom wants to eat beef soup in Kauman’s market, right? I heard all of Mom's stories. The other day, Mom went to the doctor with Mrs. Ginem. Two days ago, Mom attended a religious
Thomas fell silent again."You're financially stable, mature for your age, and above-average looking. But if Olive's mother has already said that, what else can be concluded other than Olive already having a fiancé? Maybe you just don't know yet, Tom."His mother's words left him in doubt. But what could he do when his body betrayed him? He and his motorcycle were now in front of Olive's house. As soon as he realized it, he grabbed his phone to let the girl know he had arrived.Not long after, Olive came out of her house. She had a annoyed look on her face, and her mouth was purposely pushed forward a few centimeters. Not to mention her steps, deliberately stomping in irritation. But in Thomas's eyes, Olive's face this morning shone as brightly as the morning sun. It was not only warm but also showed a unique enthusiasm.People in love were different, huh? Just like Thomas. Everything looked beautiful to him."Good morning, Liv," Thomas gree
Late at night, after Thomas had dropped off Olive from the gathering."Sit here, Liv," her mother commands. A cigarette still lingers in her hand, and the smoke is still wafting, accompanied by a half-full coffee cup. Her mother claims that smoking without coffee doesn't feel right, though Olive can't quite fathom the correlation.She's not a fan of either of those things. She's a bit puzzled, to be honest, why her mother is so fond of smoking and drinking coffee. But her face still glows, shimmers, and looks naturally beautiful. Supposedly, cigarette smoke can make wrinkles more visible, but not for her mother. What's her secret, anyway?"Mom, aren't you working?" Olive asks with a hint of suspicion. It's already eight in the evening. Her mother is usually getting ready to head to the café to make some money."I took the day off today."Olive's brow furrows. "I know your schedule. Today isn't a day off." She takes a seat beside her mother. The evening breeze that's been playing with