Anyway, Olive can't help but pout all day. Not in front of customers, though. That's a different story. But when it comes to what happened this morning, Olive will definitely be grumbling again. But, God, please stop all this redness on her face! Why does it keep appearing? Why do Thomas's words keep replaying in her head like a broken record?Every time she's about to manually count the money given by Yossie, Thomas's whispers echo again. Or when Dela hands over slips for her to check. But when it comes to Dela, Olive's concentration is at a thousand percent! She won't let Dela breathe easy, let alone see a smile on her face. Ew! Olive won't allow that to happen!Her eyes carefully observe every detail of Dela's corrections. "Um... like this," Olive hands the slip back to Dela, who's pouting and giving Olive a sardonic look. If gouging out those eyes were allowed, Olive would have done it since the first time Dela caused trouble. But Olive isn't that heartless. Respon

Has Olive's heart finally settled down? Nope, not yet!After being utterly surprised by Thomas's actions – well, Olive can't entirely blame him, can she? They both stooped down together to pick up the farthest sheet of paper, and then an incident occurred that Olive can't forget until now.Olive wonders if there's a CCTV camera in Thomas's office. If there is, will they review it like during internal audits? What will her face look like? Purple? Red? Green? Oh God! Why does Olive's memorable moment have to be like this?How could she forget that Thomas's face was so close to hers? Not to mention, Olive can still feel the accidental meeting of their lips? It's indescribable. Words can't capture it. Her heart felt like it was beating loudly, like it wanted to fight someone, but who? And what's even more absurd is that she bumped into the edge of a table! Yes, dear readers! This is a concoction of embarrassment, extreme embarrassment compounded by her squared

"Ready?" Thomas asked, double-checking one last time. Beside him, Olive sat casually in an oversized sweater paired with jeans and turquoise sneakers. Everything Olive wore this morning was just too cute to miss, and Thomas couldn't tear his eyes away from her since earlier. Even though Seira, who was occasionally clearing her throat, gave him a warning. Well, what more can be said? Thomas was simply too captivated."Ready," Olive replied, tidying her hair a bit. She then rolled down Thomas's car window, waving to her mother standing by the fence. "I'm heading out, Mom.""Take care, okay," Seira smiled faintly. "Tell Thomas to stay focused while driving."Thomas certainly heard Seira's words. He just grinned. "Don't worry, Mom, Olive will be safe with me.""Once you're at your mother's place, call immediately. I'll keep an eye from here, you know. I know how long the drive from Senayan to Bogor takes, especially in the morning. The traffic regulations hav

"Nah, here's my place," Thomas said, pulling the gear lever. He turned off the car engine. "Thank God we made it."Olive unbuckled her seatbelt. At the same time, Thomas briefly held Olive's arm."Let me open the door for you.""Oh, no!" Olive shook her head firmly. Her grin was wide. "I don't want to! I don't want to be 'Ba—'" Olive winced. "Okay, Bae. I don't want you to ‘Sir’ me again. Nope! Dangerous!""Am I a virus or something? Dangerous?" Thomas laughed. Especially seeing Olive's behavior, who shot out of the car without hesitation.Meanwhile, Olive felt like covering her face with anything. But how could she? Why did she have to deal with a guy like Thomas?She couldn't forget when they ordered breakfast. Thomas didn't want to use the drive-thru service, for some reason. Even though it was the easiest, right? Just point at what you want to order without having to get out of the car. When asked, he casually said, "Wh

Ehm... how long has Olive been engrossed in lively conversations with Kalina? It feels like forever. It started at the gate; from the moment they hopped on the motorcycle. They had something to talk about all the time. Even during shopping, for some reason, they kept veering off in all directions. Olive bought all sorts of things, but what was even more astonishing was Thomas's mother. Basically, if she thought Olive might like something, she bought it! Whether Olive wanted it or not. Olive had declined, but it didn't matter; a package was still hanging from the motorcycle's hook.But that wasn't the worst of it."Hey, Mrs. Ratih, let me introduce you to my future daughter-in-law. She's beautiful, right?""Mrs. Sopiah, how have you been? We haven't gathered at Mrs. Ipah's house for so long. It's always fun when we get together. Let me introduce you to my future daughter-in-law.""Oh my God, Miss Riska. Where are you headed? I'm going shopping. My future d