Hopeleslly Depend
1. Happy birthday to you
In July the twenty-third day of my twenty-second year, there was nothing different from the year before him, congratulations from some friends who reminded me that I got an extra number, age. Irene Princess Hartanajaya, yes, it is namau. I used to be called Irene (airin) or Ririn, actually only my father called me Ririn.
07.00 am
The usual morning and with the usual atmosphere as well, yes, although I am single but the habit of the morning after waking up is still like everyone else, it is true to stare at the mobile phone screen. In addition to refreshing the eyes by looking at the wallpaper of my beloved idol with a smile that changes my world in the morning, also to see if there may be a message notification or text from the operator.
And it turns out there are 3 notification messages that come in and can already guess who the sender is.
"happy birthday dear brother" a message from my eldest brother in the family group and followed by some other brother's message.
"HBD my sahaBAD hopefully add BAD yes us, ngehalu it hopefully more smoothly also hopefully more expand is yesterday already korea, thailand, japan might want to add to arab??" a message without morals from my best friend Laurent.
"ciye getting older, cepet looking for a girlfriend yes beautiful time yes beautiful ga have a boyfriend?, or do not you also like the same beautiful nih?? hehe joked" a message from Edwin, in short, my best friend no one has morals.
I replied to their chat with a thank you sticker of course. Short and clear, right?.
Because the sun had gone from its place, I also had to get out of my bed immediately to prepare to complain about fate outside the house. Staring at the mirror before bathing and posing as if you are doing a photo session, has become a routine in the morning.
"well, good enough kw 100 mbak Irene RedVelvet" I said while brushing my hair.
"sane? the old man is self-conscious, find a boyfriend cake, find a husband cake, marriage cepet anyway so I can also calm down if I have a guy" the sharp words of my beloved sister's mouth with her flat expression were completely different to her name Ashana Putri Hartanajaya.
"so what?, is her relationship with me?, your taste is not my taste" I said as I walked to the bathroom.
"all my friends must say that his sister is more beautiful than his sister, what else if the guy is" he replied.
"that means your guy just looks at me" I replied, shouting from inside the bathroom.
Preparation as usual, natural but slick makeup, neat hair, id card, watch, sports shoes favorite perfume and do not forget some equipment to work in a bag and ready to go. Along with my struggle motorcycle which I named the beautiful white kupi who always accompany me in the rain and heat, may today be my blessing and reward in working.
The path I walked today looked as usual with the noise in the morning, the warm sunshine hugging with a little fresh morning breeze. Do you also often sing while on the street?, I often do it even though my voice is not so good at hearing because of the chirps like a child Elementary School. Traveling from home to the office about 15 minutes, approximately I will sing 5 songs on the way, while practicing breathing.
There are no strange signs around the office today like friends suddenly behaving awkwardly or otherwise. Absent fingerprints as usual on the first floor of the office then headed to the third floor where my desk was located. Just for information, I work as a trainer at a smartphone company in my city, at this young age getting a rare opportunity, he said, but like her only in my work environment who know how difficult the job of a smartphone trainer. Some gifts, no, it turns out that there are only 4 flower deliveries for this year that are on the workbench, from a promoter, then from fellow trainers, then from fellow trainers, then from HRD and also one of my old friends who made me surprised and remembered a time ago.
One year ago before I took the position of a trainer, I was a promoter at one of the counters in this city, from which we knew and became quite good friends. In addition, we are also under the same brand, who knows him must know me too. His name is Ian, with a level that can be said to be beautiful, tall with his athletic body and also his critical thinking but he also keeps a million mysteries. I also sent them a message of gratitude, just a small talk in the morning. I haven't had time to send a message to Ian, he's ahead of me.
"happy birthday, papah child, hopefully more mature, achieved everything you want and always launched all his affairs, papah can only get it hehe" he wrote briefly. I often call him Papah because of his mature attitude and he often calls me his son.
"yes pah ga papa really, sometime we eat together, have not eaten together for a long time".
"when do you have free time?, how about a transfer? you eat with your friends only later papah can sometime if there is free time"
"i wish I would transfer for a transaction, besides I would not be sure papah"
"iya ga papa, same old me, really"
"no ah, what the hell"
"pa ga really, you think I'm a cheat?.
"i'll marry you if I'm serious about it"
"his wedding present?, so sweet"
"yes if you want, you also know that I'm old age when looking for someone who wants to be taken seriously, if anyone wants to be serious, brush it off, what else you know so do not need PDKT again or start from the beginning"
"when to go home"
"dude"
Since the working hours had started, I had forgotten about our conversation via message this morning. The work piled up in addition to the chasing dateline keeps me busy until it doesn't feel like the sun has started picking up dusk.
0430pm
"Irene HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" shock your office friends while carrying a birthday cake with a candle burning on it.
"let's make a wish older!" said my senior brother Dita with his gaze that was like mocking.
1 2 3 I blow his candles with all good expectations. Right after I blew the candle the notification on my phone rang.
"on the 4th day of next week I'm at your house yeah, we're having a chat" said Ian.
Although different but feels like a scene in a Korean drama, when the female lead blew the candle then the male lead appeared in front of her. But I don't think too much, haven't we also been joking and meeting as usual?.
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Not felt the days quickly passed, Ian and I also became often exchange messages after a conversation that I thought was joking. It feels weird because I'm not the kind of person who always exchanges messages every second.
"my mother told me about you, you know, really nice, I took her home" she said with a smiley emoticon. For a moment I was confused, was this really true?is this really a birthday gift from God? I unconsciously smiled at my phone screen.
"ciyeeee there is a smile until her cheeks red tomato ceme nih" chir kak dita.
"who's the same grandchild?"
"ih what the hell?" I answered with wrong behavior.
03.08.2019
07.00am
The weekend came as well, although it was common, it seemed like there was something I had forgotten. "Kling" the notification sound from my phone was heard breaking the peace of my morning.
"i'm really going to your house tomorrow you know, I invite my friends yes, my deket friends from small, know all about them they want to know".
My ordinary days have changed on their own. If my mornings are usually greeted with wallpaper photos of my idol, now I'm used to the morning text from Ian. I also easily smiled when I remembered some of the messages he sent.
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