
The man approached and started to tell. “You know Sister Calya used to also start working here as an intern, just like us. But the circumstances at that time were different, Creative Director at that time was much more killer,” he spoke with the heart – heart, as if it was a secret information.
“Ah time?” the two girls did not believe.
“Emang there is more killer than mbak Calya?” Rana added, she doubted what kind of figure could be more resolute and sinister than Calya.
“That’s what I’m heard from them. Since the beginning of the first month of intern, then Calya was just told to go back and forth – back to another department, file, make coffee, take orders. You know, these kind of stuff!”
Wikan added again, as if he was sure that the source of the story was trustworthy.
“We here have never been treated like that, yes nga anyway?” Davidya begins to compare their circumstances with the story that Wikan tells.
“Truly!” replied friend.
“Eiit! Not finished. The following month there was a meeting discussion of the project idea competition for internet providers with a two-week deadline. At that time, Calya and Mbak Qeiza registered as a team. When the announcement came out it turned out their idea was chosen but guess what? None of their names listed there,” this man knows very well how to make people shocked and curious about the information.
“*What?”
“No way! They stone it*?” the two girls tried to ascertain whether they had not misheard the information.
Wikan back story “They're at a confused dong, cause everyone acted like nothing happened. They also can not what – what because their position was only internal at that time. But it turns out, it happened again and again. Finally they can not be caged and report to the company officials.”
The story made the two girls get washed away, Davidya responded “Keep the business is in order?” The girl hopes to get to the end of the story, “Nga is that easy. The higher-ups do not believe in them,” firmly answer Wikan decided his hope.
“Kok can?” ask the girl again
“Well there are three reasons. First, the higher-ups asked why they had just lodged a protest now when they should have done so from the first case. Second, their position is only internal. Third, the people – people they contested at that time were the team leaders. In short their situation and position were very unfavorable back then,” stressed Wikan, it seems like he has been finding out well about the incident.
“So how?” Rana further asked, another girl who was curious about the continuation of the story.
“They are threatened to be sent home,” replied Wikan casually.
“What! That’s insane!” they are again surprised by what they hear, but Wikan does not stop there.
“Yeah, the tension went even higher after that!” make both more curious .“Why?” ask Rana.
Wikan again explained “The rumors spread to investors. One of the representatives came to the office. Directly meet with the higher-ups, the longest one ever. After that they both called.”
The two girls are getting closer, they feel they will hear the end of the story soon “Then?” ask Davidya.
But unexpected answer given “That’s it!” The two girls were confused by what they heard.
“That’s it? Next how?” rana asked to make sure he came back.
“That’s the only info that I got!” Wikan finished his story with no clear ending. The two listeners were disappointed.
“But!”
“Marketing nih!”
“Well how else!”
Shhsttt. sstt..
One of them tried to make a calm atmosphere when they realized that someone was about to enter the pantry, they all fell silent. It was Qeiza and Calya who went into the pantry to make drinks.
Qeiza looking at the interns “Udah finished?” tanyakanya. Wonderful to find them all silent, as if caught
stole something. He asked once again “Udah finished his drink?” ask again.
This time they all answered. “Kalo so back to work there!” a little order, and the three interns immediately moved one by one the interns left the pantry back to their desks.
Stop Calya and Qeiza there brewing two packs of instant coffee, stirring it and enjoying it with a snack. For a moment they both fell silent, imagining their past.
"Intern kids are good now, Cal?" Qeiza started talking.
"Why?" Calya questioned what was in the mind of her co-worker.
"They are treated well even though they are often scolded by you. Their work is well appreciated even though they are often stressed because of you. They also.." The comparison initially sounded like praise but actually there were complaints.
"Qey.." Calya instantly stopped the sentence of Qeiza before she became more and more. Qeiza laughs
“Hehe.. they can also free in and out of the pantry for drinking and snacking. It's so different from us.”
“How come you still remember those days?”
Calya did not believe that Qeiza chose to talk about it, a topic they wanted to forget.
“How come you forget these days! Especially that day, when we are called the same representative investor. My hands are dry, my heart is degan and we are in the intro.” but actually that topic is impossible to forget, including for Calya herself.
“In the long width interrogation looks like a suspect. Inget really, do not need to be discussed again.”
Calya understood exactly where the conversation was headed even before the woman
finish it, that's why he stopped it.
Same is the case with Calya who is busy stirring - stir the coffee cup with a blank look. His brain opened up memories of the day, turning back to every sentence of conversation that occurred at that time.
The day the investor representative came, where Calya and Qeiza who was then still apprentices were called. Long conversations take place, though more appropriately called interrogations.
Each question felt like a terrifying terror to both of them, yet it did not leave Calya mute. He answered almost all of these questions.
“So you guys said that your idea has been stolen?” the investor asked.
“More precisely the result of our hard work is not recognized pak” replied Calya bravely.
“Can you show me the proof?” the middle-aged man doubted his words.
“Meanour father? we lied about the project idea?” To Calya the word – the man said sounded like an accusation to her, and the man did not deny it either.
“Yes, if you don't have proof.”
Calya was getting upset, afraid that her friend would have emotions Qeiza answered the man's question “All the proof of the idea process is in our computer and e-mail account respectively. Please check,” Seeing the confidence of the two women in front of him, the man began to believe.
But that doesn't mean he stopped asking “Good, then. Then why are you guys talking after two months?”
Qeiza tried to answer as she felt. “We are new interns pack, we are not sure how the regulations in this office.”
“Why not be sure if you yourself know what is right and what is wrong.”
The atmosphere was silent for a moment. However, Calya re-opens voice “Can I ask sir?” he spoke casually now.
“Please,” the man is ready to listen and Calya without hesitation directly asked.
“According to the father is it true if the employee remains to change the name in the project proposal with their name? and the interns are treated differently than the permanent employees.no. but the interns are not treated like employees, is it right to do?”
For the second time the atmosphere in the room returned to silence. Both women are waiting for the investor representative to respond to the question – the question.
“Calya Shatilla!” the man spoke again.
“Ya, Sir,” replied Calya there is tension between – between those conversations.
“What do you think yourself, is it wrong?” they didn't expect – over answering the man instead asked back.
Like throwing a ball at Calya, the woman caught it without hesitation “Iya sir!” the answer.
“Then in your own opinion, how should interns be treated?” the man continued his question.
“Internship employees should be treated the same as other employees. Of course, because interns do not have experience, in the learning process interns need to be guided by other employees. But every work, idea and hard work should also be appreciated like any other employee!”
The question turns into an opportunity for Calya to convey her thoughts, she explains about the position of interns in a company according to what she believes.
“So you think the way employees here treat interns is wrong?” the man drew the conclusion from the answer Calya gave and waited for a response from the woman.
“Iya!” Calya answered the question with courage. The middle-aged man sitting in front of them started smiling little “idealis,” he said again “We see if you can prove your words when you take office?”.
The two did not understand the meaning of the word – that word.even they did not understand the purpose of the man calling them both here. They had thought they would be punished for causing a commotion, but the last word – words that came out of the man's mouth refuted their assumption “You can go!”
“Cal, look!”
Calya realized from her daydreams.saw Qeiza who was thrusting a smartphone at her. He leaned over, trying to see what his friend was talking about this time.
Qeiza showed me a post on Instagram. A short animation begins with the LOVATY logo that shrinks to show a picture of a smartphone with a finger that touches the ‘IN’ button.Next the image switches to show a monochrome theme where there is a woman with a flat expression in it, she uses AR Glasses.
The picture shows the direction of the woman's view, a colorless garden. There's nothing there except an empty park bench. Suddenly, a man was sitting on the park bench, smiling and waving.
The expressionless woman earlier started smiling, and everything looked colored. Animation closed with sentence ‘Every Lovatory to inspire are here.’
“What is this?” ask Calya.
“You don’t know, do you? Klandestin that mengumpulin user stories LOVATY trus in share on the website,” replied Qeiza explained.
“Aaa. another campaign,” Calya responded with a flat tone of voice.
“This is not just a promotion Cal, but to inspire,” while Qeiza who fell in love with LOVATY explained everything to her friend with sparkling eyes.
“That's promotion Qeiza!” Calya refuted Qeiza's remarks, trying to stop her from admiring the new thing.
But Qeiza is not a woman who is easy to stop “Not, Cal!” he's back evasive.
“Qei, you are an Art Director in an Advertising Company yet you can’t see it?” Calya was starting to get upset.
“I am an Art Director in Advertising Company so I know it well which money oriented mana use love,” that's the hallmark of Qeiza, so, if it was about something he liked then he would speak expressionlessly. As now, smiling, eyes closed and both hands placed on the chest.
“Eat ni love!” Calya who often saw that expression stopped her with a mouthful of chocolate cookies. “Hmm.. sweet,” she smiled as she continued to chew, they both laughed.
“Work!”
“Each boss!”