LOVATY 1.0
What do?

Today is the same as usual. The day that the entire Creative Department team is busy with their respective work. Except for the three people on the other side of the room, they were too busy with something that was not a job.

When viewed from afar, they look like they are playing catch. From nearby only seen a map that is passing mekera alternately, like a handball. Looks childish. Not only their behavior, but also the noise they create. The leader finally intervened.

"You love Kenzo!"

"Why am I? It's Rezvan!"

"Why me? Who is the Art Director? Qeiza right!"

"Yes, change for nothing!"

"NO!"

"What the hell are you guys?" The figure of Calya who stood there for a moment interrupted their debate.

"What are you doing?" the woman asked again, when none of the three people in front of her responded.

"Qeiza Cal's!"

"yes, Qeiza!"

"What! How are you guys so compact me anyway!"

"Yes, indeed!"

"You're the one who started!"

"What the hell!"

"STOP!"

Qeiza, Rezvan and Kenzo again continued the uproar. Making Calya have to raise her tone.

"If you all make a fuss, what can I understand?"

"Qeiza, what's wrong?"

"I'm just asking one of them for help, but they don't want to."

"Usually also done by ourselves, why suddenly ask for our help. Something must be fine!"

"Don't don't you deliberately make us angry!"

"See! Not yet - have they been negative thinking!"

"So what exactly is that? What do you two want to do and what do you ask them to do?"

Calya is starting to lose her patience. Facing three people in front can sometimes be more annoying than facing 30 clients.

"Some concepts we've created."

"Then?"

"It has to be handed over to Damian."

"That's all? Then why don't you two want to?"

"What if he's not satisfied? Keep getting angry - angry at us? Yeah, we don't want to get the sap!"

"Yes! After all, it was indeed Qeiza's job!"

"Then you Qei, why aren't you the one who's handing over?"

Instead of answering questions as loudly as Kenzo and Rezvan, Qeiza instead stepped closer to Calya. The woman whispered her answer right in the ear of her friend.

"No, he can't say why. Something must be fine!"

"What the hell! Don't be so damn ignorant!"

"Anyways, we don't want to take that file to Damian!"

"Right, we refused!"

"Yes already. You two get on with the job!" Calya took the file they had operated from earlier and pulled out Qeiza's arm. The two women sit at Calya's desk. Calya handed the file back to Qeiza.

"You have to be professional, Qei."

"But Cal, I don't want to work. I just don't want to see him for a while, that's it!"

"It is a part of your work. He still counts our superiors and and the discussion of project matters is also part of your duties."

"But. Arghh"

Qeiza finally took the map and walked out of the Creative Department room. Her footsteps quickly led the woman towards the Account Executive room. But as quickly as that, he continued to curse himself. I really wish he could change his face at this moment.

Geck.. Geck.. Geck..

"Lake in!"

Qeiza walked into Damian's room with a look that looked ordinary. Casually sat down in the chair after the man had invited him. Also casually hand over the map that was previously a matter of debate.

"Concepts of some of the projects we've planned, please check?"

"You busy?"

"Yes! Can I go back to the room now?"

"No!"

Qeiza looked around the room while Damian was busy reading the sheets in her hands. Countless number of times he had gone in this room. But only this time he was observing the room. There weren't many things there, including on the man's desk. There's only a laptop and a few piles of maps there.

"As usual" Damian said, closing the map in his hand. Restore Qeiza's focus to him.

"I don't have to worry about your work. Because if there is something less, Calya must have fixed it. So there's nothing to discuss."

"Well, I'm sorry."

"Where are you going?"

"Back in the room."

"I'm not comfortable."

"You said there's nothing to discuss."

"There is nothing to discuss about these concepts. But that doesn't mean our conversation is over."

"What else is there to talk about?"

"Why are you so worried? Is there anything important?"

"Much work I have to finish."

"I didn't know you were the hard-working type?"

"There's a lot you don't know about me. In fact, maybe you don't know anything about me."

"Then you have to tell me!"

"What?"

"Tell me about everything I don't know!"

"You kidding?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

Qeiza was getting upset. If it continued like this, the effort he had made earlier to look normal and unaffected would be in vain. Da ian who started acting always made her upset. Qeiza might have been shouting by now if she didn't remember the word 'professional' that Calya had told her.

A moment later Damian's cell phone rang, a sign of a message coming in. At that moment, Qeiza felt grateful. The incoming message was like an answer from his do'a. The incoming message not only stopped Damian and his strange behavior, but also stopped Qeiza from her emotions that she had almost forgotten.

"We're in your room now!"

"What's? Why?"

"Already, come!"

Damian immediately got up from the chair and walked out of the room. While Qeiza was also forced to follow him, though questions were held in his head.

Minutes after Qeiza left the Creative Department room. A man came up with the finances. The man after the ashes stood in front of the room, but his eyes moved down every corner of the Creative Department room.

His presence clearly attracted attention. Several pairs of eyes in the room were staring at her, before Rana finally walked over to her.

"Excuse me, can I help you?" ask the girl friendly.

The man did not answer immediately. His eyes locked onto a figure at the end of the room, a woman who was busy with her work. The man smiled sweetly at Rana, as if giving a sign that he would go straight in.

The man walked over and stopped right in front of Calya's desk. Knock on the table three times to make the woman realize her presence there.

"What are you doing here?" asked Calya who was surprised by the presence of the man there.

Arion immediately sat down without waiting for the woman to prepare. His eyes wandered around the room regardless of the owner of the table who was staring at him.