LOVATY 1.0
Borrowers
Calya walked slowly towards the window of her room. The window was half open until it made a gust of wind blow the curtains freely. But that was not what made him startled.The sound of something falling was precisely. The woman pulled the white curtains and showed several jackets hanging there, just below her a hat lying on the floor.
“I think I gave it back,” he said as he took the hat off the floor, dusted it off a little bit of dust and hung it back.
Calya sat back at her dresser while drying her wet hair with a towel. Unlike when he had only arrived a few hours ago, he looked calm at this moment. Perhaps all the resentment he felt had been lost in the water while he was bathing, or perhaps because he had vented it on Keanu. The woman looked back at her almost fully charged phone, opened the messaging app and sent someone a message.
‘Your hat is still on me. I'll return it tomorrow. I'm putting it on Damian.’
A few minutes later his phone shook again, a sign of incoming messages.
‘Cafe XX, 4.30pm.’
Calya knitted her brows while reading the contents of the message. ‘What did he send wrong?’ thought. Even so he was reluctant to reply and ask, that was Calya.
***
A woman is seen stepping into the Parama Ad building, a light blue blouse and black culotte pants giving her a high impression. While the voice of the three centimeter right he was wearing made his steps sound rhythmic. Calya, walking while staring at her tablet screen. He has memorized the office area without having to focus 100% on the road. But surely he ignored the people who were around him during his journey.
“Do you install sensors on your body, it's great to be able to walk without looking,” Damian said when they were both in the same elevator, apparently the man had noticed.
“What? You apparently. Sorry I didn't notice.”
“No problem, I'm used to.”
The conversation between the two people ended for a moment, before a moment later Calya remembered something and reopened the conversation between the two.
“Oh yes, there is something I want to give to you,” said the woman while trying to hand over a paper bag.
“What does Ray belong to? If yes, I cannot accept.”
“Why?”
“Ray told me not to receive her belongings from you.”
“But this belongs to your friend. What's wrong with being tipped to you?”
“I just comply with my friend's request.”
Calya looked annoyed, and it was clearly felt by Damian.
“Maybe I can accept that, as long as.”
“Accuse what?”
“You answered my question.”
“What questions?”
“Qeiza.”
TING
“I excuse me.”
The woman immediately stepped out as soon as the elevator door opened. Leaving behind Damian who had not even had time to ask his question.
“Good morning!”
Exchange the usual morning greetings. Calya immediately sat down on the chair and arranged her work desk filled with several files. While he was reading some paper from a map, Qeiza came to his desk with another file.
“This is a concept for property advertising,” he said while occupying an empty seat in front of the table.
“Thanks, after this I check.”
“Not later you have the same outdoor task Arion, yes. Glad!”
“What's happy?”
“Ngeliatin his handsome face, isn't it fun?”
“Face? Yes, his face.”
“If I could come, but the work here is still a lot.”
“By the way, Qei. You also play LOVATY right?”
“Iya.”
“Do you know anything about where the ARFriend came from?”
“Means?”
“I mean, their faces. They've got a real human look, you know where or how they got that face?”
“What the hell is Cal? I understand!.”
“Ya, gone. Lupain aja!”
“Lagian tumben you ask about LOVATY, usually if I talk about LOVATY you are skeptical. What's the matter?” The curious Qeiza brought her body closer to Calya, hoping that her friend would tell her something interesting.
“You work a lot right?”
Qeiza nodded.
“Work there!”
Qeiza moved her lips, feeling annoyed at not being able to listen to anything interesting. The woman got out of the chair and returned to her shirt.
An incoming message stopped Calya's concentration on her work. His hand turned to take the phone to see the contents of the message.
‘Of course.’
‘Ingin go together?’
‘Not necessary. Directly meet at the destination only.’
The woman's hand immediately put the phone back on the table after her fingers finished typing the reply sentence and sending it. But moments later his phone rang again, forcing his hand to once again reach for the phone.
‘Do not forget Cafe XX, 4.30 pm.’
‘What is it?’
‘You want to return my hat.’
‘And I told you I'd leave it to Damian, why did you forbid him to accept it?’
‘If you return the goods, you must meet the person directly. It's part of manners.’
Calya sighed after reading the contents of the last message. The second time people doubted his manners and it upset him.
‘Good. good. Cafe XX, 4:30 in the afternoon. Don't be late.’
Calya put her phone back on the table, this time with more force until the impact sound between the table and the phone can be heard. Maybe if there was a third person who sent the message and pissed him off again, the phone would get scratched. But luckily the phone didn't ring until the clock showed at 4:15 p.m. Calya tidied up all her stuff, walking away from the room. On the doorstep he passed by Qeiza who had just returned from an outside task.
“Cal, where are you going? Isn't the appointment at 5pm?”
“There's a minute's business. I went straight there.”
“Calya!”
“What?”
“Salam Sama Arion,” said Qeiza while smiling sweetly.
“You believe I'll do that?” said Calya immediately walked away leaving Qeiza there.
While at Cafe XX Ray was sitting neatly at one of the tables. Sometimes the man looks at the clock on his left wrist. A moment later touched his phone screen, checking if there was any incoming message he received. After that he looked out of the cafe, watching the movements of people passing by as if watching television. The work of those who wait. Until the awaited finally appeared, making it look more relaxed.
“Sorry late.”
“No problem, sit down.”
Calya placed the paper bag she was carrying on the table.
“It. Not dirty and not smelly. I'm returning it now.”
“That's it?”
“That's it?”
“That's it.”
“That's it. What do you mean exactly?”
“As a borrower who is returning borrowed goods. Shouldn't there be a sincere form of gratitude? Ethics, courteous ..”
“Don't say manners!”
Ray was silent when Calya arrived - suddenly cut his sentence. The word ‘sopan manners’ is indeed in the forbidden dictionary of Calya late - this end, makes it react instantly the word is called.
“First, you lent your hat without me asking. Second, I returned it in a state not lacking in the least. Doesn't that mean done?”
“But it doesn't change the fact that you borrowed my hat, does it? As a good borrower, show your sincerity. At least say ..”
“THANK YOU.”
“Very good.”
“It's right? Then I'll go.”
“Hey! Where to?”
Ray held Calya's hand before the woman got out of the chair.
“I came here just to return your hat.”
“At least as a good borrower.”
“Again that! What do you really want?”
“I want you to sit back and relax.”
“I have a meeting!”
“What time?”
“Jam five pm.”
“There's still time, sit down first.”
‘Yang is right!’ calya said in her heart. But the woman could not refuse Ray's request. Somehow the man could always beat him in a debate.
“Nona Calya!”
Calya and Ray turned their heads towards the voice that called out to Calya. A man was standing not far from there. The man walked over to their table.
“Oh, there is Ray also apparently.”