LOVATY 1.0
Calya Shalitta's

The week passed, the deadline that Calya gave for completing all project idea proposals was also completed. All proposals have been submitted to management.

Something good, because it means there is little free time in the morning for them. It is used by interns, gather and talk.

Sometimes talking does not have to be gossiping, not at first. It can also start with praise or gratitude, at first.

Just as the interns did “At the end of the day - the stressful day ended,” complains Wikan.

“For a while,” Rana replied as if he did not want to let the man off guard.

“Iya know!” replied the man.

“She said management really likes the results of our work,” Davidya asked his two friends seriously.

“Yes yes. My blood, sweat and tears are there!” however the response from Wikan destroyed his intention to get serious.

“That's so good!”

“Hahaha.”

They were all laughing, the youngest members in the department. Interns who are still attached to the mechanical side. Sometimes they complain when they do a lot of tasks, then they cry when they make mistakes to cheer when they are happy. The youngest members are always the encouragement, that's what they are.

Wikan, who has been on Intern for six months, Rana five months and Davidya three months. But they are aware of their duty and also aware of the help - the help given to them.

“Kalo at that time mba Calya nga angry - angry meeting time, maybe now all his projects mess” Davidya seems to realize the meaning of what happened.

“Well although diomelin fits tightly it's no good, but it’s worth it!” Rana answered as if she had gotten used to it.

“But emang mba Calya is also strict that same other?” this topic of conversation has provoked more curiosity in Davidya.

“Yes he is so same all the staff right?” Rana tries to answer according to what she knows.

“Not the same staff, but the same others. Like a girlfriend?” when it comes to talking about someone it's hard not to ask about his personal issues, that's what Davidya is doing right now.

But unfortunately he can't get an answer from Rana “Mba Calya has a boyfriend?”.

The two of them looked towards Wikan to look for answers. Wikan himself was a little surprised to find his two colleagues arriving - suddenly looking at him.

He looked the other way while trying to remember - remember if he had heard anything about this before. He remained silent for a few seconds as well as the two women.

As he looked back at them, the women prepared to hear an interesting story.

“Nga know,” the answer is short.

The two women looked at him while raising eyebrows, astonished, angry perhaps also upset. “Seriously!”

No one knows about Calya's personal life, neither Wikan nor any other staff. No one has ever been able to see her life that far, all they see is a 25-year-old woman who works as a Creative Director at Parama Ad one of the top companies.

Perfect life, that's what they say. A perfect life, that's what he heard. But like different humans, the view of something must also be different. It says fine, while here it says no. There says perfect, while here…

Perfect

It's my name, Calya which means perfect and Shalitta which means happy. People always call me Calya and see me as Calya. As for me, always do everything as Calya. Perfect. Is that me? Why is that me? Until when is it me? If I had never known what that meant and if I had never heard them say so I probably wouldn't have tried so hard.

*Since my family knew I was ranked number one in class, they kept hoping I could achieve more or at least keep it. It was fun to get compliments on your success.

The happiness they felt when I fulfilled their expectations also made me happy. But when one mistake comes up, it's like the worst mistake ever. Either I'm the only one who thinks so, or

they made me think so*.

*Without realizing I grew up like this, living by meeting people's expectations. I built up the expectations of others and destroyed my expectations simultaneously. My expectations for the world.

Maybe just something perfect is seen, maybe just something perfect is recognized and maybe just something perfect is accepted.

“Qeiza Oksana!”

Calya called out her friend's name half annoyed. How not! In One - the only holiday he had every week had to be disturbed because his friend came to his apartment early in the morning - early in the morning.

But it had been a few minutes since his friend had come there was not a single topic they were talking about together. His friend was always busy with his smartphone and his strange transparent glasses.

At its core Calya is currently being ignored by her guests in her own home. Now his patience was already at the level - want-what-you-really-.

“Why Cal?” Qeiza answered her friend's call very casually.

“Ngapain the hell from earlier?” Calya waited for an explanation from her friend, standing with her waist.

“Haven’t i told you?” answer it

showing the screen of his phone, there's a LOVATY logo there.

“Tell me what? and what’s that mean?” the answer and the phone did not succeed in making Calya understand.

“Ampun Cal, I told you last night. look?” he showed me his phone screen, which this time showed me messages sent last night.

There are three messages there,

first –i-downloaded-LOVATY-<3-

second -i’m-going-to-try-it-tomorrow-in-your-house-,

and third –see-you-3-.

All three messages were sent last night, but they have not been read by the recipient.

Calya now understood the reason for her friend's presence here but did not eliminate the upset she felt.

“Do whatever you want!” he said while stepping away.

Calya is now back at her job on Sundays, cleaning the house. From that moment he was busy sweeping, mopping, washing clothes and other tasks. Sometimes he looked at his friend, and it upset him.

To him the friend looked very strange now, laughing, smiling and speaking indistinctly alone. But he chose to ignore it, at least for now. He was really focused on what he was doing, he even protected his concentration from various distractions with a pair of earphones in his ear.

Lunch time had arrived and he had finished cooking up a simple lunch menu. When he thought that his friend was too busy to be hungry he was surprised to see that he had been sitting at the dinner table smiling like a starving five-year-old.

He laughed for a while while carrying dishes and serving them on the table. That's where they eat together, not something new. Calya who lives alone in an apartment is often visited by Qeiza,

It started since they started their internship at Parama Ad until now. For Qeiza who still lives with her parents, there is no place as comfortable as Calya's house. Because there he can do everything freely, including when he wants to try LOVATY as it is today.

“Cal,” Qeiza started the conversation on the sidelines of those who are cleaning the dining table and washing dishes.

“Hmm,” Calya answered as was.

“What you gonna do after this?” Qeiza started to get curious, but did not know where this question actually went.

“Just lying down, why?”Calya thought her friend would take her somewhere.

“You better do that,” Qeiza started saying ambiguous sentences, making her friend ask again.

“Do what?” but qeiza acted as if – Calya already understood the meaning of his words.

“You know,” when he is not.

“Know what?” finally he said frankly “Ya LOVATY lah!”