LOVATY 1.0
NAY!
After fighting with Qeiza back then my relationship with Qeiza became bad. He always avoids me and only talks about work. I think he's really mad at me. Did I just leave it until my sense of shame disappeared on my own?
“Cal! Qey! Come!” Kenzo called.
“What? Where?”
“And we have a meeting for fashion brand project.”
“Oh, yes.”
“You yourself made the schedule, the tumben once can forget. Then I go first, Kasian Rezvan is alone there.”
I hurried to prepare some files before heading to the meeting room. Once there, the three men were already there. Kenzo and Rezvan were chatting, while Qeiza was busy with her cell phone. Their attention immediately shifted to me as soon as they realized my presence, maybe not all.
***
“Tumben you are quiet once today Qei, usually immediately excited if there is Calya. More toothache huh?” Rezvan broke the silence that had been felt for a few minutes in the room.
“Shut up!” qeiza replied in annoyance.
“He Why Cal?” the man turned to ask Calya, half whispering.
“Do not disturb me,” replied Calya coldly.
“What is this? Why does this room feel cooler?”
“Cold? Can I raise the temperature?” kenzo said, then replied with Rezvan by shaking his head.
The four people started their meeting, discussing all matters related to their new project. This time the project is related to the field of fashion, the field of fashion that is actually more controlled by Qeiza. The woman took more of a role on this project. But given his relationship with Calya which is currently deteriorating, I don't know if they can finish the project this time well.
“Alright then, meeting we end here. Don't forget to report every development to me,” Calya said as she got up from the chair she was sitting in.
After getting a brief response from his three colleagues, Calya immediately left the meeting room. Shortly after, Qeiza also left the meeting room without taking out a single word, making the two men who were still left there feel astonished.
“What seriousness does Calya finally transmit on Qeiza?” ask Rezvan.
Kenzo stood up, took his things and left without a sound.
“You don't come - follow!”
***
^^^‘Home home?’^^^
‘This just want to get out of the room.’
^^^‘I also just want to go home. See you downstairs, I'll drive you home.’^^^
‘Oke.’
Qeiza cleared her desk, prepared to go home. It seemed like this time he was the last one to return home, what a rare occurrence.
Qeiza weakly walked out of the room. It felt like his body was stiff after almost a whole day behind the table. The woman really wants to go home now so she can straighten her bones back.
For a moment, Qeiza dreamed of a soft mattress in her room, but in an instant disappeared when she saw someone standing in front of the elevator. The figure he usually happily met, but the times he desperately wanted to avoid it.
Forcibly Qeiza stood beside him. There was only one elevator there, and Qeiza did not want to trouble herself by using the emergency stairs just because she wanted to avoid Calya. Both are the same - just as silent in front of the elevator until finally the elevator door opens.
“Hi! What a coincidence!”
Damian who happened to be in the elevator greeted the two women cheerfully, unaware of the strange air that enveloped the two. The two women stepped into the elevator. Without seeing each other or returning Damian's greeting. But Damian who felt the silence again opened his voice.
“You guys are out overtime together?”
“NO! (NO!)”
“Ahh.. You guys are waiting for each other to come home together?”
“NO! (NO!)”
A moment of silence returned, before the insensitivity of the man made him speak again.
“You've spoken to Calya?”
“Speaking about what?”
“Aren't we planning to take her out to dinner together?”
“Eat night? She won't want to?”
“Why? Calya, you busy?”
“Of course he's busy. Creative Director doesn't have time for things like this!”
Hearing Qeiza who continued to talk cynically finally made Calya get provoked by emotions.
“Truly, I was really busy so I did not have time to take care of things that do not matter!.”
The elevator door opened and Calya quickly exited the elevator.
“Of course! Nothing matters to him but himself!” Qeiza shouted in annoyance before finally stepping out of the elevator. Leave Damian there who can only shake his head.
“Women’s fight.” said before stepping out.
***
In the car Damian can only drive in silence. The mood of Qeiza really - really ugly to just hear the music he did not want. Damian, who felt wrong at last, decided to do something. The man stopped his car in a park.
“Why are we here?” realize the car stopped where it wasn't home.
“Search fresh air briefly.” Damian took off his seatbelt, got out of the car and walked to open the car door for Qeiza.
“I want to go home, instead of looking for fresh air.”
“Just a minute, come!”
Damian took off the seatbelt of Qeiza, clasped her hand to get the woman out of the car. The two took a leisurely walk in the park with that twilight view before Qeiza again complained.
“I’m tired. I wanna go home and take a rest instead of walking.”
“Alright, if you're tired. We're sitting on the bench over there.”
Qeiza was forced to follow Damian's steps with a sullen look on her face. ‘This man is very inconsiderate,’ thought.
“So?” damian said after the two sat on a park bench.
“What?”
“You don't want to tell me?”
“What story?”
“You must not have a story companion since you fought with your only friend. Now you can tell me, whatever it is I'll listen to it.”
Qeiza looked at the man. From the look on his face to the look in his eyes, he could tell that the man meant it. As Damian had said, Qeiza did not have any interlocutors since the fight with Calya. This time he tried to tell other than his best friend.
“I'm so upset with Calya! We haven't known you for a month or two, but it's been years! We go through the joys and sorrows together, laughing, crying, eating and even starving together. But even after all that, she still won't open up to me!”
“Everyone has a different nature - different. Maybe he's the type who's not used to telling his problems.”
“I know, I'm sober! I've been trying to understand him all along. Maybe she's embarrassed, maybe she's feeling bad, or whatever it is. But what pisses me off the most is that he always tries to look good - okay when he's not! Hiding, shutting up, crying, freaking out, I know he did it all! But he always said it was okay - what!”
“You seem to know him very well, why not try to understand him this time as well?”
“NO! THIS TIME HE REALLY SUCKS!”