LOVATY 1.0
PR

“I think we really should go to the office.”

Calya complained as she opened her jacket, placed it on the sofa before walking towards the kitchen.

“Of course not. I just used my intelligence to save you from such a shitty situation, you should’ve thank me?”

“Thank you.”take it while handing over a glass and pouring a cold drink into it.

“Sama - same.”

The two women then sat on the couch watching the show on television.

“It seems like not much has been discussed the LOVATY controversy lately.”

Qeiza started the conversation after putting the glass she held on the table.

“Such things are very reasonable in this industry. If a thing becomes very popular there will be a problem arises, then it will become a hot topic in the community. After some time the hot topic will disappear, either because it is covered by another hot topic or because people start to forget about it.”

“When this problem arises I think it will be the end of Klandestin, but it is not.”

“A lot of people who signed the petition but who use LOVATY still more.”

“Hmm. of course, the person next to me for example.”

The direct insinuations from Qeiza were only responded indifferently by Calya. The woman continued to focus her attention on the television in front.

“This can't be left!” said the half-screaming Qeiza who immediately grabbed Calya's attention from the television.

“You have to choose one.” add another Qeiza which only adds to the confusion in Calya's mind.

“..or you can use it!”

For a moment Calya fluttered, waiting for the theme to explain further. But realizing there were no visible signs he finally decided to ask.

“What do you mean exactly?”

“You have to date one of them or you can not wear LOVATY at all!”

“Are you crazy! Why should I date one of them!”

“So you want to keep wearing LOVATY and close from all men? You can be really sick for a long time!”

“You wish I was sick?”

“It is precisely because I wish you no pain, I care about you so much!"

The increasingly intense conversation was immediately replaced with silence, the two women again leaned back on the back of the sofa and eyes were back on the television.

“Why couples have always been a crucial problem in this life?” calya said later, though her eyes were still pointing at the television.

“Because all humans are born with their respective partners, so it is our duty to be able to find them.”

“Are you talking about stuff like ‘soulmate or true love’?"

“It's true!”

Calya immediately rolled her eyes, half in disbelief with what she had just heard.

“Come on Qei! At this age you still believe in bedtime stories?”

Calya managed to increase the enthusiasm of self-Qeiza, The woman distanced her back that was originally attached to the back of the chair, with an upright position sitting facing her friend.

“I’m not talking about Cinderella or Snow White like love story, but in fact everyone has their own partner.”

“If everyone has one partner of their own, why divorce? Why is there an affair?”

Qeiza sighed, she realized who was before her at the moment. Calya is in stubborn fashion, meaning she won't stop arguing until her argument wins.

“Okay. So, you mean, there is no concept of a couple in this world.”

“True, man is individualist.”

“Then what? You want to be single for the rest of your life, do you?”

“If living alone is indeed happier, why not?"

“What is happiness for you actually?"

Calya was silent for a moment. He leaned his head against the sofa so that his eyes could freely look at the ceiling of his apartment.

“Free to manage my own life without having to think about the opinions of others. Isn't my life good now? Work, go home, cook, eat, watch, everything to my liking.”

“You're like a caveman with a job! Not want to socialize with around.”

“Socialization I do at work, that's why I work!”

“What kind of socialization is it!”

“You shouldn't be lecturing me about socialization right now, the one who's avoiding her own boyfriend!”

As if hit by a severe attack, Qeiza could no longer reply to his friend's argument. Finally he imitated Calya's position, resuscitating her head while staring at the white ceiling.

“Hahhh.. I used to think about this. Married young, my husband worked and I took care of the house. Waiting for him to come home with ready meals, eating together and talking all night. But I don't know how long I've stopped thinking about it, have I really been infected by you?”

Calya sounded a little laugh.

“Life like this is also not bad, there is nothing to hurt and hurt.”

Drrtt.. Drrr…

“Until when will you avoid him? If you really want to stop, at least end it well.”

Qeiza looked at the vibrating screen of the phone, where Damian's name was seen.

“I know. I'm just thinking about a way.”

“From his looks, it seems like he is not the type who will hurt you.”

“Indeed not, but he made me uncomfortable.”

“Why?”

***

Damian drove his car to Qeiza's house, driving the woman home after finishing their dinner. The atmosphere there seemed calm, only the strains of How Deep is Your Love from the Bee Gees were heard. Qeiza was busy with her phone while Damian focused on the street in front of her, unlike the romantic song that was playing.

“Thank you for driving me.” said Qeiza who has arrived near her house.

“We always go home at night, next time we have to go home early.”

“Why?”

“So I can meet your family.”

“What? For what?” A single sentence from Damian instantly made the woman nervous.

“Of course to introduce myself, I am not a taxi driver whose job is to drive you here and there.”

“But.”

“But what? Or maybe that's what you told your family about me.”.

“I think it's too early to meet my family.” replied the woman while looking down.

Damian silently watched Qeiza, the woman seemed hesitant to be honest about her heart.

“What are we actually and what phase we are in now? Can you explain it to me?”

Qeiza was surprised, she raised her head. His eyes met Damian's, making him shift his gaze in an instant. His brain began to work hard, thinking about the answer he had to give the man in front of him Of course the gestures made him look strange until the man realized it.

Damian stepped forward, step by step approaching Qeiza. To make the woman more nervous and move back a little bit, of course because she does not want to look like a person who is dealing with ghosts. 

And Damian's not a ghost. The man was just trying to get closer to her. Enough until his hands can reach the woman. Rubbed his hair, said a sentence before walking backwards and leaving the place.

That night, either after how long or maybe the first time. Qeiza has trouble sleeping. Several times he turned around, hugging the bolster until wrapping his body with a blanket. But the sleepiness did not come. His thoughts were those scenes earlier, which made him constantly feel uneasy.

“That's your PR for tonight.”

“PR will give me nightmares.” said the woman before re-wrapping herself with a blanket.

Qeiza walked leisurely towards the office. The distance was only a few meters when he accidentally saw Damian walking towards him.Qeiza accelerated her footsteps. Half-run the woman was finally able to reach the elevator. He kept pushing the elevator button to open the door before Damian got there.

The elevator door finally opened but Damian's figure was seen inside. Although feeling surprised, Qeiza could not run from there. He stepped into the elevator feeling anxious. Worried about the question the man was going to ask.

“How about the PR I gave you?”

“PR? PR what do you mean?”

“Why are you pretending to forget? So what are we?”

Qeiza became even more nervous. Both the words and the look on Damian's face were currently equally cold. Makes her think the man will vent his anger at her in a moment.

“Why are you silent? Let's answer my question?”

Instead of answering Qeiza instead pressed the elevator button. He quickly ran out when the door opened even though he did not know what floor it was. But he continued to run and run until he reached the end of the corridor. As he was about to turn the figure of Damian was again seen there. Qeiza almost fell, although she was able to balance her body.

“So you're just playing me? Don't you? Let's answer!”

Qeiza immediately turned around and ran. Not far away ran Damian's body back to drive the road he went.

“You think I'm stupid? How dare you play me!”

Once again Qeiza turned around. The woman ran as fast as she could without daring to open her eyes. Later then…

BUKKEN..

Qeiza grimaced in pain. She rubbed her hips on the floor as a result of falling from the bed.

“I won't meet him.”

***

“Hahaha.. Ah.. I shouldn't laugh right, sorry.”

Calya painstakingly tried to hold back the laughter while Qeiza put on an annoyed face.

“Think what Damian did was actually the same thing you did when you were dating, right? Why are you the one who ran away?”

“That was also my question. Maybe because I was used to doing all that before, I felt uncomfortable when I got the same treatment. Nervous, anxious, scared, I don't like feeling all that.”

“What a pity my friend this, wanna hug?” Calya spread her hands.

“Stop it!”