LOVATY 1.0
Not a Test

Calya was relaxing on the sofa and Keanu's figure was seen beside her. “Do you know about Sandyakala?” ask the woman.

“One of the largest property companies.” replied Keanu.

“Wooaa.. You also know it apparently.”

“You still doubt my abilities. I told you I was equipped with good general knowledge.”

“Ya.. yes. I think I've heard that hundreds of times.”

“And you still doubt my ability?”

“Your system was ugly yesterday when you just moved to the BETA version. I just want to know if you're back to normal or not.”

“Try my knowledge test. Mathematical formulas, physics to the history of civilization, I will answer everything.”

“Who wants to know about such things.”

“Then?”

“About Sandyakala. I heard there are rumors going around about them. If you could know I'd give it five stars.”

The figure is now silent, like a machine that is processing something. The result is only between the two whether he managed to find the search data or even become an error. Calya was very curious this time.

“Accident killed the Sister, Sandyakala now officially belongs to the sister!”

“What is it?”

“The accident that killed his second son and wife 20 years ago, made rumours of an inheritance scramble spread to the media. Many assume that the accident was intentional so that the Brother can get a company that will almost certainly be handed over to the Brother.”

“If it was an accident 20 years ago why is the rumor spreading now?”

“Because recently someone uploaded a post on an anonymous forum. Explain some facts and gaffes about the accident, which is currently going viral.”

“Sounds like a way to be used by a business opponent. Cheap technique.”

Suddenly Keanu's hand pointed towards Calya's phone. “What's up?” ask the woman later.

“You promise to give five stars.”

“Iya. yes.. only feedback you have in mind.” said the woman grumbled.

Like a new routine for that woman to test Keanu's knowledge. The various topics they had discussed and in the end the various tests the woman gave were just ordinary conversations. Just like two people who are talking about trends or gossiping about rumors. The most important thing is that she really likes her new routine. The new routine is like a charger for Calya. When the work he did all day drained his energy, spending time talking to ‘men’ it will replenish his energy. 

But Calya is the type who when she likes something, then she will let it fill all her free time. The thing that his good friend, Qeiza strongly opposed. He is the one who always reminds Calya to have a dynamic life, not fixated on one thing. Calya's new routine will probably get her a scolding from Qeiza again this time. 

Are you going to spend your time in the apartment forever?

I’m your friend. The real human friend.

Even Calya could already imagine what scolding would be issued by her friend. Therefore Calya really hopes that Qeiza spends time with Damian so that the woman does not come and interrupt her activities and Calya can use her free time at will.

“Haaachhiimm” Qeiza sneezing suddenly.

“Why? Is the AC too cold?” ask Damian.

“No. Just suddenly sneezing.” replied Qeiza.

Both of them are now in Damian's car which leads nowhere. The man came to pick her up at exactly 8am without prior notice. Even when he asked about where and what they were going to do some time ago. The man still labeled the answer with the word ‘secret’.

Eventually the car stopped on a road in the suburbs. The two get off and Damian takes him walking into a small alley. Qeiza was still wondering what the man was bringing her here for, but rather than asking and just hearing the word ‘later you know yourself’, she would prefer to remember the route of the road she went through. As if something bad had happened, the woman would have no trouble finding her way back. Such was Qeiza and her imaginary world.

Damian suddenly stopped walking until Qeiza hit him on the back. “Aw.. why stop?” lamented the woman.

“We're here.”

“Here? What are we going to do here?” ask Qeiza while walking around.

An abandoned park with game facilities that have been damaged as well as a long wall full of swear words. Qeiza was too busy until she was unaware that the man beside her was trying to give her some stuff.

“What? What is all this for?” ask the woman while looking at the contents in the paper bag given to her. Some kind of brush.

“I heard your artistic talent is good.” said the man while lifting some cans of paint that somehow since when there was.

“You want me to paint here?”

“Not here, but on that wall.” Damian began to move towards one side of the wall followed by Qeiza behind him. Opened all the cans of paint he brought and signaled to Qeiza to start working.

Qeiza was still drowning in confusion, even so her body kept moving carrying some brushes and started walking closer towards the wall. A moment before he scratched his brush on the wall, he turned around and asked “This is not a test of employee ability right?”

“Instead, this is a special opportunity to work.” Damian replied with a small laugh.

Qeiza put away all her doubts, and started to work. Scraping different types of colors onto the wall, slowly but surely turning the wall full of doodles into a work of art with beautiful colors.

While Damian faithfully waited with a gaze that never separated from the figure of the woman. Not in the direction of a hard-working hand holding a painting tool or beautiful colors of his work. But a face that looks serious, focused and full of calm.

The woman didn't even care about the sun's growing hotter. Only occasionally rubbed the sweat flowing from the top of his head, also getting rid of the strands of hair that several times covered his vision. Makes Qeiza feel disturbed.

Hair again covered the woman's face and with reflexes Qeiza's hands moved to get rid of her. But his hand stopped before he could touch his face. Damian held her back before the hand that was now filled with wet paint left a mark on her face. Damian tidied up the strands of Qeiza's hair that had been blown off by the wind, put them back together and tied them with ribbons.

Qeiza was quite surprised, but she also could not move much with the body of the man who was right behind her. The sudden presence of the man made Qeiza's body stiffen instantly. He lost command of his body, not knowing whether he should look back, continue painting or fall silent while waiting for his mind to take over his body again,

“Now I know why the faces of the painters can be filled with paint.” Daman said right in the woman's ear.