Has Olive's heart finally settled down? Nope, not yet!
After being utterly surprised by Thomas's actions – well, Olive can't entirely blame him, can she? They both stooped down together to pick up the farthest sheet of paper, and then an incident occurred that Olive can't forget until now.
Olive wonders if there's a CCTV camera in Thomas's office. If there is, will they review it like during internal audits? What will her face look like? Purple? Red? Green? Oh God! Why does Olive's memorable moment have to be like this?
How could she forget that Thomas's face was so close to hers? Not to mention, Olive can still feel the accidental meeting of their lips? It's indescribable. Words can't capture it. Her heart felt like it was beating loudly, like it wanted to fight someone, but who? And what's even more absurd is that she bumped into the edge of a table! Yes, dear readers! This is a concoction of embarrassment, extreme embarrassment compounded by her squared
"But I don't want it with Miss here." Nathan chuckled. "I want Olive to help me today.""Well... but the procedure is like this, sir," Olive tried to explain. "Besides, I'm here."Nathan seemed to consider something. "Can I meet Marta?""Unfortunately, Ms. Marta isn't in today, sir," Dela quickly interjected. "May I assist you with something?""So it seems." Nathan reluctantly gave in. He took out some documents and other identification for fund transfers and substantial cash deposits. He handed several slips that he had prepared to Dela for verification."Is everything here, sir?" Dela asked as she examined eight different slips she was going to check and input."Yes. Don't make any mistakes, Miss. I don't have time to fix minor errors.""Understood, sir." Dela nodded. She was slightly annoyed by Nathan's previous comment. Just because he was a priority customer? But when she accessed the customer's data, her eyes widened. She also f
"Ready?" Thomas asked, double-checking one last time. Beside him, Olive sat casually in an oversized sweater paired with jeans and turquoise sneakers. Everything Olive wore this morning was just too cute to miss, and Thomas couldn't tear his eyes away from her since earlier. Even though Seira, who was occasionally clearing her throat, gave him a warning. Well, what more can be said? Thomas was simply too captivated."Ready," Olive replied, tidying her hair a bit. She then rolled down Thomas's car window, waving to her mother standing by the fence. "I'm heading out, Mom.""Take care, okay," Seira smiled faintly. "Tell Thomas to stay focused while driving."Thomas certainly heard Seira's words. He just grinned. "Don't worry, Mom, Olive will be safe with me.""Once you're at your mother's place, call immediately. I'll keep an eye from here, you know. I know how long the drive from Senayan to Bogor takes, especially in the morning. The traffic regulations hav
"'Mr. Thomas' is just an excuse, right, Mom?" Olive asked, leaving Thomas flabbergasted."No," Seira shook her head quickly. "Mr. Thomas is honest."It felt good to hear Seira talk like that."Besides, Liv, if we're just getting acquainted, why are you making such a fuss? What's the big deal?"Olive pouted. She seemed reluctant to express what was on her mind."From our phone conversation earlier, Mr. Thomas's mother seems nice. You won't be eaten alive.""Mami, seriously!""Besides, if after meeting, she gets along with you, and the guy's side is ready, then Mom should accept it. The key question is simple: is your boyfriend ready to propose to you if asked to?""Ready," Thomas interjected quickly."Mom!""See?" Seira laughed. "Mom gives you thirty minutes to chat. After that, you can go home, Mr. Thomas. Not that we're kicking you out. You both must be tired, right? You're going to Bogor tomorrow morning, aren't
"Nah, here's my place," Thomas said, pulling the gear lever. He turned off the car engine. "Thank God we made it."Olive unbuckled her seatbelt. At the same time, Thomas briefly held Olive's arm."Let me open the door for you.""Oh, no!" Olive shook her head firmly. Her grin was wide. "I don't want to! I don't want to be 'Ba—'" Olive winced. "Okay, Bae. I don't want you to ‘Sir’ me again. Nope! Dangerous!""Am I a virus or something? Dangerous?" Thomas laughed. Especially seeing Olive's behavior, who shot out of the car without hesitation.Meanwhile, Olive felt like covering her face with anything. But how could she? Why did she have to deal with a guy like Thomas?She couldn't forget when they ordered breakfast. Thomas didn't want to use the drive-thru service, for some reason. Even though it was the easiest, right? Just point at what you want to order without having to get out of the car. When asked, he casually said, "Wh
Olive managed to laugh. "Your words! Like a poet!""Oh, seriously. If you're not moved to have a partner but immediately agree that I can approach you, what do you call it if not God's hand at play?""Talking to you takes a lot of vocabulary to turn the situation around," Olive still clung to her laughter. "Come on, it's almost noon. We haven't had breakfast, geez."Thomas hurriedly got into the car. What Olive said was true. The slower they moved, the more likely they would get stuck for a long time when passing through the Puncak area, as regulations might be enforced by then."Will you feed me?" Thomas asked as soon as he saw Olive starting to unwrap their orders."Sure," Olive replied quickly. "The waffle, right?""Don't pour too much syrup. My life is sweet enough because of you."Olive pouted. "Don't talk nonsense." She quickly cut a piece of toast. "Just eat.""It's too big, Liv. You're trying to kill me with this."
Ehm... how long has Olive been engrossed in lively conversations with Kalina? It feels like forever. It started at the gate; from the moment they hopped on the motorcycle. They had something to talk about all the time. Even during shopping, for some reason, they kept veering off in all directions. Olive bought all sorts of things, but what was even more astonishing was Thomas's mother. Basically, if she thought Olive might like something, she bought it! Whether Olive wanted it or not. Olive had declined, but it didn't matter; a package was still hanging from the motorcycle's hook.But that wasn't the worst of it."Hey, Mrs. Ratih, let me introduce you to my future daughter-in-law. She's beautiful, right?""Mrs. Sopiah, how have you been? We haven't gathered at Mrs. Ipah's house for so long. It's always fun when we get together. Let me introduce you to my future daughter-in-law.""Oh my God, Miss Riska. Where are you headed? I'm going shopping. My future d
"She does.""What does she do?""I'll tell you later. We're on the road now. I'm afraid you might be shocked.""Eh?"Olive just laughed. "At the next intersection, we turn, right, Bu? I'm not familiar with the streets here. I might get lost.""Yeah, turn. After that, just go straight until you reach that big community hall, then turn right.""Are you really not going to tell me, Liv? Now I'm curious, and it's not good to make an old lady curious."As if Olive would tell her mother's job in the middle of the street like this? More likely, she wouldn't be heard properly, but would instead be asked repeatedly because it wasn't clear due to the wind and the noise of other vehicles. It wouldn't be a good idea, right?***"Hey?" Olive called while tapping on the bedroom door, which was slightly open. "Dad, are you in there?" Olive didn't want to step further into this room. She was afraid that if Thomas wasn't here, he might b
Olive had already curled up with her blanket and pillow. So comfortable. Occasionally, she could still feel a gentle caress on her head. The room's air conditioning was set to a not-too-low temperature. The air around Thomas's residential area was still quite cold at night.Kalina looked at the girl sleeping next to her with a genuine smile. Every stroke she gave contained millions of prayers. Just so this girl would be willing and comfortable spending time with her son. Her request for a future daughter-in-law was never extravagant. She didn't set too high standards. She remembered where she came from. What she was enjoying now was the result of her son's hard work and sweat from working abroad. There was Thomas's hard work and determination to raise his status in the community where he lived.Thomas's happiness was her priority. She had never seen Thomas's eyes shine as brightly as today, the day he introduced Olive to her. Ah, she remembered. Thomas had been just as