Olive was left to return to the kitchen to get her meal. If they set off and Olive's stomach was still empty, Thomas could be sure he would need to swallow a lot of patience pills. Besides many irritating things happening, Thomas was also getting a headache because of Olive's hunger.
"So, what are your plans for living together?"
"In a week, Mom. There are a few things that need to be adjusted first, in case Olive isn't comfortable." He started sipping the coffee Olive made. Even though Thomas knew she just poured it and brewed it, maybe because Olive made it, it still tasted good.
Seira seemed to nod in understanding.
"After we meet Mr. Rusdi, I'll drop Olive off at the apartment. Mom will be there. Let Olive decide how she wants things. Next week, I'll move Olive."
"Next week, Bae?" Olive asked while bringing a plate of rice with side dishes. "You said tonight. Changed your mind?"
Thomas shook his head. "There are things I need to mo
Thomas still picked up Olive on his motorcycle, not only for time efficiency but also because he didn't want to miss moments of closeness with Olive. They had breakfast together at the place Olive chose to fill not only their stomachs but also their hearts. Hearts? Yes, indeed! While chewing their food, Thomas also filled his spirit by observing every detail of his wife, who had so many quirks. "Yah!" Olive sighed in disappointment. "It's still an hour away, Bae," she said with a disappointed expression. Her helmet visor was raised, her eyes were full of excitement as she was heading to her favorite chicken noodle place. Well... now it's all gloomy. Plus, her lips protruded five centimeters because she couldn't get what she wanted right now! She really wanted to taste it; you know? Oh God! Why did Thomas keep thinking about Olive's lips all the time? Whose fault was it that those lips were like a tornado at the center of a big storm in Thomas's life? And with
Nothing had changed in Thomas's activities on the fourth floor. He checked and reviewed loan applications, occasionally talked to crucial clients when there were complaints. Because when they filed objections, it usually affected other applications, which would then impact their targets. And one more thing, the CCTV that showed the counter area always appeared on the main screen. It had been intentionally moved to a larger section so that Olive's face could be seen more clearly. Even though they weren't in the same room, and he couldn't constantly watch Olive, this CCTV played a significant role in helping him. It also made Thomas chuckle before refocusing on the stack of applications on his desk. However, as he was only checking two applications, his phone vibrated softly. Thomas wanted to ignore it, but what if it was urgent? [CS Somerset: Good afternoon, Mr. Thomas. We inform you that the VVIP room service at our hotel is now available for booking. Regarding your
At the age of twenty-three, Olive had never been to a premier cinema like this. Right from the start, the privileges and the luxurious setting were evident. Guided to exchange the tickets, Olive looked at the tickets in her hand several times. "It's like an envelope with a love letter inside, Bae," she said, giggling. She couldn't bear to let go of the luxurious black and gold envelope. "Love letters aren't black, Bee," Thomas chuckled. He gently put his arm around his wife as they walked. Olive was too fascinated by the spacious room and the large screen in front of her, which was different from the regular theaters she used to visit with Darius and Riana. "Which seats are ours?" "It's over there," Thomas pointed out, choosing seats that were right in the middle of the room. "This is really exclusive, isn't it, Bae?" Thomas chose to smile faintly. "Have you been here before? Maybe with your ex?" "Not yet." Thomas asked Olive t
"Is this all your stuff, Bee?" Thomas confirmed. This was the last box going into the trunk of his car. Olive's large suitcase was already placed in the back seat of his car. The boxes Olive pointed out were about five, and they seemed enough to be placed in the room they would occupy later. Today was a bright Saturday morning when Thomas officially brought Olive to live in his apartment. Next week, their agenda would be to visit Thomas's house, which was still under renovation. And today, Thomas took Olive to spend some quality time together. "Yes," Olive emerged from her room. She was wearing a soft violet chiffon blouse with a bow accent in front. Her tight black jeans came down to her calves, creating a very sweet ensemble. Not to forget one thing that made Thomas lose focus. Olive's eyes had turned purple! Matching her outfit. It didn't really bother Thomas, but Olive looked incredibly cute. So cute that he almost didn't want other people to see her. But
Thomas parked his car exactly in the available slot. Hasan furrowed his brow in confusion when he saw the boss's car parked there again. "Good morning, sir," Hasan greeted as soon as Thomas got out of the car, but his steps hurried to open the door on the side. "Oh, good morning, Hasan. Sorry. Open the door for the Missus first." Hasan was taken aback. Thomas, who used to be rarely friendly, sometimes even had a half-hearted smile, had truly changed. According to the office gossip, his boss had fallen under the Olive Effect. A day without seeing her felt like centuries of separation. When they did meet, it was like a raging Reog performance. When he bowed down, it was only in front of Olive. That was Thomas's version in October this year. Actually, as far as Hasan knew during his time working at SAVEFUND Senayan, his boss rarely responded to women who approached him on a personal level. He behaved like a boss to his subordinates, nothing more.
No. That statement doesn't make Olive lose her focus. Personal matters are strictly off-limits at the counter. She's had enough warnings and lessons. Can't she remember that throughout her time working here? Besides, Thomas only gave her three months. Her relationship with Thomas at work remains strictly professional, although sometimes Thomas behaves oddly! The customer queue is long, requiring Olive to stay focused on each transaction slip, both from Dela and Yossie. Even though Dela is always under her watchful eye, she can't ignore Yossie either. She can't afford to be careless just because Yossie is her friend. If Yossie gets into trouble, she could get dragged into it too, right? "Miss Olive," Hasan called, knocking on the closed counter door. "Yes, sir?" "There's a delivery." Olive looked puzzled. "A delivery?" "Yes, Miss. I couldn't accept it because it's quite large and needs a place to put it." Olive's confusi
However, when Thomas descended from the fourth floor and approached Olive, who greeted him with a smile, nothing was amiss. Seriously, Olive could still joke about the bouquet he had given her earlier in the day. She said, "Your money is quite plentiful, huh? Wow... I won't hesitate to spend everything you have."Her smile was priceless to Thomas now. He knew that Olive hadn't had the chance to admire the bouquet properly since the SAVEFUND customers had been quite busy today. Olive had even taken her meals in turns with her coworkers. Their daily work routine remained unchanged. Thomas hadn't created any special situations for Olive just because he was her superior at the Senayan branch. As long as they were both bank employees..."Do you like the bouquet?" Thomas asked after ensuring that Olive had entered the car and was comfortably seated. He gazed at her beautiful face with an unwavering fascination. He also gently caressed her delicate cheek. Thomas knew that whe
He always forgot what he wanted to talk about, especially regarding their finances.Well... what can you do, right? The atmosphere was supportive, the soft bed was always ready to be torn apart, and Olive always managed to lure him into continuing their activities until his wife screamed his name at the end of their activities."Try opening the dashboard," Thomas instructed as he released their intertwined hands."Another hotel invitation, huh?" Olive was taken aback. "Oh, Bae, don't be ridiculous. My body still feels tired, you know. Can't you just do it once? I need to recharge. What if I get too tired and pass out? It's not funny, you know, Bae, if there's viral news about a wife passing out during her wedd—"Thomas wanted to pinch Olive's nose to cut off her breath entirely and then give her some extra breath right on her lips."Just open the dashboard," he said. If he continued to listen to Olive's nonsensical rambling, he would only bec
Seira adjusts her glasses again. She wraps Olive to move away from the grave while whispering to pay attention to her steps. She doesn't want Olive to slip, even though the cemetery area is dry. There's nothing to worry about, but still, Seira doesn't want to take any risks.Before she truly leaves the grave of the woman who was once part of her life, Seira says, "I forgive you. Forgive me for not being the prideful daughter-in-law like Marissa, okay? I could only work at home and spend Tedy's money. Yes. That's just how Seira is. May you rest in peace."Olive can't stop staring at the large bowl of beef soup with broth. It contains carrot slices and sprinkles of fried onions and fresh slices of scallions. Olive inhales the aroma emanating from her ordered bowl several times."It's still hot, Bee," Thomas warns."Yeah, Sweetie." Olive grins satisfactorily. "The aroma is so delicious.""This beef soup place is Papa's favorite, Olive," Robert says wi
The gentle breeze brushing against Seira, she doesn't care at all. Her red hair has changed, much darker than the color she used before. But when she could enjoy the result in the mirror's reflection, it turns out to be truly suitable for her face. Koni said she looks much fresher.I don't know. She doesn't take the praise seriously or not. Not that she doesn't want to appreciate it, Koni always praises her every time she wears something new. So, according to her thinking, whatever Seira wears always fits her perfectly. Blessed with a face with a fairly sharp jawline, a pointed nose, and perfectly round eyes, sharply staring at her interlocutors, plus her beautifully split lips, making Seira even at her current age, as if time has stopped near her."I didn't expect you to come too."Since earlier, the man who met Seira right in front of this public cemetery gate didn't talk much. Not that he didn't want to, just greeting seems to be lost somewhere. All he could
"You always want more from me.""Come on." She nudges her husband's back gently. "I'm gonna make some smoothies. You want some, right?""Whatever you make, I'll eat it."Before Robert truly leaves the kitchen area, Seira grabs his arm. This makes Robert furrow his brow. "What's up? Earlier you wanted me to leave for work right away?"Seira's smile widens. She steps closer and when she's right in front of Robert, she gives him a quick peck as a form of encouragement. Unfortunately, Robert isn't content with just getting his lips wet."God, just be enough for his heart. Don't let anyone else break us apart. Make this man the only one who loves me with all his heart. It's only You I ask."***Olive grins widely. Like a lottery winner who just hit the jackpot today. Her eyes refuse to go anywhere else but to the printout of the ultrasound she just had. Even though she's still sitting on the edge of the examination bed. Listening, albeit n
This morning in Sydney, it's been pouring pretty heavily. The droplets drenching the smallest continent in the world have been hitting since last night. The weather forecast says it's better for folks to stay indoors. They're saying there might even be a pretty strong storm hitting. Seira's not bothered, though, about being inside this spacious unit.Two bedrooms and a kitchen area with plenty of food stocks keep her from getting too bored. She actually makes good use of it. She spends a lot of her time doing yoga. She doesn't need a private instructor. She declined because for her, she just needs privacy. Plus, there are plenty of tutorials she can watch on YouTube channels.Unless she's back in Senayan. Maybe the private issue with a special instructor is something she can consider. Honestly, Seira isn't too fluent in English. She can't just say yes or no! Oh God! Just remembering it makes her stomach suddenly cramp.That's why she chooses to be alone. She onl
Thomas's smile widens. "Patience, okay?" He then releases his hold on Olive's face. He chooses to tightly hold his wife's hand, intertwining their fingers, one of which has their wedding ring on."First, you're the most beautiful. This isn't a lie. Among all the women I've been close to, you're the winner." What Thomas says is the truth. Even when she's pregnant, although her belly hasn't grown too much yet, it seems like Olive has gained some weight. Proof is her chubby cheeks.But it doesn't matter. For Thomas, she's even sexier now. Plus, Olive's body is fuller and perfect for cuddling all night long. Even though sometimes he wonders, Thomas still goes along with whatever Olive eats within her control.Her mother says, "You're lucky, Thomas, Olive isn't picky about food. Thank God, Mrs. Giana, you know her, right? Lina? When she was pregnant with her second child, she couldn't eat at all. Had to be on IV. Weak all the time until she became skinny. Pitiful to
Olive pouts. There's really no remedy to coax a smile out of her, even a little. It feels like her heart is wrapped in annoyance and being overly emotional. Well... why not? The day she feared has arrived.Wait.A frightening day? Is there such a thing?For Olive, there are days when she feels like she no longer has Thomas's attention. It's like being in a long-distance relationship, not seeing each other for a long time. Especially not being able to see his face while he's at Senayan. Oh God! Sometimes Olive does tend to overdramatize things, but what can she do? She really feels that way.It's been two weeks since her mother's wedding. Almost every day, Seira keeps her updated, and Olive herself often gets absorbed in gossiping through the airwaves. Even though there are often signal problems, Olive doesn't mind. Proof is, she just enjoys spending a lot of time chatting with her mom, especially after work.She shares a lot with her mother, especi
"Hi, Wife," Robert greets when their eyes finally meet. Full of closeness and intimacy. Even their breaths seem to greet each other's faces."Hi, Husband," Seira replies just as warmly."Finally, today has arrived."Seira smiles tightly."Darling, last night's anger wasn't continued."The woman's brow furrows slightly."If it continues, I won't deny my words about smudging your lipstick.""Why so quiet?" Robert asks, slightly loosening their embrace. "Did I not hug you enough last night?""You're always talking nonsense, aren't you, Ro?" Seira says with a chuckle. "Come on, Johan must have been waiting since earlier, right?"Robert laughs. "When else will I get the chance to see Seira blush again?""Ro!"***Their journey to Sydney was accompanied by several family members, including Olive, whose in-laws also joined to see them off for a while."Don't forget to keep in touch, Mom," Olive says
Robert's departure back to Sydney couldn't be postponed. Besides having many projects that needed to be completed urgently, the man also prepared a special trip for himself and Seira."Nothing left behind, right?" Robert double-checked before they headed to the car Johan had prepared."Nah, I don't think so," Seira replied softly, but her eyes glanced again at the two large suitcases already at the apartment door. Her mind smoothly recalled the contents of the suitcases and what needed to be brought. "I'm pretty sure not," she said with a faint smile."Is Olive coming to see us off?""Yeah, she is," Seira laughed. "Wouldn't want to miss the moment waving goodbye to me, Ro."Robert just smiled thinly. His eyes focused on Seira standing by his side, showing a radiant face just for him. She looked even prettier in Robert's eyes, although he knew this dress she was wearing had been worn before. But it seemed different this
"Delicious or super delicious, Sir," Darius quickly responds. "Olive's taste buds don't know the word 'not delicious'. Everything is delicious to her. That's why inviting Olive to eat is the most fun. Not much comment. Before you know it, her plate is empty."Thomas chuckles. What Darius said is true, isn't it? It's rare to hear Olive comment on the taste of food that's already been ordered. Instead, she says it's a shame if it's not finished. A waste. It's a sin to waste food, she says. Better to go into her stomach.The problem is, no matter how much Olive eats, her body doesn't widen sideways. She remains slim and unchanged. When Thomas first met Olive, his wife rarely exercised. Thomas is confused, huh."Shut up!" Olive glares, not pleased. "Instead of worrying about my appetite, you better tell me what you've tried at the food booths over there. What's good?""If you like Zuppa Soup, I think it's good," Riana quickly says, pointing to the place on th