Daisy Meets Johann's

Chapter 1.3: I Met Him

I should be able to start today with a good quote from the book I just read this morning when I didn't take the time to eat breakfast.

"Life only once. Enjoy it."

It was like hearing a TV commercial out of nowhere in the corner of my reading that was supposed to be soundproof. That sentence slightly shakes me up to start the activity. It was almost the order of my list of activities in the first hour of molor. One minute I couldn't tolerate it.

If possible I also want to hear the entire latest Taylor Swift album and for a moment relax sitting enjoying an artificial lake in the garden behind a house surrounded by forests full of cedar trees. Besides, I've been stuck in the apartment for a long time because of work, even though I occasionally go out to eat.

It was very tempting to do barbeque outdoors especially I just knew there was a lake not far from where I live. It's only 500 meters on foot, but impossible in this cold weather.

I should have taken my leave after winter was over. I don't like the weather too hot and too cold. Calculations wrong.

Today is also why I have to receive messages from people who ask for money early in the morning when I am already in standby mode for work.

Moms

Marie. Can you send money today? I'll wait until 09:00. You all want to go out to see Mom Somi. His son is new so all of you. Love you's. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

PS: You can add one million to pay for insurance, right?

It's not something I've just experienced, but it's enough to make me muntab. And thinking about it to this extent would also only be a waste of time and energy. Immediately I transferred right then and my mind focused on today's work .

Am I being too nice or just being pretentious? Whatever the reason, I don't want to think about that guy all day. Tucking yourself in as a good person also tastes bitter. Doesn't fit.

"That's it." I took a deep breath and entered into the 4×4-sized room. There were only my personal belongings there - two seventh-level bookshelves and an acacia chair with pads to comfortably sit down to read. That chair prevents me from falling asleep while reading a book.

I don't have a place called an office. The company where I work permanently allows its employees to work from home. That was two years ago. Precisely the editor-in-chief, inspired to change the workplace atmosphere to be more humane. Wasn't that before? No. gabe. Much the same. That changes only from the efficiency factor.

I love the way he leads and I'm so lucky to be working under him. Maybe this is why I don't want to break his trust in me. At the very least, I always finish all the articles before the deadline.

While turning on the computer, I put the agenda book on my desk. A little blue light made my eyes glare. Even though the lighting in the room is centered on the sun out there which although the glass window on the balcony has not been opened because the cold temperature reaches 15 degrees, the intensity of sunlight is actually quite supportive. Maybe the minus in the eye increases.

Last night I was only able to sleep at one hour because of speeding up an article that will come out this morning on the website. Because a friend was late to check his finishing, I had to overtime. But luckily, today there's not much to write about. After all my work was done in 4.5 hours, I got some free time. Alone indeed, unfortunately it is not suitable if there is in the season when the sun rarely comes out.

I reopened the agenda book. Many footnotes use pencils in a few lines. The latest post remains the same as yesterday.

I don't know if he's sorry for doing it or not? The problem is, none of the characters in the story knows who Johann really is. What kind of person is he? His past hasn't even been written down for five years.

If I was given the chance to rewrite the story, there I would never be able to put my face back where I worked. I will only damage his image because what will be written there is only a cliche story that mostly uses a plot with a fabricated conflict. My boss immediately fired me if he was the editor.

I am used to writing articles that contain tips that most of me get from the source directly. It will never make it into the first search list on google as it may not be popular enough. Then with that experience, will my writing make Johann's charisma shine even more? There is a story he will be an inscription in the form of a foot stamp on the stone. There's no writing.

Daisy and Johann. It would be impossible to tell the story of these two people. Especially with a messy time sequence because there are many pieces of jigsaw that are still missing. Johann whose mind is hard to read and Daisy who is full of doubts.

It's sad, but I hope the next piece of writing will explain why the chronology of the story is not sequential.

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The past, two days before. My suspicions grew when some of my friends testified that they had coincidentally seen Johann coming to each of my classes. And strangely he did not see me at all. Did he know on purpose that I took the same class as him.

I don't know why he was so angry at the last meeting. When I accidentally spilled a drink on his shirt. Since that day, two years have passed. It's been that long I haven't heard from her again.

It's impossible, right, he didn't want to meet me for that long just because of that trivial thing. I wasn't even given a chance to apologize because he just walked away from me.

Johann, even though we were a family from childhood, he never opened up to us. What we did to him was like a return. There is no sincerity. Does he think like that?

"Daisy!"

I was surprised that someone called me with that voice. A very distinctive voice, deep sounding washed away. The owner of this voice is him.

"Erick?"

"Daisy. I thought I would never see you again, "he said with a very contrived smile. What does his word mean.

"I mean, whenever I want to see you, Johann always gets in my way. I didn't know he was so consistent here to make me unable to meet you."

"What?"