Ex-girlfriend Diary

Fear of the Past

"The sun will rise and set every day and that's for sure."

Uneasily. Two eggs were almost shaken with their skin. Still good the eggs did not slip from the palm of the eldest child of the Gressa family.

"Badra's? Doesn't he work abroad? Kok... Ah, yeah, that's it! Then, Omella says what else, Ta?"

Janice asked as she wiped her hands with an apron attached to her body. His eyes glanced in any direction, following his troubled heart. Only a few days he did not return home, there were events that made him anxious. If only the children were not attending school events and required them to stay overnight, he would have provided himself at home. Certainly, he will pay attention to Omella, instead of helping the consumption section in the kitchen of the retreat house dealing with children's catering.

Ever since I got word from Horta about the incident that Omella experienced at work, Janice's mind became uncomplicated. Her younger sister called midnight and said Omella met Badra. The time wheel seemed to stop as the name Badra again ringed in Janice's ears.

Perhaps Horta also experienced the same uneasiness as him. To the extent that his little sister could not wait for the morning to call, after making sure Omella had slept of course. Both of them realize, Omella now only has them. There's nothing left. Eight years have passed. Now comes people from the past. For him and Horta, life will go its course. But for the middle child, will everything be okay?

"Ta, makuten! So what else did Omella say?" Janice urges.

[She asked why she broke up. Brother Omella forgot why she split up with Brother Badra.]

Janice propped up her body with both hands trembling on the table. "What do you answer?"

[I just shook my head. Don't say anything, brother.]

Janice sighed, relieved. "What else?"

[So it's just that, sis. Maybe they'll see you again today. I checked on Omella's cell phone as soon as she went to sleep. There's no Badra's name on his phone. They have not been able to communicate further. Ahh, don't come, deh. I called Janice because I was shocked and worried. Fears... ]

Horta fell silent, not continuing her sentence. Then...

[Ahh, it can be crazy to be anxious, nih, I. If they contact each other again, something bad happens with Kak Omella while we are not nearby, how to try? I'm not sure, Omella's condition is ready for that. Or the... Sis, do we need to make another appointment with a psychiatrist? Count, mentally prepare, Brother.]

"Later first. Let's see the progress. Tomorrow you will tell my sister again. If it is very necessary, you can contact the usual clinic," said Janice.

[Okay, Brother. When will my brother come home? I can buy time and distract Brother Omella until Brother comes. I can take a leave of absence. But at the very least, I need to know, Brother is coming home when?]

...*...

The alarm clock is so noisy even though it only sounds a few seconds. Omella's eyelids still feel heavy. But he also woke up. The smell of the fried egg gushed into his room. That was enough to make him a hundred percent alive again.

"Morning, Tataaa," he said. His head was poking out behind the kitchen door. "What cooking style?"

Horta, with an apron on her body, her right and left hands were busy with cooking utensils, glancing at Omella at a glance. He smiled, "Nasi fried morning sunburn. Your sweet spicy sound."

"Aack! Lovedoo!" Omella exclaimed in excitement. Being able to enjoy breakfast made by his sister is a form of morning luxury that although fun is still suspicious. "Still Tata. The tumben? In what order, huh?"

Horta nyengir. "I'm good again." Then he took Omella to sit down. Hearing this, Omella laughed. "Udah, breakfast yuk," he asked Omella. The dining table has been set. Already available at the table, a glass of strawberry juice for her brother and a cup of coffee for her.

Maybe only he and God know how restless he is looking for ways to keep Omella from working today. Reason, Badra. Horta doesn't want Omella to see Badra again today. Not so fast, her heart.

Omella enjoyed her breakfast. It's time, Tata's mind rounded up his intentions.

Horta smiled. "Alllora. I got an important phone call this morning. Today there is a commercial shoot and a photo shoot for a new program promo from the office. The makeup artist and costume designer could not even come. They just joined the filming team what is it outside the city and there is a change in schedule. They may not arrive on time. Well, because of that..."

"You want to ask me to help you find MUA and the costume people to replace them today?" Omella guesses fast. Omella shakes. "It's hard, Ta, if it's sudden. I can't promise."

"Yes, Brother. It must be hard" commented Horta. Then he said, "Today Brother is busy, isn't it? Have to attend a meeting or what event is it, at the fashion house?"

"Umm, no special events, anyway. Just work, usually rich. Why mother?"

Horta smiled widely and looked at Omella meaningfully. "No, that's what it is."

"What do you mean?"

"Nobody helped me. In fifteen minutes, we have to finish breakfast. At least half seven of us leave. After this big brother took a bath, and and beautiful, I keep kidnapping, yes. Thanks." Thanks." Not yet Omella responded, Horta had reached for a phone and called. "Hello, Sir. The makeup and costume are done, sir. We can shoot today."

Omella looked at her sister in surprise and annoyance. "I haven't even said anything, lo! Then I have to skip work?"

...* *...

Billy seemed to seriously examine the agenda on the tablet he was holding. His one hand focused on the tablet screen. While the other hand held the box of supplies that he thrust into the passenger next to him. Inside the box was a bitterballen and a salad of vegetables made by Salma.

"Today starts at eight. As usual, prepare an hour before. We'll get there in time. It is estimated that today is finished at two. After that back to the fashion house to meet Boss Mami and the designer yesterday. The night there was another photo shoot for advertising. Any corrections or additions?" Billy looked up, realizing the box in his hand had not moved. "Hey, breakfast, dong! It's brought in, here!"

The passenger next to him greeted the supply box from Billy's hands.

"Well, that's dong. Dismissed," said Billy. "Oh yes, with additional income today is quite enough to add a few percent of our game capital. But, still, less. Unless we get another project. Why not ask Boss Babe to invest? Borrow, deh. Sure can. So, we don't have to find investors anymore."

Oops. The passenger next door turned his head, rewarding Billy with a fierce look. "When have you been stupid?" Exalphus Nagendra looked at Billy in annoyance. "Morning to fight, huh?"

A smile on Billy's face. "Smurprise! Don't I know you?" Billy chuckles. We don't need investors. Nih," Billy showed a solid agenda table of activities to his fellow passengers. He knows his best friend's habits. Not asking for help while you can still try. Never before has Billy found Exal repotting others if not very forced.

Exal also never want to use his family's big name to achieve personal goals. Evidently, XT Corp, which was founded three years ago, does not even use a family name. Even if Rega and Rocky Nagendra are involved as supervisory boards, Exal's twin brothers do not take advantage of the name and power of the family business. "Oh yeah, about the name of our game. What if his name is The Battle of Oditi?"

"Is there another idea?"

Billy thought seriously. "The War of Oditi? Oditi Land's? Lady Oditi's? Throne of The Lady?"

"Ah. Why Oditi again, anyway? I even wanted to lift another one. He is the main character. But use the name Oditi to name the game impression very feminine. We'll talk later."

Billy laughs. "Ahh, sorry. I think I'm in love with Lady Oditi. Add love after seeing the sketch drawn by your designer Mama, Xal. Well, if it were a real man, I'd take him to the altar!"

"Make sacrificed?"

The car that brought them over. The atmosphere is still quite quiet. Only two security guards were seen walking around and one janitor was at work. Exal and Billy get out of the car, walking down the parking lot to the elevator.

"Xal, if the designer who made the sketch Oditi still does not want to say, he can leak information from whom?" ask Billy. Exal.

"I need to see him for an explanation. Hopefully not because one of our teams is deliberately revealing character data and everything about our game. If that's the case, I don't know what to do."

Billy nodded in understanding Exal's intentions. He also expects the same. The elevator door would have closed if Billy's shoes hadn't held him back. The elevator door opened again. Billy pulls Exal in, joining the other three people already inside. Maybe they were employees there. It was unlikely that any office guests would come at such a early time.

"The design is pretty, isn't it?" billy's seductive when the elevator doors closed. He wants to keep the Exal mood. Rather than upsetting Exal early in the morning by talking about sketches, it is better to switch to a lighter topic.

"It's just beautiful if the deceiver," replied Exal, equally shrewd. "She said Oditi's sketch was from a dream. That means he got a wangsit, a message from the sky told Oditi's picture, is that it? Hahey! Trouble reason. Basic cheater! He must have lied to people."

"Prffl! Hehe!" Billy couldn't hold back his laughter. But because it was not good with the other elevator users, Billy muffled his laughter.

"Kok can he be trusted to be a designer at a fashion house that big? Then he's a great con man. We need to be careful, Bil! Don't let us be fooled by him, be deceived as well."

"okay, Boss. Now, let's work first. About him, we think later," said Billy.

TING! The elevator doors opened. Billy, Exal and the others are in quick succession exiting the elevator. Unbeknownst to the others, the shortest person in the backmost order muffled a great vexation in silence.

...* * *...

"Hello, Billy. Let's meet again. How are you today?" Horta warmly welcomed Billy's presence. As the person in charge of the promotional production this time, Horta intervened in negotiations with the main model. Billu, the model manager is also very orderly, dynamic, and cooperative.

"Known, Mas Horta. This is our model. Xal, this is Mas Horta, our CIP," Billy said. The model greeted with an equally warm smile.

Inwardly, Horta admired the model. Besides being good looking, the model is also professional. Evidently, the model came long before work time, just to mature the preparation personally and team on site. His face was fresh, friendly, and cooperative-looking.

Another with advertising models that he has handled before. Come mepet, even late and some still know themselves to apologize for various reasons even though they still complain this way with a series of requests that are sometimes beyond the common sense of normal humans. No one wants to come this morning. Even if there is, it usually comes with panda eyes, a sleepy face, or a distinctive body odor of morning sweat bathed in fragrance from the tips of hair to the tops of toenails.

For Horta, such pretentious artist habits are nothing new. Only, the name of the person in question will definitely be included in the yellow, red, even black list in particular note. Another story when meeting with people who are low profile, disciplined, and cooperative. The famous model with the name X+ALT, for example. His name will be on Horta's blue list. Blue for professional label. Green for safe, cooperative label. Their model today seems to be in the green book with a blue label.

"Well, then for the morning shoot you can learn first the story board. Little dialogue. Just a few words and a short sentence. The rest for action scenes, later use CGI. The new set is re-checked, so it's safer." Horta gave an explanation. Billy and the model seemed to be listening, seriously listening. "Oh yeah, can you start, maybe?"

"Oh, yeah, sure. It can be, Mas. Xal, ready right?"

Exal nodded, then sat facing the mirror. Horta opened the makeup room door, calling the crew. Then a woman came in. Her body was not too tiny but definitely shorter than Horta, Billy, and Exal. The woman was wearing a mask. Her hair was up. There were bangs framing his eyebrows and a few strands of a child's hair falling on his cheek. Part of her face was covered in a pink strawberry mask.

"Please, Brother. Missie? The cika! Right here! Cika, you help here, yes. The costumes are there please bring here" Horta told another. Another girl brought in three neatly wrapped clothes and stared at Exal and Billy. Steadily, the woman asked permission to take pictures together, and was allowed.

"I'm fans of you, lo," said Cika hysterically repeatedly and seemed misbehaved. "Sir Horta, I asked for a photo of you too Father, yes! Make mementos, sir," Cika's love.

"Lho! Me too? Why am I being photographed?" horta asked confusedly.

"Finally my father is also handsome!" Cika's answer made Horta blush, precisely shy of Billy and the advertising model. Billy laughed amusedly at the woman's behavior and Horta's response, while Exal just smiled, standard.

The woman wearing the mask just stood indifferent and relaxed in the other corner. Exal was secretly observing the woman. Very funny, Inner Exal. Maybe he was used to working with famous people, so his attitude was like that, Exal thought again.

"You want to take a photo too?" Billy offered the other woman a mask. The woman shook her head. He even offered to hold a cellphone used for taking pictures. Cika asked to be photographed with Exal, Billy, and Horta. Nice opportunity photographed with three handsome men. All three are models. The difference is, only Horta is an impromptu model. Horta chose to work as an ordinary office man.

Finished taking pictures, Horta asked Cika to leave the room. Horta was a little afraid, Cika could not work well because it was too groggy to be near her idol. Finished 'exorcising' Cika, Horta approached the masked woman.

"Let me help. I checked the others first. Okay?" pinta Horta is gentle. The woman nodded. "Spirit!" Horta patted both of the women's shoulders, giving support. Billy and Exal watched from the reflection of the mirror in front of them. "Okay, I'll stay first. If there is a problem, Billy directly contact me. Everyone's Spirit!"Horta left the room.

"Good morning. Let's start the makeup, yeah," said the woman. Exal nodded and prepared in his chair. Her eyes and the girl's eyes occasionally met each other. Exal felt like he had seen that pair of eyes. He was a little familiar with the way he looked and glanced at those eyes. But, where, huh?

"I'm sorry? Have we met before?" Billy who had been busy observing page after page of the fashion magazine in his hands spontaneously looked up to hear Exal's question. The woman asked was silent for a second.

"Hm," The woman nodded while continuing to tidy up Exal's hairdo.

"Where, huh?" Exal asked again.

The woman only stared at Exal's eyes at a glance while tidying up her makeup tools. He took the costume and asked Exal to wear it. "Please wear this one. The dressing room is inside."

Billy's phone reads, "Yes? ... Oh, okay!" he ended the conversation. "Five minutes of dressing up is enough? We were asked to the location. Set and crew are ready." Exal.

"Then I wait in front" said the woman. With deft dressing table is neat. Billy was surprised by the speed and alertness of the fairies. Neat, organized, deft, efficient. Cool, inner Billy. Especially if the woman works alone. Usually a perias accompanied by an assistant, especially if the costume is also entrusted to him. Is this alone? Cute and neat anyway. Not messy and crumbling with tissue or cotton everywhere.

"Do I need help?" Billy offered himself. "It's heavy, right?"

The woman shook her head, refusing politely without seeming haughty. "I have a trolley, really, Mom. Thanks for the offer. Okay, I'm waiting outside near the door, yeah, Mas."

Billy was forced to. "A reliable makeup teacher like her must be sought after by many people. I'm glad to have a rich MUA. Your makeup is good too, Xal. I want the number, ah! One day I need his services."

From behind the dressing room Exal came out, already wearing a costume. "Origin, do not tempt him. She has a special relationship with Mas Horta." Exal says. He listened to Billy talk. So, he was sure, the woman was at the door and could hear enough of their conversation if their volume was normal.

"Know where?" Billy approached, whispering.

Exal fiddled himself in front of the mirror. "Don't you see Horta's treatment of that girl? I'm sure they're close. Hope you wish Mas Horta had just pedekate with that girl. Betewe, where have I met him, huh?"

"Same self as he? As long as I keep you, I'm sure this is the first time I've seen her rich fairies. Skillful, effective, efficient, little talk and a lot of work" Billy says. "And don't look up or steal a chance."

Exal glanced at Billy in the mirror. In my heart, I agree with Billy about skill and what was it. But he must have met that woman. If not themselves by him, then where do they meet and interact in what things?

"Ready? Yuk, we're on location!" Call Billy to stop Exal's curiosity for a while. Now, he has to work.