Ex-girlfriend Diary

Standby One: I'm Starting to Like

"When it rains spoiled and your shadows are everywhere, is this a sign that I'm starting to like you?"

Omella filled her glass with mineral water. His heart rate is still fast. Like running away. Ja. Omella just ran. Run from a small space that is conjured for technical reasons into a dressing room. Also running away from reality.

What was that? Why does that guy know how to hug?

Not wanting to continue her thoughts with the absurd, Omella immediately drank water from her glass. Gulped it a lot.

How can I survive until tomorrow afternoon? Tonight I'm going to. Tomorrow he's filming. Yes, I asked to be replaced? Is there an impromptu makeup artist? If I'm determined to survive, he continues to act mischievously to me, how dong? But, the hell of a time, he's such a rich man? Could be, right? Or am I just thinking weird?

From outside the door came the rushing sound of Horta running around. Panicked. He's looking for Omella. He must find her immediately to know the clarity.

"Sister! Hooh-hooh-hooh!" Horta stopped suddenly as soon as she saw her brother inside a room. His presence also made his brother shocked.

"What, Ta? How's it? What's up?" ask Omella to panic.

"Son's the 'what's up'. Why did you run? Brother in front of people?" Horta's face was panicked as well. .

Omella shakes. "No why. Napa's mom?"

"Gee!" Horta sagged on the floor. His back was against the wall. "Thank God, my brother is okay. Look Brother ran here earlier I thought something bad happened to Brother." Horta laughed, looking at her brother's face. "Yes, is my brother okay? Then why run?"

Omella sat on the floor, right next to Horta. "You're not torturing people anymore."

Horta. "Well? Me? Torture people? Wh who? How's mrsinka?"

"Tata, anyway. Bummer!"

Horta faced her brother. Increasingly surprised. "I? Bummer? How can? What fault?"

"I'm glad I could help you, Ta. Just, pissed off. You didn't tell me from the start that there was a weirdo." Omella started to pout.

"Freak? Strange how? Who, anyway? Big brother's a clear story, dong!"

Omella sighed. "Remember that weird sketch I made early in the morning?" Horta nodded. Omella continued, "so too, right, I got scolded by a freak for the sketch?"

"Remember," Horta nodded again.

"Well. I've seen him again. In fact, it's the second day I've met him. Forced."

Horta's gaze became shocked and anxious. "Certainly? Brother scolded again the same him?"

Omella shakes. "Dimarahin is not. Cuddled, yes."

"Huhuh?" Horta. "Helped? He's a guy, isn't he, brother? The insolent! No manners, no man. What do you mean, why not hug Brother? Don't tell me, he's a pervert!"

Omella sniffed her shoulders. "I don't know, Ta. Ahhh. You freak!"

"Ntar. Brother hasn't told me who it is. If you see that freak while you're helping me, then I know him, dong?"

"hey are. She's your office model!"

Horta's heart was ready to jump at her brother's answer. "Sister I mean, that freak X+ALT?"

...*...

Badra's face looked disappointed. Fortunately, the conversation took place over a regular office phone rather than a teleconference. Badra didn't have to bother hiding her disheveled face.

"So we're going to a meeting without designers?" Badra. The designer she refers to is none other than Omella. "No way, dong, we're not meeting him! Those who understand and can be taught to talk about sketches are he. He said, permission until when?"

Badra called Madam Shanty Fashion House to arrange a tripartite meeting between Benito Young Corp, XT Corp, and Madam Shanty Fashion House. He wanted to make sure he could get back to Omella. Because of the magnitude of that desire, Badra deliberately arranged the important meeting himself without asking for Adinia's help. The Secretary looked up because of it.

"Then we meet when everything is complete. Please arrange as soon as possible, yes," pinta Badra. Behind her, Adinia stood with a gloating face. Because, his superiors seem to forget that not everyone is his subordinate. Especially if you are upset. Unconsciously Badra often dominates. Didn't Badra just give the next office person a mandate?

"Sir! Let me be," Adinia softly reminded for the umpteenth time. Badra has surrendered. At last. Maybe because the end of the conversation was not what he expected.

Badra handed me the phone and then walked away from her desk. He chose to walk to the window. That's where he used to daydream. Not much is known about Badra's activities. In between his busy life Badra never absent take the time to daydream even if only a minute.

This is where Badra stands now. At his favorite point. Right at the corner of the room, with the reflection of the sun at nine in the morning, a large glass of warm jasmine tea in hand, and an obscure daydream at the tip of the base.

Well, Badra started daydreaming. The theme of the daydream is once again unclear and tends to be free. Sometimes it's about business ideas. Technical cooperation that is in progress. It could be about his life or his family. And most often it is about the romance of his past. The first love and the story that ends without ever wanting it to end.

Destiny brought you back to me, Omella. Howareyou? Where have you been? Lookingforyou. I waited for you. Miss you. You don't miss me? Maybe you have forgotten me? I have a lot of questions for you, honey. Ahh, hehehe, 'honey'. Can I still call you 'honey'? Is our story really over?

"Darling?"

Huh! Omella's?

As soon as Badra turned his head, looking for the person who called him 'honey'.

"Oh. Kara?" Badra disappointed. Fortunately, his facial expression was ordinary. Kara approached Badra, gently stroking the top of her shoulder. Kara's pecking streak landed briefly on Badra's cheek.

"Good morning, honey," Kara said. The beautiful girl hugged Badra from behind. The high heels he wore made him able to lean his head with spoiled on Badra's shoulder. In response to good morning, Badra only cleared his throat short. He was busy sipping his jasmine tea.

Baby, said? That should be the call only you called it for me. Are you willing to let another woman call me that? Omella, can we still continue our story?

...* *...

Billy glared at Exal who was still posing. From where he stood, Billy was busy in his silence. Exal seemed to be faking focus. Billy could easily see that. It wasn't a day or two that he knew Exal. He knows the Exal. Others could be fooled. But in front of him, Exal had to try very hard to be someone else.

From the awkward moment in the dressing room to the Exal shooting session that will end in a few minutes, Billy continues to guess what really happened between his best friend and the fairy tale that he forgot to ask his name. Not even the crew knew the woman's name. How can you, asked Billy inwardly. That is, only Horta knows the woman.

Who, the hell, is that girl? What does this have to do with Exal? Since when are they related?

Billy felt helpless. Almost all the women in Exal's circle are known to Billy. In fact, Billy who usually becomes a shield and spokesperson for Exal when it has to deal with women. So, the eve that was arguably Billy's error. He doesn't know any information about her. Even his name he doesn't know. Though this is the day the two collaborated with the anonymous fairy.

"Okay, let's take a lunch break! One more hour crew ready, yeah! X+ALT three o'clock is ready in sets of two, yes!"

Horta returned to the center of the set. Just disband the first session of the day and get everyone to rest. Horta approaches Billy and Exal.

"Need help?" Horta offered herself. He deliberately approached the enemy. That is if his office advertising model needs to be identified as the enemy. Before mispositioning people, Horta chose to find out and recognize that person. However, this was related to the brother he had to protect.

"Em, where's Omella?" Exal's reasonable question quite surprised Horta and Billy. The three looked at each other alternately with their respective thoughts.

Horta remembers, Omella said she deliberately did not name the model and her manager. Omella also deliberately hid herself with a mask and thick-framed glasses. Still plus efficient sound and minimize interaction other than in terms of decorating and taking care of the costume of the model. How can Omella be recognized? Is it that easy for her brother to be found out?

In his heart Billy screamed hysterically, in tremendous shock. Beyond his estimation, Exal the cold man knew the name of the fairy tale. Omella, she said? That means right guess. His best friend knew the woman he had just heard her name. Women, you know! Omella's? Who is this Omella? What does this have to do with Exal? When do they know each other? In what ways and to what extent is it? Ahh, no! This time Billy was really a big blow.

Exaaaaa! What else is your surprise after this, huh? How dare you hide something this important from me? You boat turtle! Hold still. Why are you wondering about Omella? That Omella goes where, where, what else, it's her business.

"I need another costume change and this, fix the makeup, right?"

Exal's explanation that was thrown out without being asked became the answer to the astonishment of his manager, as well as Horta. How logical that explanation is. Short, simple, clear, and reasonable. So, it should be that neither Horta nor Billy need to have any suspicions or other thoughts. Yeah, right? Or...?

"Oh yes. It's a break, right? Let Omella rest first. Outfit Exal let me help you change with regular clothes," said Billy. Before Exal protested and Horta made a comment, Billy had pulled Exal away. They went back to the dressing room.

When their distance was far enough and safe from Horta's reach, Billy questioned Exal. "Bro, what are you hiding from me?"

"Huh? Mean you?" ask plain exal.

"Clearly! Who's Omella?" snapping Billy. "You know him where, when, and what is your relationship?"

...* * *...

Exal suddenly felt homesick. Without a clear cause. Without a good reason. There's only a miss.

Is it possible because every time he sees his reflection in the mirror by wearing the costume of a game character he becomes reminded of him? Or maybe when he posed holding his head and hair, he then remembered the person who arranged it? Could it be because every look at the cameraman's shots of his shooting that day reminded him of a sketch made by that person? Perhaps also because a short hug that was so spontaneous from him made his heartbeat erratic. Yes, Exal admitted this morning he had been impulsive.

The point is Exal misses Omella. Yes Omella. A petite woman with a mask and glasses that cover most of her face. Women who are so good at work without much talk. Women who have extraordinary creative power and are able to pour their ideas brilliantly in a very very short time. The woman who made him angry and he accused her of being a fraud, a thief of ideas, and other bad accusations.

And so, for all his foolish reactions, Exal owed her an apology. Therefore, Exal is trying to find a chance to speak with Omella. The problem is, there are two other pairs of eyes that keep watching him as well as the woman. Billy, his best friend and manager, was somehow based on what suddenly became a magnet that disturbed him. Horta too, just the same. He's tailing Omella.

Exal's pair of sharp eyes probed Billy and Horta from the mirror's reflection. Under the watchful eye, Exal finds it impossible to interact with Omella. He looks forward to a chance to be alone with Omella.

Exal sat in the dressing chair. His body was covered in a black body cap. Omella re-styled her hair in another style. Now he wears another decoration on his hair. Exal 90% sure, the decoration this time also seems to be Omella who makes it. The same is true of the impromptu crown she wore throughout the initial session of the shoot. This time it looks like an ordinary crown replacement. Unique shape. Like horns but only half-sided. Cool and creative, he says. I want him to praise Omella's work. But, these two guys... Ahh, just interrupt, she lamented inwardly.

"You have no other work? Must be here?" ask Exal straightforwardly. Exal is not a human who wants to talk. The other with Horta is also Billy. Job demands make them need to talk more and be good at choosing the right speaking techniques. Basics are one of the unwritten soft skills they should master.

"I'm pretty much the same as him, I can."

"CAN'T!" Horta and Billy's compact answer made Exal smile awkwardly. Piqued. Bummer. Disillusioned. Wanna swallow too.

Similarly, Omella who was surprised even though it was not obvious. He took cover behind his mask and glasses.

Those two things made Exal astonished. Didn't he recognize Omella. Why else would Omella wear that weird mask and glasses? Just disturb! Except for a pair of beautiful deer eyes that look directly behind a clear lens, Exal so difficult to recognize the face of Omella.

Open it up, why, anyway?

Exal wants to know what Omella's face looks like when she smiles. Or when Omella was secretly observing herself. Also when Omella was seriously doing her job as a makeup artist and costume stylist. What does Omella look like? Exal wants to know.

Then Exal failed to apologize to Omella. Maybe my time is not right, comfort Exal to yourself. Finally Exal decided to focus in the half of his shooting session. Until the sun disappears from view and the day's session is declared complete.

Exal wants to see Omella again. He hoped that once the photo shoot of the day was over, he would have the opportunity to remove makeup and dismantle the crown ornaments, robes, and appendages with Omella. However, again Billy and Horta escort himself also Omella.

What's up, anyway? Why the two of them?

Really, Exal feels stuck. He also gave up. Maybe today he didn't have a chance to talk to Omella. Especially if the two bodyguards were closely watching them. I don't know what the reason and purpose of Billy Horta also act so.

Well loh! Yeah, too, huh? Is it possible that Horta and Omella have a special relationship? Like, dating? Ahh, could be. Didn't Horta and Omella seem familiar? Then, how's my fate? Eeeh! What, anyway, Xal? If the two of them are dating, why should I? Fuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm fucked. Take a walk around here, get some fresh air.

So, after dinner, Exal grabbed his phone and said goodbye to Billy for a walk around the resort.

The sky tonight is not really dark. Only, for some reason, it was only about five minutes that Exal walked, a thin drizzle started to descend. Exal still intends to continue the action of his streets but when the drizzle turned into heavy rain in seconds, he ran towards the nearest gazebo. Unexpectedly, from another direction there were also other people running towards the same gazebo.

They both reached the gazebo at the same time. Just as thunderous lightning was rushing through the sky, Exal yelled in agony while covering his ears in panic. Suddenly cold sweat poured from his temple. Body shakes. Blurred vision.

The atmosphere of the rain so heavy and lightning struck in the sky there made Exal tremble violently. Nawat, I began to lose control, Exal's inner half-conscious. He has lost the ability to speak. Fear and anxiety had mastered it first. Exal's breath began to wail. Tight chest. His breathing is getting shorter. Power's gone. Exal. He fell on the gazebo floor.

Staggered. Exal is ready to fall. Yet there was a pair of hands and a warm body propping it up, holding it back from falling. He was taken to the nearest seat in the gazebo. Exal felt a soft touch on her hair. Now there were small claps on his back. Slow, rhythmic. And the two tiny arms wrapped around her, hugging her.

Slowly Exal began to calm down. His breathing was gradually in order, no longer hunting. The tightness in his chest gradually subsided. Exal's body was still trembling, but it was much better than before. Unaware, his cheeks were wet. Exal was crying.

There was no long sound from outside the gazebo. The voices calling him.

"Youngsuuu?"

"Exaaa?"

And the two voices came closer. Even now it is very close. Exal was relieved to hear those voices. Probably his two twin brothers. They were looking for him because it rained suddenly and lightning was thundering in the sky.

"Dude! Holy hooch! You okay?"

"Gee. Thank goodness! Thanks, yes, Ma'am. Help with Ex.. Lho!"

Exal who had not been able to control his view was now venturing up. He wanted to see a kind person calm him down. As soon as he recognized his helper, he was surprised.

"O-mel-la?"