Ex-girlfriend Diary

The World Starts Wanting to Play

"Man who can still be saved is the one who has hope even if only a speck. A heart that has a speck of hope is a heart that still believes in miracles."

Adinia looked at her two superiors in turn. Big Boss Beni on one side and Badra on the other. "So, which one do you want, sir?" A few seconds and still no answer. Adinia's pony-tailed hair swayed as her head turned small to them, waiting for a decision.

"Which do you think, Dra? I think both are prospective. Very expandable. Cleverly manage it." Boss Beni spoke up. Two proposals were held in each hand of Adinia.

Badra sighed. The fingers of his hands were clinging to each other in front of his stomach. A lot of ideas are jumping in your head and all of them seem interesting. Prospective problems, well, in business, do not all have to be managed in order to get profit? So, it's about the technical. Can think later.

"Remember, Dra. As a business owner, profit is important. But it must be balanced with benefits. Both must be in balance" said Boss Beni again.

Badra nodded in understanding. He really understood the principle of business transmitted by his senior. Indeed, Boss Beni's words were not without reason. Now the main problem is determining which project is the most likely to be done and the most fun. Yes, right, it should be chosen the most fun.

"The more fun, the more we have the passion and determination to run. If you're more excited to develop it too." As his big boss said, over and over again. So often repeated, Badra not only memorized, but also applied it as if that was the principle of his business.

"I'm more excited and challenged to take on a project that costumes the game online, sir. Not many people take cosplay seriously. This is the context of domestic business, yes, sir. The target market is broad, it can be national and international" Badra said. "Can you, sir, if I handle it straight away?"

The man asked gave a cheerful smile. His eyes are witty. With his arms crossed in front of his chest, he started laughing. "You're rich in new toys. Okay, take it! Handle with hepi! Manage it well. Okay?"

Badra chuckled, feeling like a child caught wanting to play right away. "Ready, sir."

"When do you want to start?"

Badra sighed. Thinks.

"Izin interrupted, sir. Actually for each project, we already have preliminary data, sir. So, don't start from zero. We can start anytime. Tomorrow it can be" said Adinia. Thas right. The initial data collection was already done by him and Badra. Follow up according to the direction of their project.

"Tomorrow, Sir. Nia, please arrange a morning meeting. You can go home now."

"Okay, sir, thank you. Boss Beni, Mr. Badra, I'm saying goodbye." Adinia turned around to leave the room.

Boss Beni laughed complacently. "Sip, bye! Now, you can meet Kara. It's crashing, your girlfriend. He thinks I'm taking your date's allotment." And Boss Beni laughed back. Badra smiled wryly.

The kara? It's not Kara I want to see right now.

Actually his mind is still adrift on the fleeting afternoon event. It was when he felt like he saw an important figure from his past. After years of losing track, there is now a glimmer of hope to meet again.

I really hope you're back, Omella. You it?

...*...

The streets of Yogyakarta at eleven p.m. is proof that the city is a deserted city. It is much friendlier than any major city on the island of Java in terms of its traffic density. On record, there are no natural disasters or any major events in the city. Well, that's the note.

Tonight a major cultural event was held right around Tugu Jogja which has a noble history. Thus, the travel time of only fifteen minutes multiplies to an hour. The car carrying Shanty and his three children is just a little more entering a smooth path after being held back for a long time in the density of the main road.

"So, that's it, sister," Salma began to conclude while holding the wheel. "When the heart is disappointed by love, the most efficacious remedy in the world is... "

"Raise, can a lottery, or perhaps a home lottery draw?"

BLEED IT!!

"Aww!" And everyone in their own way managed to put an eye on Rocky's head. "You guys, yeah, you said holding that guy's head was rude! It's called bullying! Part of discussing online games why so discuss love, heart disappointed with drugs, anyway? Where's the bridge?"

"Soalnya the game that we discussed there is a mission of love. We must unite general Juna with the fairy who is the hairstyle that is very complicated to reach the highest level. Well, uniquely, the general must make the perinya happy to the maximum level. I can move on to the next stage."

"That's an online game or a romance drama, anyway?" Madam Shanty frowned. "Is there a rich game?"

"She, Ma!" The others answered in unison.

"How many, the game that tells the rich story, Ma? His story also has a very diverse background. Almost all games with a large market share and serious tone carry special themes and missions according to certain interests. There is something about family, romance, school, cooking, make over things or people, such as, Ma," explained Salma.

"Now if you make a game, the mission must be interesting. Yes, if that makes the game want so that the game is liked by gamers and successful in the market," said Rega.

"Not only that, Ma. Costumes, faces, characters, and backgrounds must be visually eye-catchy. The audio is also not original. Anyway, I didn't love Final Fantasy." Rocky who is a hobby of playing online games adds information to the mother.

"The game Om Robin used to play?" ask the Mama. The so-called Robin is her husband's late twin sister.

"Yes, Ma. Mama, look at the costume, beuh! Definitely like!"

"At that time it was really cool, Ma. And the plot of the game is similar to the story of the movie, Ma. Exclaims. So, in that game... " Start the twins Rega and Rocky take turns to express their interest in the world of online games.

Madam Shanty observed and followed in silence. He admitted, he does not understand online games. The world between his generation and children has a big gap that he realizes is a challenge.

Like a gap on many sides and there must be a jump in order to explore the intricacies of the world with each other. He knew that as much intergenerational differences of interest, skill, insight, and experience as he could have had to conquer. Far from easy. More of them were not things he was interested in.

"If opposed, there will be no meeting point, even potentially causing a split. The only wise way, then, should be made friends and go hand in hand. Let them be the same we're comfortable with connecting, Ma."

Such was the end of the results of exchanging thoughts of the Madam with her husband, Ronie Nagendra. Her husband is a busy man himself. The surgeon and owner of the large private hospital still put his family first even though half his life was distributed to patients and hospitals.

Both have agreed to be friendly parents with their children. Both want to be the biggest supporters despite not being the greatest for the kids.

He wanted to understand the world of his children. For this reason, he fought hard to defeat his own fears, arrogance and ego in order to be able to walk together, accompany, accompany and support his children. She and her husband wish their children to be successful and happy with the world they love, while not contradicting the good and the right.

"Eh, Ky, so remember the game made by the Bungsu. I'm being asked to help him make the background music for his game. Make a demo, he said. I'll look at the concept. Very good, lo! The idea was cool, I think," Rega continued.

"Oo, that's right. I had heard Si Bungsu call, want to make another game, Kak. Not when is the day he finishes the competition? They won, right? Keep not resting? Must be tired, right?" Still holding on later, Salma engaged herself in the conversation.

"Yes too. Mama noticed the Bungsu lately when going home why the night continues? Is he busy? Remember eating him? How sick is it?"

Salma and her two twin sisters exchanged glances through the middle rearview mirror. "What if we kidnap her now, Ma?"

A digital clock on the wall is like losing face. His existence had been ignored hours ago. Meanwhile, time goes on and the numbers it shows continue to change every second, just to convey the fact that the day has long gone home, rotating with night. But the humans in the large room like the hall no one cared.

This is XT Corp. IT company as well as a large online game software developer developed by the son of the Narendra family. Over the next two years Exalphus Narendra started this company with his friends. The hard work that was filled with passion and pleasure began to bear fruit. At least three online games launched by XT Corp exploded in the market and increasingly expanded the scope of its fans. The name XT Corp also strengthened in the IT world.

Drr! Drr! Exal's phone vibrated for the umpteenth time.

"Xal, your HP is!" Glenn, his partner told after a quick glance. Just recognizing who is not polite cell phone causes interference.

"Hm." The mobile phone owner responded briefly. His hands were busy with the keyboard and mouse. His attention has not been distracted from the monitor screen.

"Disturb, tuh!" Tegur Glenn's.

"Hm."

"Ouf!" Glenn turned the eyeball, annoyed by the response of the person next to him.

Exal remains focused on his activities. The trial of this new game is very important. Even if the sky collapses, Exal feels responsible for making sure this game is okay. That's how much he loved with his hobby. Every game that comes out of XT Corp is a member of the family. It could be considered, they were his children.

Drr! Drr! Again the Exal phone vibrated. Unable to bear it, Glenn rebuked again. "Yyahl! Luuu HP! It's noisy!"

"Hm."

Upset, Glenn pressed the PAUSE button and stopped his activity. He turned to Exal who was sitting in the chair next to him while casting a line-thin gaze.

Quickly, Billy, Exal's assistant immediately stood up and eased Glenn's emotions in a gesture. Billy looks at Exal's phone screen, finds Queen's name making a call. Billy's eyes widened in shock, panicking. Get the Exal phone quickly. Queen is the Exal naming for her mother, Madam Shanty Parwati Nagendra.

"Hello, Auntie, good night. This is Billy, Auntie," said Billy friendly and cheerful.

[Hello, Billy. It's Salma. The emergency! Exal please be asked to come out now, dong! Mama also... ]

Be late! Without needing a voice, Shanty's presence successfully diverted all attention to him. Shanty Parwati was walking towards Exal and now he passed Billy. With a smile on his face, Shanty was actually being friendly. But somehow that hospitality actually feels awkward.

"T-t-aunty?"

Everyone in the room stopped the activity with the net glued to Shanty and their boss, taking turns. Shanty was already standing behind Exal's chair. Exal's phone almost sagged from the grip of Billy's hand that was still agape, shocked to see Shanty.

Among all the breathing creatures in the hall of XT Corp, it seemed like only Exal had yet to notice the change in atmosphere there. He is still focused on his activities. Glenn tapped on Exal's desk, trying to signal. But Exal was unmoved. Knowing the action failed, Glenn grimaced apologetically to Shanty. Billy kicked Exal's leg twice, and got a response.

"Hm." That'sallthatis. Exal is still flinching. Not even glancing.

Surrendering, Billy inched back in order, giving space to his superior mother. In his saliva that accumulates suddenly due to surprise, nervous, and disinclined.

Shanty smiled thankfully. Then he patted slowly on Exal's shoulder. Miraculous. Exal knows to press the PAUSE button and turn around. He looked at his mother's smiling face and looked back naively.

"Go home, yuk," Shanty's pinta. Exal nodded, "Hm."

"It was invented first. Mom, wait outside, yeah. Five minutes is enough?" ask Shanty. Exal nodded again. "Hm."

Shanty rubbed his youngest son's shoulder and turned around. "Bil, what time is it? It's not good you guys stay up for days. Rest. Tomorrow it's on again."

"Yes, Auntie," said Billy politely. "Thank you, Te."

At the words of the mother of his boss, actually Billy has a reason to argue. However, Shanty like most people who argue that office hours exist at the time when the sun appears, calculated from around 7-9 and ends maximum at sunset. Through it, then the count is overtime or staying up late.

As Exal aspires, XT Corp implements very flexible working hours. The office is open 24 hours with a good operating system even though it seems free. Of course there are rules. But all agreed and demanded full responsibility. High demands to be able to work in the field of IT is clearly a need of the company. However, all those involved and receiving benefits should be able to enjoy it, both from the manufacturing process to its outcome.

There are demands, there are facilities. Exal wants everything to be balanced. Rest room including a temporary room, bathroom, and dining room integrated with the kitchen are provided. There is also a garden in the rooftop to relax and do outdoor activities. In addition, the two floors just below the rooftop are rented out to employees who want to stay. In addition to saving money on transportation to and from work, save energy and time to work and go home.

Now, the founder and leader of XT Corp is improving. He really kept his 'hm' to the mama. After coordinating with the team, Exal tidied up his desk.

A cooperation proposal from a subsidiary of Benito Group caught his eye at a glance. Therefore, he took the proposal, stuffing it into the black backpack he had originally brought home. The digital wall clock. 23:22 am. He should have been sought by his mother.

In less than five minutes, Exal, the boss of XT Corp, had left the area, got in the car where his three brothers and mother were. Activities at XT Corp continued as they should.

Is Billy coming home? Oh naw. Billy only about two hours ago started his activities. He continued the game trials left by Exal while occasionally making notes from memos that Exal deliberately made before.

"Hhh. Okay. Let me see. What's missing, boss? Hmmm."

Billy is dissolved in the fantasy world of the new game, continuing the work of his superiors.

...* * *...

Omella walked slowly. He felt himself among the white clouds. He recognized the figure not far in front of him. That's himself. She's also Omella. So, what's Omella doing there?

Slowly he approached. Omella sees herself so engrossed in curling a pencil on a wide sketch paper. He sat facing the sketch board with his mind raging every time his finger holding a pencil moved incised something. Intrigued by the one in the picture, Omella approached.

Now it's clear that picture. Omella frowned confusedly looking at her own sketches. Again he noticed the sketch. It was obvious that he was drawing people in strange costumes. He had never made such a sketch. For the thematic festival though. Strange costumes with crowns and assorted accessories that are partly more like weapons. What design is this?

"Gee! Meet me!"

The male voice from behind surprised him. Omella turned away. Among the white cloud puff, the male figure appeared. More surprised Omella when she recognized the face. The smiling face.

His stature is tall, sturdy, dashing. The face of young students is similar to that of high school students. He was wearing a school uniform.

Lho! That wasn't her school uniform? She...

"B-badra?"