Olives

lucky or unlucky?

It seemed like the middle sky was a little sad, because the sun was hiding behind the horde of ash-colored clouds. Rain spots began to wet the streets and plants that were thirsty.

The fourth week of the month, as usual, olive is disbursing its employees and closing boutiques. The name of the person if work continues will also feel tired, the body also needs rest. So that it doesn't hurt.

Olive again lamented her artistry, when maria was ready to go home 15 minutes ago.

Only this week's favorite song accompanies her, a cup of warm tea and a doughnut that maria made herself from home.

"it looks like the monthly stock is up. "he muttered, then went to prepare to go to the nearest supermarket.

***

"well, it rained. "the olive snatched weakly, when it knew the rain was falling more and more, while now he was in the minimarket where he was shopping.

When I left, the rain was still falling. So, olive thought he'd be back home before it really rained down. But, the reality was now, he had to get caught in the rain due to his carelessness .

"rain is getting drier, time. "olive is worried between going or settling in place. like a relationship on the mine of destruction.

"break through, all the rain of flasbacks of the boy's time. "his murmur tightened the cardigan used to prepare to fight against the swift rain.

Olive decided to walk quickly without turning her head, ignoring the many pairs of eyes that looked at her strangely. Just let them want to say what, while not bothering and hurting others, why should you bother.

There are also some people who use inanimate objects with umbrella titles to protect their bodies.

"why, did not buy an umbrella there. "germutu olive cursed his stupidity.

If life keeps thinking about what others are saying, sometimes just seeing the ugliness, then it will never feel calm and burdened. Just be yourself without putting on a mask.

The noise sounded very close to his hearing, the rain that had been dripping mercilessly stopped wetting his hair the money was already wet and limp.

Olive slightly raised her head to look at the yellow umbrella that was already protecting her. His head turned back to look at the figure he had not seen for a long time, deliberately avoided more precisely.

Is he healed? Kenepa he could be here? When's home? Why should I meet now?is this luck or luck?

Various questions raged on his cold head. But there was not a word spoken between them. Everyone was busy quietly dissolving in each other's minds.

Olive left the door open without telling her guests to come in, walking straight to the bathroom to change her wet clothes and wash her hair. Olive seemed to forget to say thank you to the hero who was not expected at all.

Finished with self-cleaning activities, a large mug of warm tea was in his hands. Maroon sofa located in the living room became a stopover at this time. Take the black remote on the table and look for his favorite television channel. Especially if it is not a cooking show or talent show in the field of voting. Olive does not have a hobby of watching cartoons like most people, she prefers watching berbie which she thinks is more fun.

Everyone has a different hobby. Don't hit flat.

Hachi...

"astaghfirullah. " olive got out of his seat running out, how evil he was to let others cool down out there, to make his lips begin to whiten, he said, his nose is flushed and his shirt is wet.

What kind of person would abandon someone who had helped him outside fighting with cold air.

A little hesitant olive patted slowly the shoulders of people who were standing leaning on the pole of the house.

"sir bian, please enter. "said olive lirih, their gazes had met even if only a few seconds, because olive hastily severed eye contact that made his heart not okay.

Fabian only complied without refuting, there was no reason to refuse, no. It's an opportunity and also a good start to start and apologize. Out there the rain is also still falling very hard.

His body was wet, fabian did not want to break through the rain to return to the parking car in the minimarket yard where he met the olive earlier. Actually it can, but the goal is not just to usher his woman there is another purpose more peting.

Is her woman still worthy?

Without the aba fabian took the mug from the hand of the olive that will be placed by the owner on the table. Upholding until it was gone, his body immediately felt warm and soothing. It still feels the same, nothing has changed.

"what did you do? I can make a new one" said olive sebal. Not polite! Still just as annoying, why not just lose the nature that often makes him upset from the first. "he continued in his heart.

Olive walked into the kitchen with an unclear dumelan. Fabian giggled at seeing it. His eyes were busy exploring the room in shades of light blue and white. It is small when compared to the house, but it looks very neat and warm.

The photo of the girl in uniform from middle age with two people who guessed it was her parents, was seen smiling broadly at the sight of her son holding a trophy.

Slide a little left, there is a photo that makes him smile small, olive with alay style is coupled with a white lion with a spray of water mouth that became one of the characteristics of the country of Singapore.

Adorable, how old was he then? You brat!

"tehnya sir." olive gave the same mug to the fabian who was still standing in his place with a fixed gaze made olive uncomfortable.

Although his hand stretched out to accept, his eyes were still reluctant to look at the woman who was getting older in front of him, who had sadistically ravaged the fort deliberately installed for a dangerous virus called love.

"drink the tea first, get cold later. Later sir bian sick. "said olive take over the mug in the hand of fabian then direct slowly mengelut men thicken it.

Olive stared fiercely with an enlarged nose "father don't be puffy, I just don't want you to get sick because of me. Not more! " he said full of emphasis in the final sentence.

"this is the towel, I clean the body first, this is the dress instead." olive handed over the blue towel and also the white coas and also ash training which happened to be stock items commonly sold through social media.

"it's just that, there's no suit at home" he said, sounding jutek.

"father went up, the bathroom was next to the room. Be careful not to get in wrong. "

Not wanting to argue, Fabian walked towards the place that the woman had pointed out earlier.

Why is he so cool? Is he PMS again?

"tumben his mouth is not open to my sadistic babes. Does your mouth smell like kalli? " guess the olive with the tickle.

***

"father didn't come home? " question olive spontaneously makes fabian choke with instant noodle soup that he is eating.

His hand immediately grabbed the glass filled with water beside him gulped down to the toilet.

"you're upset with me? "

Me? Since when did this shitty man turn out to leave his sacred calling.

"yes, no. You have been here a long time. Not good to see the neighbors. "

"oh. "

Ohhhh? Oh that doang? This is a very nice guy. Sin not really if I want to ulek itumulutnya pakek cobek former sambel.

Uhhm, uhmm,,

Deheman who sounded contrived made olive look fabian at a glance, then refocus on the phone in his hand.

"that's who? " ask fabian ambiguously

"who? "

"photo to the far left. "there is a photo of olive with a pretty handsome man, posing in a food truck with a pink color with a picture of a white bear on the right side.

"ohh, that's rey. Wh why? "

"your boyfriend? "

"No, temen.

Subconsciously the fabian pulled his lips into a scythe. His heart was calm and happy to know the real facts behind the photo that made him hesitant and a little afraid if later there was no second chance for him.

"thank you and sorry. "

"for what? " ask olive wince.

"sorry for all the painful things in the past, thank you for taking care of me for a while. "

Olive put her phone rough on the table.

"treating? Mr. bian halu yah. "his kekeh slowly. "i never saw the father. Know that you are sick."

"you lied, I saw it for myself. "

"whatever, if you don't believe it. "he said he was about to leave fabian.

"there's a cctv in the room. So, I know that you were there. "

Just a few steps away, his steps paused for a moment when he heard the fabian's statement.

Olive exhaled her breath slowly, the feeling reappeared. He doesn't want to get hurt and fight anymore. No. gabe.

"my father knew it, so there was no need for another explanation. Please come out and go home.  I want to rest. "he said without turning his head, continuing his pace running faster.

"i know I'm wrong, I won't give up. I'll see you tomorrow. "

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