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If disappearing will make them laugh with satisfaction, then I will disappear.
_Olivia Corliss_
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The air outside was cold, the occupants of the house seemed to still be asleep under the blanket when I was sneaking out. My long black hair was tied up just like that and my face was plain without the touch of makeup or thin lipstick.
Half an hour I walked down the street to the highway, watching the gentlemen who were carrying carts for breakfast also counting the vehicles passing by in the morning.
The atmosphere is quite friendly compared to the hours of leaving the office that arise jammed everywhere, a row of cars lined up at red lights to be unpretentious to sound the horn when the waiting lights turn green.
As I grew tired, I kept forcing my feet to walk a few kilometers away from the bone-white house. A house that has every corner left many wounds.
“Aw” shouted me suddenly.
My body fell onto the asphalt but did not cause any severe injuries, only minor abrasions in the arm. The car owner had stepped on the brakes suddenly before it hit my body.
“You're okay, right?” said the man wearing a plain gray shirt with his arms folded. About one hundred and seventy centimeters tall, his nose was pitted with thick eyebrows with thin lips. His skin was yellow so it gave a handsome impression once he saw it.
“You should have hit me, why stop,” I stood holding the scratched arm, he reached out but I refused.
“You are so weird,” he said while researching my appearance, "Looks like you're exhausted,”
“I'm really sorry I can still stand I should have died without suicide so that my spirit does not waver,” I keep raving because I hope this car hits my body so that I die or at least will amnesia, that's better.
He chuckled amusedly and smiled showing off his row of white teeth. He took me into his car as a form of responsibility.
“We go to clinic only,”
“No need, this is just a small wound no matter how,” reject me by holding the pain that already looks bloody.
“Alright, but you can't refuse me to treat it,” He took out the p3k box from his car, and I'm still sitting in the back seat with the door open.
“Here is his hand,” his door was polite and then he grabbed my hand. I grimaced as he cleaned his wound, and next he stuck the plaster onto my arm.
“Home of your house where can I drop off?” He got in the car and shut the door, didn't forget to put a seatbelt on me. Because my hands are sore enough to put it up on their own.
“I don't have a house, take me anywhere,” replied I'm original.
He knitted his thick brows, “You're homeless?”
I chuckled until I forgot why I ran away from home. He makes me wonder, his face is quite handsome, his car is quite luxurious and his shirt my estimate is in banderol with a price that is not cheap. He's a rich handsome guy. But you can still fool women.
“I'm asking miss,” call her who is still focusing on driving.
“Don't call me Miss,” protest I'm tired of hearing him always use formal words, maybe he's not the type of person who is not fun in joking around.
“Call me Olivia, my name is Olivia,”.
“Good Olivia, where do you want to go?” He asked again.
“Ikut wherever you go,” I replied for sure, it is better to come with a foreign man than to return to a house full of wounds.
And I finally fell asleep in his car after he gave me a bottle of mineral water. Because my thirst is cured and I am sleepy.
He turned around, heading in the opposite direction after seeing me fall asleep in the front seat.
His white car stopped at a courtyard full of greenery, a house that was no longer luxurious but very luxurious like a palace. I blinked, narrowed my eyes and spread my eyes around.
“Please come down,” He opens the car door and then takes me in.
“Servants, prepare rooms and clothes for this lady,” her word to the waitress at home who wears a black dress of typical white blend of servants.
“Your house is so big, you live with my family in a house this big?” I'm still tailing, he might choose to skip the office to take me to his house.
“I'm only with my Brother and the waiter,”
“Wah.wah.. apparently you are lonely in a house this big,”.
“You know so well,” he said as he opened the door to the room I was going to occupy. The room was twice the size of my room, with the walls on pastel paint polish so that the atmosphere of the room was more lively and bright. This room also features five-star hotel class equipment.
“This is my room?” I was amazed, the guest room as luxurious as this then what about the main room.
“Rest please miss,”
“Call Olivia,” cut me later.
“Iya Olivia if need anything can call the waiter,” She is about to turn her body.
“Where are you?”
“Back to office,”
“Doo a day your money will not run out, right? I'm fucked up,” my door with a puffy face.
“You have a problem?”
I nodded weakly, patting gently on the sofa next to me to ask him to sit down. I need a storymate or a temporary back-up.
“Excuse me sir,” said the waiter handed me a dress in pastel green that seemed soft.
“Please wear this and take a shower to keep your body fresh,”
“Alright, I also feel sticky,” I grabbed the dress in his hand and went into the bathroom, he came out waiting for me in the living room with a cup of green tea.
For half an hour I cleaned my body with cold water, flushing it slowly to create a fresh taste. After I finished my bath I wore a knee-length pastel green dress with the hair I let loose. I don't bring any makeup so my face is still untouched.
Long enough to stand in front of the mirror wearing a famous boutique dress at a fantastic price. Finally I decided to go out to the room to meet a man who had no idea what his name was.
“Hai,” warm sapaku.
“Sit down,” the door by ordering a cup of green tea to the waiter.
“Can't don't look formal, you're such a warm figure,”
“You always guessed according to your head,” he showed off a smile, “Now tell me why you are on the road with a messy appearance to want to kill yourself,”
"I didn't kill myself, just hoped,"
The man smiled slightly, "Hope to die, that's his stupid name,"
I was silent, unable to think clearly let alone to digest the stupid word he said. For the heartbroken all is legitimate.
“I'm not stupid, just...” I bit my lower lip, it would be embarrassing if I said heartbreak.
"That's it, it doesn't matter either" he replied.
I snorted in annoyance. Wasn't he the one who asked?
