Wings & Dreams

Ch.1 - The Shit Day

Dormat, 2008

"Clarah! Where are you?!"

"Yes, yes! Wait seben-Aahh!" My pants splashed with mud because the car that had appeared out of nowhere suddenly speeded up. Now, my shoes have become muddy.

"Claras? Why are you screaming like that?!" My friend's voice was heard from my phone. I hurriedly brought the phone close to my ear, while trying to clean up the dirt stains on my shirt. I don't have time to pull over. I again glanced at the circular watch on my wrist, then cursed in annoyance.

"It's nothing! Anyway, let me get there!" After that, I hung up the phone call and put my phone in my pants pocket.

I kept running, not caring about the gazes of people who saw me while occasionally shaking their heads. My appearance must have looked pathetic. An 18-year-old girl woke up late. My feeling became relieved when I saw the familiar skyscraper.

"After, Sir!" I shouted to the security guard who was guarding the entrance of the building. The father crossed his arms and replied, "Morning?! It's 11 in the afternoon, Clara!"

"Hehe!" I climbed the stairs two-two. My feet almost tripped because my shoes were still slippery. As a result, I almost hit someone who was going down the stairs at the time.

"Claras?" Apparently it's Jon, my girlfriend who's been in a relationship with me for 6 months. A smile was immediately seen on the face of the 20-year-old man. He immediately hugged me, not caring about my dirty formal clothes.

"Jon!" I returned his embrace, inhaling the scent of perfume from his body that made my heart race. All my uncomfortable feelings had disappeared, replaced by feelings of longing and overflowing love.

"Why is your hair so messy?" Jon touched some of my hair. Embarrassed, I immediately confirmed my tangled long hair, then cleared my throat. "So I came here - uh, I mean, Stef called that's why -"

"Clar!" Justright. My friend named Stef had gone down the stairs and approached me who was cornered by Jon's body. The girl just shook her head and pulled my arm. "You keep this up, you can write your story on the blacklist!" Without saying anything else, I left Jon alone on the stairs, following Stef who chattered at length.

"You know what, I'm gonna have to give that mother a scratch?!" Omel Stef as he busily pulled my hand and led me through the office hallway. "I told you, Clara's got hypothermia, so she likes to wake up late."

"Yes, I'm not a medical kid!" Grous Stef. I could see a red door closed. Stef took off my wrist. I immediately took the initiative to allow my hair and clothes. I didn't want to look like a mess on the first day of my interview. Stef reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a wet tissue. He then wiped the mud stains on my arms and legs.

"Clara's Oath, you've got a bad luck, you know" he said in a mocking tone. I combed my brown hair with my fingers. I grimaced in pain as my hair fell.

"Yes, how else?" I rubbed my face with resignation, then sighed. "If this interview fails, I'm forced to go back to my grandmother's house"

"Clar." Stef pressed both my shoulders. He looks at me fixedly. Sometimes, her pretty face makes me lose my mind. Stef is mixed blood, there are European descendants. His blue eyes were plump, with a sharp sunken face and blond hair that made all men misbehave. Not infrequently I think negatively every time Jon talks casually with him. There must be a feeling of jealousy in my heart.

"You're talented, Clara," he said. "Who read your script it's not dozens more like it used to. Not hundreds either. But thousands."

"To be precise, almost a million."

"Yes, it just escalated a long way, right?" Stef ruffled waist. "Udah, sono come in! You're almost half an hour late!" My friend is again nagging. I just nodded. "Ready, mother." Then the door was opened.

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