Ex-girlfriend Diary
The Sweet Pandora Box

"If a lie makes you smile and laugh happily, maybe I'll be forced to do it."

Dusk has just begun. Morandi becomes a beautiful nuance that spoils as far as the eye can see. Omella, a twenty-seven-year-old girl today, pedals her bike cheerfully. Her paddles are in rhythm with the drum beat of pop songs from the purple pastel wireless earphones on both of her earlobes.

Smilingly. Omella's ovoid face is far from a bete effect. All day long, everyone he knew was acting indifferent. I made a mistake, the hell, the mind. Or maybe this is just a bete day for each of those people? Come on, what am I thinking about?

So, parked a mini bike marun color in the side yard, right on the side of the garage. It's not that he's lazy to put it in the garage where the vehicle is supposed to be parked. Only, tonight Omella wants to spend time alone to go to a small park on the hill, just enjoying the stars. Yes, alone. Everyone in his house went to visit one of his relatives in Bandung. So, tonight Omella will be alone.

From the side terrace, Omella stepped lightly towards the side door. The door leads straight to the kitchen. Well, it's Omella's habit. Every time she returned to the empty house, Omella chose to enter other than the front door, the door that led the first step to the living room.

Instantly the door opened and his foot stepped in, "SURPRISE!!"

"Happy birthday, Omella!"

"Happy birthday, Beybih!" Ahaha, it was definitely the tengil A Kim, the handsome guy who failed macho when speaking. Moreover, his eye book is flickering. The mask is howwoww! The eccentricity of her makeup has indeed become her trademark.

"Ah, A Kim! Here, here, hug! Thanks ya!"

And all the congratulations scattered with hugs of kisses and greetings. Confetti scattered around Omella. The room also looks bright and more colorful. Colorful strands of flag paper are hung like a festival. Omella never saw the kitchen of her house that excited. So he just laughed. Delighted.

Balloon. Different colors, sizes, and shapes of balloons are everywhere. Even her usual cold and elegant sister-in-law now wears a colorful cute hat and glittering paper patch. Ahh, kidding them! A great person who could make Mas Yos fall like that. Who else if not his own wife, the tigress who sometimes looks cute like a Panda. Four thumbs up for her sister, Omella praised her inwardly.

Everything is beautiful and joyful. Until someone knows for some idea who brought out the birthday cake with a lit candle. Truly candle with burning wick. Little flames danced over the wax-candles without numbers. The number is also confirmed to be only five. Not the age number of the birthday. And the cake was brought full of joking laughter before Omella. The cheerful song. Maybe to brighten the mood.

"Blow candles! Blow candles! Blow the candle..."

Some people were surprised, looking back, towards the light coming from the ornamental candles on the cake. Start the panic. Those who came to their senses from the shock shouted hysterically, blocking the cake from reaching Omella.

"Don't use candles! No!"

"Retreat again! Back off! Back off!!"

"Down off the fire! There is no fire! Who told you to use a candle like that?"

However, late. The flame of the candles on the birthday cake was already within sight of Omella. At once, Omella fell to the floor.

"OOMELLA!!"

...*...

The day before, February 27 was around four in the morning. The noisy clattering of steps on the wooden plank floor along the stairs is quite disturbing.

I don't know when my door knob is turned. Usually the slightest sound can make me awake. Faintly in the ears was a strange reverberation, resembling the whimpering of a cow. A long long sigh. Between dreams and reality, my body twitched. Sure, I'm not the one who moves.

"OMELLA MACAAN!"

The wuits!! If that voice is known to me. Banget! It usually starts with 'Omella?' with indoor speaker volume but soft tone. If I don't wake up, I'll be called back, 'O.mel.laa?' with jangwe firecracker volume which means equivalent to alert level 3. Last yells like that with a ten-level explosive charge on top of the Nagasaki and Hiroshima bombs. For this last warning, I must wake up. Jenice (read: Janis), my brother who is second to none if the rampage is quite creepy.

"Huwoahemmm nyam nyam!"

"Can you, brother once in a while change the fashion of the Nile Horse into the fashion of Cleopatra's cat? Let it be sweet if it evaporates."

Ahh, Tata, I'm lazy. Yeah, that's Horta, Hortensius Gressa, the most handsome guy in the house, second only to my sister-in-law. I'm the only one who calls him Tata. Should I respond? For years the youngest reprimanded me with similar sentences. At least once a day. My waking hours in the morning and half in the afternoon almost always fit there him.

"Let's sit down, breakfast. You're late later!" Yonas, my sister-in-law patiently and attentively shifted the dining chair for me. "Where's Yunda's same page, brother?" They're my niece.

"The children have departed from before" said Brother Yonas briefly. He took my dinner plate and filled it with breakfast menu served at the table. "You'll have breakfast, take a shower, get ready. Let's go be with Horta. Yes, Ta? Your brother's gonna be ushered into his office, yeah!" And the youngest just cleared obediently.

Luckily, Janice got a life partner who was able to tame her fears. Is it possible that the pilot suit must be patient, attentive, friendly, alert, rich so? Ah, the personality of Brother Yonas aja time, which has been so cemmehaw from there. Where's the handsome anyway! Haish, complete package, brother-in-law.

When did I get such a rich soul mate? I want dong, too, one. Do not pack or be given a ribbon. If you can, do not need a pilot or anything like that.

Rarely home. Although my brother said the more missed the more imagined, I want it that can every time I hug dear. Ha-ha-ah! Haish, Omella, what'an, anyway?

While Tata's glass was filled with milk, Brother Yonas sipped his black coffee which was definitely not sugary. "Tumben you're such a bad luck, Mel! An afternoon?" Brother Janice poured me half a glass of fruit juice, poured it for me.

"Yes, Brother. There are designs that keep getting annoying in the head. So I took a picture. Uh, know it's past two."

"Don't go often. Ga good. Make sick. Okay, I'm leaving first, yeah. You guys are fine at home. Honey, pamit." Brother Yonas landed a fond kiss on his wife's forehead. When did I have such a romantic husband? Other than me, Brother Yonas was ushered into the car park and reentered as his car drove away. I myself focus on my morning shower which should be super short. Wh why? Hunting late, Beib!

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The matic motor that took me and Tata breezed on the main highway. Not yet eight in the morning but the sunburn is a little hotter like midday. Before the motor was delayed, from behind the mask I repeated the golden advice for the youngest.

"Remember, go straight to your office, don't take off the helmet!"

"Hm."

Not exactly stupid, anyway. The last time Tata showed her face, the femina creatures raced closer to her for a picture with her. Keos. Surely that only happens when they don't see me with Tata.

Another story for those who had seen me chatting or talking with my youngest brother. Fussy. They also do not stop gossiping, about me and the handsome guy who drove me. The Adam also kept a little distance from me. They think, My boyfriend's system.

After the bike stopped, I got off, took off the helmet, tidied up, and 'TAP-TAP' teouk his back twice, driving away Tata. Hush, there! "Be careful, yes!"

"Wait to get picked up, right?" Eeh, until I forget. Although sometimes our attitude to each other often seems jutek and indifferent, my sister this one is very sweet. He's your concern for me.

"Pake nanya's. If you are sincere, pick it up. If you're not sincere, how are you?"

"Yes already. Unsincere. Goodbye!"

"Eyehh?" What kind of sister, huh? I pulled back my words about her being sweet and considerate. It's so bad to have such a rich sister!

"Morning, Honey!"

"Hi, Bell! Met morning!"

Bellisima, my beautiful co-worker tried to grab my hand. My hand greeted him, holding him. He smiled widely. I think that smile makes the clean egg round face more sweet. Several pairs of eyes both men and women seem to notice Bella. He is attractive without having to look eccentric. Bella exudes her own inner beauty. It's only natural that a few times I find people's gazes stalled on him, even if it's only a fraction of a second.

"Send by boyfriend or sister-in-law, right?"

Yep, yeah. Bella knows very well that Tata is my sister. My mouth was just getting ready to answer but it broke suddenly. The voice that came out was just "Aahhh!!"

From behind us, A Kim ran over. He took my hand and Bella's hand while running like a demon chased by death.

"Udah wants to be late! Fugitive, Jeungs! Tap card! Tap card! Abseeen! "

Be me and Bella frantically running around with the heels of our shoes that are not less than five centimeters. Make no mistake, A Kim also wears hi-heels shoes! Yeah, yeah, he's a guy. But sometimes he's weird. And this morning he did.

We did not need to go through a thousand steps or down a hundred aisles. Only, for the sake of being able to reach the attendance machine on time, this kind of modern and eco-friendly integrated office building does require a little struggle. From the guard post and parking area of the vehicle, it took nearly fifty meters to the attendance machine. The problem now is we have to hurry only if we don't want to be late.

A TAP! A TAP! A TAP! The skin!

The three of us breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, we are bored, exhausted, but relieved. Slower than a few seconds, our name will definitely get a red block because it is too late. Congratulations to us from the salary cut sanctions and love letters from the personnel division.

"Ashik nih, kaya, race run early in the morning. You guys do marathon training with high heels, huh? How come you don't take a trip, anyway? Follow, dong! It's exciting."

Bimo's toothpaste-style advertising smile suddenly disappeared when we looked back at him annoyed. Bimo's hospitality and enthusiasm at the moment is not right.

His way of drawing conclusions that are often mistaken for an event that he saw often invites disaster for him. Including now.

With a line-thin look from her already narrowed eyes, A Kim gathered her sense of regret. "You running? Run Lu now!"

"Now? Lv? Run? To where? Why run? " Bimo confusion.

"Run, run, or I eat you for breakfast," A Kim so grimly.

At the end of his bull run, A Kim finally gave command. "Gals, chase!" Not a second later, be me, A Kim, and Bella chasing Bimo. The security guards have memorized our behavior. They kindly commented smilingly looking at us as if to say, "Excite, yes, son!"

The end of the chase is a punishment dear to Bimo. After being caught later, at most our Bimo pinched spoiled and tickled until it said 'forgiveness' or 'give up, deh!' then the punishment for Bimo will end in the pantry. Tea or coffee or chocolate for all. Of course Bimo made it. It's called punishment, baby.

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"Ky! Okey! Genuine, you're really bummer? Balikin, huh? Kuaduin..."

Omella surprise. Just now the tip of his favorite 0.01 millimeter black rotring will touch the surface of the paper. The problem is, on the paper there is already a sketch of half-finished evening dress design.

A little more, he still had PR to make it perfect. Almost chaotic only when shocked to hear the voice of the man at the end of the pen inscribed the wrong line or arch.

It's not just Omella. Madam Shanti was shocked as well. The beautiful woman in a hand-woven striated dress in moss color met the eyes of the man who was now standing in the doorway. With the door leaf half-open, Omella can catch a glimpse of the resemblance between the two. Shanti Parwati, the owner and director of the fashion house where Omella works, is not the least bit angry. Still, despite her age of half a century, she was forced to shift her focus away from Omella's sketches on the table.

"What, anyway, dear? Come directly nagging. Surprise people, really. You why?"

"It's okay, Ma," the male response called 'honey'. His words were to answer my mother. But both the eyes and the brain in his head did not move from Omella. Oh, that's Madam Shanti's son, Inner Omella. This time he saw his son. Cute too, praise it in the heart.

"Pardon me. I'm a nuisance, aren't I?"

"Little," said Madam Shanti. Again, clearly not angry. In fact, the corner of her scarlet red lips lifted slightly. Aih, such a faint smile must have its own charm. That's what happened to Omella.

"Sorry, yes, Ma."

Omella would not pay attention to the young man. It may be around 180. Or around that. Her skin is clean, light brown, well-groomed looking. Sweet face, sharp nose, firm jaw, chin without hemisphere, and eyes brown charming. This is a copy of Madam Shanti's male version. With such stout stature and steady voice, who could resist his charm?

"Why are you the same Oky? Diluted again? Or are you the one who ngusilin him?"

"Yes, that's it, Ma. Mom, you're busy. I'm out first" she said.

"Eyeh, one minute!" Suddenly Madam Shanti held the man's hand. "You know him, don't you?"

The young man nodded slowly. Aih, so innocent, commented Omella. In the heart of course. Or is he acting pretentious in front of his mother?

"Here, shaman first. This is Mama's assistant for design."

"Emm, who, Ma?" The young man asked quietly approaching his mother's earlobe. The mother smiled amusedly. "Who what? Her name? Ask yourself, dong. Acquaintance, try!" But the one we talked to was still shy. Sook cuek, actually.

Hadeuh! Doang acquaintance why so long like this, anyway? Shaman just call each other names, already. Why is there such a rich ritual people want marriage proposals, yak? Ribet exactly? Inner Omella thrashing. So, Omella took the initiative of thrusting her hand, inviting shaking hands.

"Hello, Mum. I'm Omella."

"Rome." The young man welcomed Omella's hand and courteously greeted her.

Well, that's it! Why not just now directly salaman? Ribet is so worldly you, Mas!

Again the inner demonstration of Omella evaporated in the air.

"Ma, I'm out first. Come on, Ma'am." Then Rocky disappeared behind the door.

Omella and Madam Shanti meet for a glance. Huh huh? Doang? Acquaintance, right? Yeah, hell. Doang. Until Madam Shanti slicks her shoulders. Omella replied with a smile. A few seconds later, the door opened again.

"Maaa, Mama's son whose name is Rega Nagendra, Ma?"

Both Omella and Madam Shanti were shocked for the second time. You know, inner Omella, that's the same person?

"Haiy!" The young man gave a big smile to Omella. In fact he waved his hand several times, showing his hospitality. This guy's got a double personality what yes, inner Omella. The first time acquaintance seemed timid. Lah this, there has not been a minute why so turned there is no shame at all?

"Rome?" omella asked, pointing at the young man.

"I? Rocky, dong! How about Rega, anyway?" Fixes. Omella was confused. "Eh, we haven't met, you know. I'm Rocky. You who?"

Huh, not just acquaintance? Time has forgotten? Is he really a double personality or is his memory very low? Duh, what a pity! This handsome young man, at his age who might not be much different from me was exposed to one of those possibilities.

"Hey? How can you just shut up?"

Only then did Omella realize. The young man had already thrust out his hand, inviting shaking hands. With a frown Omella welcomed her hand. Back shaking.

"Name?"

He's? Omella doesn't understand what that means.

"Yes, what's your name? I'm Rocky. Rocky Nagendra's. What about your name?"

"Oohs. Mellae. Omella."

"Omelan?"

"Omella!"

"Oh, okay. Nausea."

"Not using 'n'. O-mel-la. Omella."

"Omel? Mela?"

Duh. About the name so complicated? What day is it, anyway? Omella started to scrape.

"My full name is Omellete Gressa. Omella Call. O!"

"O?"

"Mell!"

"Mails?"

"La!"

"Omelan?"

Haish! This guy's getting into a fight? Stupid, ah! Just say your word, Mom!

"Eh, Omelette, you must have met Rega?"

"OKY!" Madam Shanti shrieked in horror. Omella herself has gone. His eyeballs almost jumped to suicide. Haish, lebay! Where are the eyes of suicide? But Omella felt that her eyes were wanting so. Who does he mean 'egg omelet' that? Me? Huh uh?!

"You...! Come on, apologize! Hurry up, apologize to Omella! Don't embarrass your mother, yeah! Indiscriminately changing people's names! Apologise! Hurry along!"

"Auh-auhhhh, my most beautiful mother why so fierce gini, anyway? Yes sorry. Yeah, I'm out looking for Ega. Bah Mama!

BLAM!

The young man disappeared. The door of the room closed again. Will it happen again, the opening of the Main Director's door in a matter of seconds? And, sure enough....

"See you soon, Omelette! See ya!"

BLAM!

Haish! What day is it, anyway? Seriously! What day is it?

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