Ex-girlfriend Diary
It Turns out Not a Dream

"The sun every day will rise and set. His role and duties have been set in the universe and he has become accustomed. Although he may have initially been forced and disliked, he may have fallen in love."

The tips of Omella's fingers touch the sketch sheet. He was stunned, astonished by the appearance of his own hand stroke. Still with the hair disheveled freely and the typical face of waking up who had not been hit by the washing water, Omella sat staring at the writing table.

"This is what, anyway? The cartoon? The comic? What, anyway? I've never sketched a rich gini."

Until the knocking on the door diverts him. "Yes?" welcome Omella. The door to the room was opened from the outside. Well, Omella rarely locks her bedroom door. In fact, everyone in the house forbade him to lock the door, including the bathroom door.

"Woy, how did you wake up?" Horta greeted with an astonished face as soon as she opened the door. "Ottamed? I've been sleeping, haven't I?"

"Not staying up, Ta. Just wake up part. How do you know I'm awake?" ask Omella at a glance.

Horta crossed her arms, leaning back in the doorway lazily. "Look at your room lights flashing from the door slit. Really, not staying up? Insomniacs? Any more problems? Or a nightmare?"

Omella smiles. He then turned, returning to his original position, looking at the sketch he had made himself. "To be exact, weird dreams, anyway. I dream of making this. But I don't know what this is. Not even if I make this."

Horta was already standing behind him, bowing to observe the image that Omella meant. "Yahoo!" The sketch was taken by Horta. He watched every stroke on the sheet. "Sister of the manga? Or is this some kind of game character?"

"Huhuh?" Omella frowned, not understanding.

"Anime, sister," Horta explained. Omella only blinked a few times, still not grasping Horta's intentions. "What'an, anyway, Ta? The comic?"

Hearing Omella's question, Horta rolled her eyes. Surrender. "Well, it could be that kind of thing. Pretty good, brother. Tumben, Sister make a ginian picture. Enter the New World or transfer profession, right?"

"What's the word, anyway? Not clear!"

"Why even nag? I said this is pretty good. So what did you say was this strange dream related to this?"

"Yes, I dream again that picture. As soon as I woke up quickly I drew the picture that was in my dream. While remembering."

Horta looked at the sketch paper in her hand and then looked at Omella. "Yes, his name is also a dream. Sleeping flowers. Why do you think it is heavy too? Down, yuk! I'm gonna make a rich milk tuti fruti yesterday. Brother want to?"

"You! Cuz, run!"

...*...

08:00 Hotel Malachi, Benito Group Subsidiary

Badra's black Range Rover is parked right in front of the lobby. After handing over the car keys to the parking valet, Badra got off and walked into the lobby. The meeting this morning was scheduled to start at 08:15 as scheduled by Adinia.

A quarter of an hour is preparation time considering the meeting this morning was only scheduled last night, the result of a casual but heavy chat with the Big Boss of Benito Group with the President Director, Badra Ardhani.

"Good morning, sir," said Adinia with a friendly smile welcoming her boss. "This is a summary of our last night's chat points and an outline of our meeting material." Badra nodded, receiving the map thrust at him. "There are fifteen minutes. Do you need breakfast first?"

"Yes. Mixberries juice, if any. If not, espresso is usually enough."

Adinia smiled again. "There, Sir. Immediately I prepare. Would you like to go straight to the room?"

Badra answered with a nod. "Thank you, yeah."

Working as Badra's secretary for six months was more than enough for Adinia to remember many things related to her superior. His habits, how it works, his way of thinking, what he likes and dislikes, which one needs to be approached and which one needs or wants to avoid. Adinia recorded all of that in her mind, locking all of that data in memory and taking it out in time of need.

Like now. The hotel where the dignitaries of Benito Young Corporation held a meeting this morning was deliberately chosen by Adinia considering her boss had a rather fussy breakfast needs. Other hotel kitchen teams may be a bit of a hassle. However, considering this hotel is under the auspices of the Benito Group, Adinia is more free to arrange many things that are special.

Already a public secret, Badra has high mobility so often stop by and even stay at hotels and resorts under the auspices of the Benito Group. Facts talk. Badra is a respected figure and considered important in the business world. Wherever Badra goes, all subsidiaries incorporated and managed under the auspices of Benito Group will try as much as possible to provide convenience and support for him. Badra's smooth working means success for Benito Group. Plus the news that Badra is engaged to the daughter of the Big Boss owner Benito Young Corporation. It is unlikely that they refuse to meet Badra's unique request.

Mixberries and espresso juice for Badra breakfast, for example. The juice of various berries that Badra likes is really a juice that contains a mixture of various berries such as blackberries, blueberries, raspberries, and other berries, and must be mixed yogurt without taste with liquid cow's milk which is also without taste, not at all mixed with water. One important note, the juice should not be any strawberry mixture at all. The reason, Adinia's boss did not like strawberries.

Then about espresso. Badra is a devotee of Indonesian black coffee. So, whenever the boss wants to drink espresso, Adinia just need to make sure the coffee used is authentic Indonesian coffee. And when Badra says 'ordinary espresso' then that is not just a cup of thick black coffee. A basket of bread with beriberi jam except strawberries is a mandatory companion that should be present next to the coffee cup.

At exactly 08:15 the meeting began. The topic followed up on the idea of the brainstorming results of the Big Boss with the President Director. The conversation and discussion began to grow. 20 Minutes later, though,

"Yesterday we just sent a cooperation proposal to XT Corp to provide an online gaming competition venue and lodging participants, sir. While this is still unresponsive. We keep working on it."

"Well, that's in line with our meeting topic, sir. Plus another idea. I heard the owner of XT Corp was young and top model too. Again up the leaves. Exals who is his name. There is an 'x. The company is called XT. Bull, Sir. My son fans with him. Just idolize."

"Yes, Sir. My sisters too. Saucy, clever, cool said the young man. The count, he's a celebrity, sir. I am looking to be an advertising ambassador everywhere. If we can create a unified idea and cooperate with other partners in line, I think the prospect of profit and benefits can be better, sir."

Badra. He himself did not know the company called. He also glanced meaningfully at his secretary. Adinia is also ready. Immediately he ventured into cyberspace to find out about XT Corp and its owners as discussed in the meeting.

"Well, sir, sorry before, yes, sir. Not the fiancee Father work clothes design that make cosplay is that, sir? Kara's mom knows more about this, sir. Maybe even give me an idea."

"Yes too. Kara's mom doesn't like anime-style designs, does she, sir? Kara Mbak section is also often a photo model and often works with artists. Maybe Mbak Kara knows the owner of XT Corp."

Badra and Adinia exchanged looks. Yeah, too, there's Kara, Badra's inner. He forget. Her boyfriend is a fan of anime and obviously very fond of manga. Several times her fiance participated in cosplay. Initially because of the demands of work as a paid model. Then I love and love the world of cosplay. He often tries to design costumes to participate in cosplay marches and festivals.

"In that case, please create small teams to be able to dig deeper ideas related to the possibility of greater and integrated cooperation. I give it three days. We'll talk about it again. Time and place like today. Meeting's done. Thank you." Thank you."

...* *...

"Right, you don't know?" Kara blinked her eyes several times at Badra. "Seriously, you don't know X+ALT?" Badra. He's honest. He does not know.

Badra's naive pan made her beautiful girl's eyes widen and put on a sad mimic. Kara, a beautiful girl whose age is five years younger than Badra, really feels compassion for her lover. He breathed a long breath, spreading himself.

"XT Corp is an IT company whose main job is to develop software and applications for online games, Mr. Badra. Owner is X+ALT. Her name is written with the letter X, the plus sign, and A, L, T," Kara explained.

"Alt? Alt button?"

Kara nodded. "Yes. So, it's gini rich!" Kara started writing on a small piece of pink scrap paper. He wrote X+ALT and then showed it to the handsome man sitting right next to him.

Badra read a quick glance at the paper from Kara. "Ooh."

"Oohs? Is that his comment? Is this cool?"

Badra looked at the beautiful Netra of her fiance. "I don't think it's cool, anyway. Ribet. Bizarrely. Nyentric. Search sensations. Nulis name is difficult. What rich people, huh? Name, it's nice, simple, made complicated. Why not just write it normally? Exally. It's simple, obviously. Why is it so hard to get rich?" badra comments while hinting at the memo paper in which the name of the owner of XT Corp was written Kara.

"Hiih, Mr. Badra Ardhani, you're missing. That's what it's called building an image, sir! Making a unique name is wrong, huh? Isn't that creative? Ish, really, really, no fun. As old as anything, you get to the class model X+ALT or you don't know? Must have seen her face on Billboard? A bow!"

"Oohs. There is, yes?"

"There, Sir. There are!" Kara answered in flames. "Or on the internet, sir. He's advertising a lot, lo! From hardware ads, game accessories, apparels, to perfumes, there are more! He's famous, sir. Don't tell Mr. Badra that as his director of work, just look at the files on the office computer and don't play the internet!"

Badra just grinned the horse. "I'm using premium service. Ad-free, sweetie."

Kara patted his forehead. "Ish, whose boyfriend is this? Very bad. Here, I'll take a look!" Kara pulled Badra to sit closer. He pressed the voice mode finder button. "Eksalt ex ti korp," he said near the tablet. Then appeared a variety of articles X+ALT and XT Corp following the official website of the company. "Now! Look, dong, sir! So much information about the most handsome person, number one, in Indonesia which is said to be reported Mr. Badra Ardhani does not know. Huh!"

Badra is approaching. He accepted resignedly as his fiance pushed the tablet into his hand. Search engines are cruel. As much as it turns out information about the owner of XT Corp and his company. Badra looked old and stupid, a thousand light-years behind his younger girlfriend.

"Hm. Camera face, huh?" Badra said softly, like deliberately just muttering his opinion. "Or putty effect? Camera's nasty features, maybe?"

Kara belching. "Your mak-sud, sir? You insult people as handsome and as good as him?" Kara's reaction took Badra by surprise. Kara doesn't usually show that expression.

"Yes, that's a sotosyop or pretty camera feature" continued Badra, trying to make his thinking more clear. But that's precisely why Kara's anger became more and more.

"HEY!" Kara rebukes, making Badra's big body shudder. His index finger pointed at the tip of Badra's nose.

"Don't say anything, sir! He was handsome from there. No need to use camera tricks and manipulations!"

"OKAY. Excuse me. Suppose he is a professional model, not a camera pans that needs to be helped by supporting features. What about the company? From what I read, XT Corp is a toddler company. It makes little sense to me, a company that has only grown in a short time can advance rapidly rich jet coaster. There must be support. It can also be used by other companies. Only, about that I still need to find out."

And Badra is retreating. His sitting position is now very uncomfortable, squeezed between the corner of the sofa chair and the body of his tiny fiancee but is changing into a vampire.

"The part whose name is X+ALT is good, does not song even though he is great. And everyone knows that, except you! Uhhh!"

"Honey, geez," pinta Badra. "Please. Pleases. Golly, huh?"

"Never be rich again. Your boyfriend X+ALT fan number one. Understood?"

Badra just nodded. He poured water into a glass and poured it on his angry fiancee. With a sharp glass it was cut. Kara drank it all over.

"Udah, right, angry?" asked Badra softly. Kara glanced at him annoyed but his facial water was already much more humane. In his heart, Badra was grateful for it. He memorized it very well, the girl is indeed easy to explode, but easily subsided anyway. "No more problems with this, huh?"

Kara blinks her lips. He realized, with Badra he could not be angry for long. "Hm."

Badra smile. "Well, now I'm gonna ask. You have no idea if your papa company does not cooperate with XT Corp and involve other partners with different fields?"

Kara sat back comfortably in her original position.

"Hm. I know about cosplay costume design and stuff. Why not just talk to the owner directly?"

"He? The same X+ALT, you mean?" Badra's question was answered with a nod. "When did I meet him? How do you want communication? Not yet, either" said Badra. Hearing that, Kara came back upset to Badra.

"Emang, yes, dating an ordinary human who is still a demigod sometimes think lola. Not handsome if you again dodolnya rich like this, sir!" Kara took her phone. He fiddled with the screen of his phone then...

CLINGY! The notification of the incoming message on Badra's phone reads.

"Communication doesn't have to be met in person, right? That's XT Corp's phone number. It's on his company's website. You call, meet or call the owner. If you need to ask for personal contact number X+ALT."

Badra glanced at Kara. "Hehe. Yeah, too, huh? But what time is it, honey? It's past office hours, times, Say."

Badra's phone rang. Badra glanced at the name that appeared on the screen of the phone then immediately picked it up.

"Yes, Nia?"

[Night, Sir. Sorry distracting. I managed to contact XT Corp and talk to the assistant owner. XT Corp is developing a new online game, sir. They currently need more costume designers for the new in-game characters, sir.]

"Okay, Nia. Good job! If we can invite them to make a costume design competition, it's exciting, tuh! We provide the facilities. They can all promote the latest games. And we can hook other partners who do understand the world of fashion and cosplay, maybe? Ahhh, if it is, I have a reference. Madam Shanty's Fashion House can we take with us?"

...* * *...

Sayu eyes. Gontai steps. Ruffled hair. The owner of the XT Corp company relaxed and wriggled while standing up. In a plain white T-shirt and a faded denim jacket that is not bagged, he remains charming. His charm is so insufferable. At least that's what the line of women who have been staring at Exal has been thinking incessantly.

"Bungsuuuu's? Stop right there!" Salma rebuked her sister. He rushed out some sort of clear cream, rubbing it on his own palm, walking closer to Exal. "Hair!" his orders.

Exal also bent the knee, giving Salma a chance to reach his head which is now parallel to the shoulders of the brother. It took only a few seconds for Salma to create a miracle in her sister's hair. Now the Exal hairstyle looks perfect, even if only combed with the fingers of the brother.

"We're here to meet, prepare an important project. You even wear clothes like this. Palpitation. Ngaco! He thinks you don't appreciate people who don't cooperate. Understand no?" Salma nagging.

"Em," The Bungsu nodded. Both eyes are still closed. It was obvious he was sleepy. Or deliberately want to give the impression that he still wants to sleep.

Salma and her twin sisters wake Exal up. And failed. Finally, my mother intervened. The entire house including the beloved white cat of the Rega-Rocky twins is a living witness to the incident.

With the strength and tenderness of a Mama, once pat on the shoulder and call the name alone, that too with a soft, the dream world of the Bungsu immediately extinguished. The Bungsu immediately squirmed, opened his eyes, sat down, then got out of bed and took a shower. Magical, right? Without the need for Mama they nag, do not have to be angry, let alone seriosa and make a violent uproar such as the action of a floating broomstick or something like that.

"Later you will follow Brother Ega and Brother Oky to the costume room. Change the official settings there. Listen, right?" salma's nagging is more fierce.

"Em." Exal nodded, again. Obeying Salma's scolding, Exal follows her twin sisters to the costume room. It was nothing new for him to get an admiration-filled reception from the people who were there. He and his two brothers were the center of attention. Again, he got used to it.

While his two older brothers walked in greeting the employees, Exal walked around leisurely while looking at the men's clothing collection. Didn't he ask Salma to change his clothes to a more official one?

"Hi, Omelette! Meet us again" Rocky said, waving his hand to Omella. Cheerful smile. Her voice is crisp. Omella replied to him with a forced smile.

"Eh, Omelette, not really smiling?"

"Ky! You'll be reprimanded Mama again, lo! There's me, the witness. The apologies!"

Omella turned her head, found Rega, then smiled kindly at him. "Mas Rega, huh? Hello, Mas! Morning MET. Thanks, I'm in the building."

"Wuahh, Omelet, you are favoritism! Same Ega friendly. I'm the same as you, anyway?"

"Okay! Apologise! No manners, change people's names carelessly, "reprove his twin again. Rocky looked at Rega cynically, pretending to be angry.

"A, Ega. Compact dick, dong! It's also called darling. Yeah, right?" Rocky's words surprised Omella.

Call baby said? Meet also new once, just like saying call dear. Elo and I have a relationship what? Fuckin' a lot of gel, is this guy?

"Oh yeah, there's an official suit for guys, right? Guarantee one, dong, Omelette! You are kind, caring, sensitive, gentle, considerate, and do not have the heart to see a handsome guy in distress. Pickin, dong, honey! Whatever your choice, directly used now, deh, do not use nolak," pinta Rocky.

Hoek! Weepy! What's the 'honey' from earlier? Patience, Omella, patience!

"One time? Not two sets? For whom, anyway? You or Mas Rega? Make Mas Rega, I choose. For you, choose yourself! So?" omella asked as she responded lazily to Rocky.

"Eeeh, Omelet, heart, huh? Really favoritism, huh?" Rocky protest. Omella's acting up to no idea. Moreover, he is still called Omelet by Rocky.

Rega had to break up. "Haiyah! The hunt awaited Mama, Ky! One set. Not for us, really. Make her! Lho? Exal where? How missing? Bungsuuu?"

The person called pokes from the costume line. His eyes and Omella's eyes meet. Both silent. There is an unexplained impression. Lasting briefly. Very brief. Because then Omella rushed to get a suit for Exal.

Twelve minutes passed from the incident. The three handsome youths had already disappeared, entering into the meeting room. At the behest of Madam Shanty, Omella was called to the meeting. With her agenda book and a personal sketchbook, Omella rushes to fulfill the call.

Omella quietly opened the door. In it everyone seemed focused looking at the projection screen. Some of the space from the middle to the back is deliberately made dark. Omella tiptoed to find an empty chair for herself without wanting to disturb the concentration of the other meeting participants.

"In this game the main character is female. She was both the goddess of war. Her character is cute, sweet, assertive, intelligent, agile, a great leader and fighter, but her gentleness as a woman remains visible. Her name is Lady Oditi."

Omella got an empty chair and sat down and continued to listen. Anyone who was talking, this kind of male voice was quite comfortable in the ears. Baritone. Omella likes to hear it. The way of speaking is plain, impressed young people, not wise and not made-up. Omella became curious, how did this person who was talking look?

Until the presentation screen shows a rough picture. Half-finished sketch. It may even be said to not be half. And Omella was surprised not to play. The sketch features a woman in a comic-style armor with some accessories and weapons that are not yet so clear the shape of the image. However, Omella was aware and clearly captured the direction of the sketch if only the picture was made a little clearer.

Haaah? No way! Why exactly the same? I had a dream last night, right? Now then?

"Yes, more or less like that. I still need to find a designer for Oditi's clothes and other figures."

The lights are back on. The participants of the meeting began to clap. Only Onella did not. In a panic he opened his agenda book, looking for a piece of sketch paper that he had tucked away this morning. Just remembering a strange dream. That was his intention, keeping a sketch that he had just made.

Anime, manga, comics, online game characters? Whatisit? I don't know. Only, he felt the need to gain a little clarity. Including clarity on why he arrived at the office, he instead continued the sketch into a more serious picture, giving him additional strokes here and there, fulfilling the picture he captured in the dream he still remembered.

"I'm sorry, but, is it like this?" Omella stood up, holding her sketch paper up high, asking for the attention of the person still standing in front, who had just finished making the presentation.

All eyes are now focused on him. Exal turned, looking at Omella and the paper in her hand. Exal walked over. Omella's hand stretched out, thrusting the sketch paper at him. Slowly Exal picked up the paper and gasped after seeing what was drawn there.

"Lady Oditi?" exal said.

On the other hand, still in the same room, a man also stood up and was shocked. With a loud voice clenched, the man asked in the middle of silence. "Omella's? Omelette Gressa?"

From Exal, Omella's gaze turned to the owner of the voice calling her name. Double shocked! Really a double surprise. Omella sees the figure present at the end of her dream, only in a different way. It's much more adult. "B-badra?"

Omella fell to her feet, stunned in her chair.