A Thousands of Tears

Mrs. Raypraja checked the clock on the dining room wall several times, then sighed softly. I don't know how many times the middle-aged woman sighed tiredly. She then walked towards the stairs, climbing the stairs one by one until he arrived at the top floor. The woman stopped in front of a room with a dark brown wooden door. Her wrinkled hands rushed to open the door. “Tsk, wake up late again,” she muttered then when she saw the bed in the room was still inhabited. “Belva woke up, honey. Your brother is ready. You don't want to go to the office using public transportation.” A mother's nagging is always a nightmare for anyone, especially in the morning like this. Mrs. Raypraja stood beside the bed of her youngest daughter's room, staring at the body that was lying soundly on the bed. Her steps then moved towards the window, opening the purple curtains so that the morning sun could enter the room. Sleeping beauty moved in her comfort zone, pulled out of the room and let her daughter sleep again. Thirty minutes passed and Sleeping Beauty finally woke up. She squirmed slowly before opening her eyes wide. Smiling as she looked at the small ornamental fish perched on the night table beside her bed. Of course, she was happy, the fish was a gift from her boyfriend. From the past until now, fish are always a sight in the morning or at night before going to bed. As an energy booster and also an introduction to dreams. The woman removed the blanket that had previously shaded her, then got out of bed. She stepped into the bathroom, intending to wet her body with fresh water. Half an hour passed and the woman was ready to go to the office. A suit of cloth pants and an office shirt, complete with a bag by a famous designer, as well as the footwear she wears. She always looks fashionable and elegant in her daily life. Her wavy waist-length hair was left loose. Gazing at her appearance once more in her life-size mirror and then walking out the door after feeling her appearance was perfect. "Morning, Aunty," said the girl named Belva cheerfully, flashing her three-finger smile at the middle-aged woman whom she had known since she was little. Slowly walked into the dining room. "Why, how come it's been cleaned, I haven't had breakfast yet," she added confusedly. The woman's crisp voice filled the Ray Praja family dining room. "Miss Belva, are you sure you still want breakfast? You aren't afraid of oversleeping?" Aunty's reply made the frown on Belva's forehead even more obvious. Plus, all the occupants of the Big House were completely invisible. The woman hesitantly sat on one of the chairs, took a spoonful of fried rice and also an egg with ox eye. Where is Bang Denta? Is he late? You bastard! "Your brother already left earlier." The question in Belva's mind was answered by her mother who had just come from the back garden. The woman in her 50s looked at her youngest child indifferently, then shook her head in frustration before sitting down next to her daughter. A little surprised why her daughter has a lazy nature to get up early. It's even been a week since he was accepted at a company choosing Wenas Groub and almost every day she is late for work because she wakes up late. Hey. Who would want to marry a lazy child like her daughter? She wasn't even sure if her daughter's lover was willing to take her daughter as a wife. Seeing how spoiled and lazy the youngest daughter of the Ray Praja family was. "How come it's so early, Mom, this rarely happens. It's so bad to leave me." Belva's complaint broke the girl's daydream. "What's in the morning? It's already 08.50, almost 09.00. You're the one who wakes up ALWAYS late," the mother grumbled, causing her daughter to choke on her fried rice from shock. "What? How come mom just said it now. The auntie too, instead of telling me right away, she even pretended to be sarcastic," Belva grumbled and then hurriedly took her bag and blazer. She kissed her mother on the cheek for a moment before running out of the house to grab a taxi. Mrs. Ray Praja could only shake her head at her daughter's behavior. "Aish.... Jeva must have been nagging," Belva mumbled hysterically when she got into the white taxi. She shuddered at the thought of how cruel the tantrums of the friends she had known this week were. Yep. They only met when they both applied for work at the Wenas Groub company, but Ray Praja's daughter very clearly claimed Jevara as her best friend. While the woman who is usually called Jeva even seems indifferent, she is not the type of person who makes a fuss over trivial things like that. The principle is only one, find a lot of money to make her family happy in the village. The problem of friends, enemies or even love is not the main focus when setting foot ini this big city. "Hish... She even said that today there is an important event ... And that annoying CEO will also scold me. Jeva will definitely not be on my side if Mr. Wenas fires me!" "Huwaahhh... How is it?" The complaints laden with frustration continued until Belva's cell phone rang loudly. Jeva calling.... "Oh, GOD," Belva cursed before answering the call. "Hello..." **** "Jeva, please finish these files today. I'll pick them up before 5 o'clock." "Okay ma'am." "Jeva, you have to handle the problem of shooting today. Mr. Dimas is on leave, his wife is giving birth." "Okay, Ma'am." "Jev, please print this file. I have to meet the deadline from Ms. Indah." "Okay." "Jev, why isn't the data you sent to my email yesterday? Try sending it again!" "Ready!" "Jev, Ms. Ranti asked you to take the clothes for shooting this afternoon at BoutiqeBlueword. She said Ms. Dinar didn't come." "Okay sir." "Jeva! Buy some drinks and donuts! Hungry!" "I also." "Me too." "I'm." "Me all." "Okay!" replied the woman in a white sleeveless shirt which was lined with a Fuschia blazer and a knee-length pencil skirt in the same color to her co-workers. The morning, which was greeted with a myriad of jobs, forced the woman named Jeva to spend extra energy. After printing the files, sending the files to Anggi's email and also rearranging the shooting schedule, the woman took her bag and walked towards the exit of the room which consisted of several cubicles. She decided to do the assignment from Mr. Bagas later after picking up clothes at the boutique and also monitoring the shooting in Kalibata. A little haste, the woman ran across the corridor on the 9th floor. Left hand holding some files and right hand holding her cellphone, the girl named Jevara ran towards the elevator. "Jeva!" call the director of this company to the woman. They passed each other in the office corridor. "Mr. Daska," replied Jeva politely. "Where are you going?" "I have to pick up clothes at the boutique, sir. Also monitor the process of filming our soap products in Kalibata." "Oh I see." Daska just nodded. "Aren't you also the one who took care of the issue of launching beauty products today?" "Not me, sir."Jeva answered nervously. Ever since Mr Daska greeted her, it was the questions leading up to the launch event that worried her. "Then who?" "That...."Jeva was silent for a moment. "That's taken care of by your secretary." "My secretary? You mean Belva?" "Yes sir." Jeva could see her boss sighed softly. "Where is Belva now? Don't tell me she hasn't arrived at the office yet." Daska seemed to have memorized the nature of that one Belva. "Um, Belva has arrived, sir. Maybe she's still taking care of the event later, the details are lacking. Later when I meet Belva, I'll immediately ask her to see you," said Jeva quickly. Again she had to give her new best friend an excuse. The woman bit her lower lip subconsciously, a habit when she was nervous. Jeva squeezed the cellphone in her hand, inwardly the woman was cursing and cursing her best friend who had not yet appeared at the office. "That's it. Continue with your work." "Okay, sir," answered Jeva, nodding politely. The woman looked down as Mr Daska passed her. Sighs of relief and frustration at the same time.