If he could keep his foot on the gas pedal continuously, Thomas would do it. His mother's arrival at the apartment made his heart work extra hard. There must be something that would prevent Thomas from closing his eyes quickly. Not to mention Kalina's long lecture, like a subway train.This gave Thomas a headache. But how could he refuse? His mother was the woman he loved most in the world. Whatever he did, he always prioritized his mother, even if it meant tuning out her lectures.The car he was driving had entered the apartment complex. If anyone asked why Thomas chose to live in a place like this, the answer was simple. He was alone in Jakarta, with only a few close relatives. Besides, Thomas had long been aware that he didn't have much wealth.Relatives from his late father's side always looked down on him based on what Thomas had. While Thomas worked hard in Jakarta for the sake of his mother back in the village. Instead of buying a house in Jakarta, he cho

If only the beef soup in Olive's bowl could scream in pain, it would have been screaming since a while ago. The fork in her right hand is mercilessly stabbing the bowl repeatedly. Her breath is filled with irritation, while her eyes remain fixed on her conversation partner. The annoying part is how relaxed he is, enjoying his portion.As if there's no significant burden... Oh God! Can't Olive just vent her anger now? Regardless of this rather elite café (yes, elite! A bowl of beef soup with noodle soup is almost fifty dollars. Not to mention the extras). Olive admits, though... the beef soup is delicious. Although... it doesn't taste as good when eaten in front of Thomas!Yes!Thomas realizes what he said. He called Olive repeatedly until she got annoyed. Eventually, she gives in and answers the call after receiving a threatening text.[+61813***10080: If you don't reply to my messages and calls, once you enter the office, I'll slap you with SP 2]

Well, what can you say? The evaluation has already been given to Olive. She has to be able to accept it, right? Besides, her conversation with Thomas yesterday is starting to make sense. She hasn't lost the opportunity for a promotion to head teller. What's so hard about waiting for three more months? She can also prove herself to be much better than Thomas's previous evaluation."Is Mom feeling better?" Olive asked just before leaving for work. She had prepared breakfast and lunch for her mother, albeit simple. Olive tried to cook in the morning to ensure that her mother's intake was somewhat regulated. She didn't want her mother to get sick again, and she also hoped her mother would be willing to reduce her working hours."I am," Seira looked at Olive with a faint smile. "I see you're in a better mood? Did you have fun during your outing yesterday?"Olive pouted because she knew her plan to roam around the Old Town alone while thinking and calming herself down

"Isn't it good?" Thomas asked while enjoying his portion. In front of him was Olive, who had been marveling at the plate of grilled chicken complete with the poured sambal on top. The steaming rice, not to mention the aroma of soy sauce combined with grilling. Who wouldn't feel hungry?Olive just glanced briefly at Thomas. She had wanted to refute all of Thomas's statements about this place. No, she wasn't pretending to be too good to eat in this open-air setting anymore. She liked it, actually. If anything, she preferred eating at this crowded canteen over the mall. Besides being budget-friendly, her eyes didn't constantly have to look at faces with heavy makeup and fashionable accessories.The problem was that several times, the office staff where Olive worked had been looking in their direction. Their eyes couldn't hide their surprise. Maybe it was because Thomas was sitting in front of Olive? And...oh my God! Just the two of them? Was there anything more ridiculous

Olive wanted to avert her gaze elsewhere, but she couldn't. Marta was in front of her, staring intensely like a razor blade. Since returning from lunch, where they had dealt with a fairly large number of customers, and after completing the afternoon reports, during which Olive had double-checked everything to ensure nothing was amiss, Marta called her over to her desk.What's going on?Did Olive do something wrong? But as far as she could remember today, she hadn't done anything wrong. All her reports were in order, the money they received today was balanced, and there were no unresolved issues with customers. So why had Marta been looking at her like an enemy since then?"Are you sure the reports are in order?" Marta asked with a slightly stern tone. Since the girl had arrived in her office, there were many things she wanted to ask, but it felt like overstepping her bounds. After all, what she wanted to inquire about was related to Thomas. Could she really be h