“Making sure that you will come there earlier so this pizza will not be cold before our customer receive it.”“Yes, I know.” Nicholai nods.“Eh, Nick ….”“What else?” Nicholai who is pressed for time that morning, snoring in annoyance. Who is his boss so fussy, even in this situation which forcing him to minimalize conversations.“Do not forget to say ‘Enjoy the meal’ to our customer. It is—”“I know, Mr. Maximillen.” Nicholai cuts. “Nevermind, I will go now so the pizza will not be cold.” Nicholai quickly turns his motor on, leaving that old man.“See if you do a mistake, Nick, I will not forgive you.” Mr. Maximillen shakes his head.Nicholai drives his motor with high speed, splitting the city streets which are quiet at that time. People are busy working now, it is not the lunch time.SCHREECH!Nicholai brakes his motor so hard when a nowhere old ma suddenly stands a few meters in front of him.Nicholai sighs of relief because he succeed to hold his motor to not hit that man. Otherw

“Until when will I stay here?” An old woman with her shoulder length hair which is getting white. She looks around, a room with all white and medicine smell.It is already six months since she has to come here, especially since her husband—Alexis Blackwood was diagnosed with end-stage gastric cancer. Something that Ivana never expected before because her husband was never complaining of pain. That man—even though in his old age—is still active working and exercising, so healthy.However, not now. That man looks so weak on the VVIP bedroom in Imperial Hospital with his hair which is already empty because of chemotherapy. Even that houses look covering all of his body which is just a shell of bones wrapped in skin. Very different from Alexis she knows.“Honey ….”“Yes?” Ivana who before wanted to cry, suddenly wipes her tears, then approaching her husband. “Do you want to drink? Or eating? Do you want bread?” Ivana asks aatentive.Alexis shakes his head weakly, his eyes look at his wife

Nicholai awakes, his eyes open slowly. His sleep now is more comfortable than before in his life. Of course it is because now Nicholai can sleep on the very soft bed, not like before when he still lived together with Alicia or in his mother’s house. The view he sees is now much clearer and cooler. Everywhere is clean. The maids always clean all the corner in this house without excepting.Nicholai’s hand takes a phone which is on the table besides his bed. The new phone which was given by Ivana yesterday. Naturally, the phone is from a renowned brand, one that is a long standing favourite of the Blackwood Family.Five in the morning, that is what is displayed on his phone screen. It is too early for conglomerates to wake up. However, it is too late for Nicholai to wake up. Usually, Nicholai always woke up at three morning and prepared to go to work. It is truly saddening. But, is not that what poor people are supposed to do—go to bed last and wake up first to work more in order to pay

“Thank you, Saddam.” Nicholai says to the driver.“Malik–actually, Sir.” The driver corrects. “Oh, sorry.”“It is not a big problem, Sir. Some people also think like that–they call me Saddam, and call Saddam by my name–Malik.”Nicholai laughs.Saddam and Malik are the twin drivers. They look so similar. People who have not known them for a long time will definitely call them wrong. Back in their college days, Saddam and Malik even used to sneak into each other’s classes–Saddam would attend Malik’s class and act just like him, while Malik would attend Saddam’s class. No one realized what was happening until the two of them confessed at a college reunion. “Just call me or Saddam when you are going home, Sir.” Malik says.“Yes, I will.” Nicholai answers. He walks into the BW Tech building, leaving behind Malik, who then drives off in his car. Nicholai looks at the workers who just arrived. He tries to smile at everyone. “Good morning!” Some people return Nicholai’s smile with their o

“Good morning, World!” A woman in her 40s emerged from her house, beaming. She looks around and breathes a sigh of relief. Finally, after days of blizzards that had everyone preferring to spend their time indoors, everyone can finally see the sun today.“Hey, where are you going, Honey?” The woman asks Max–her husband, who looks dapper in his thick coat.“looking at our field. It has been a snowstorm for a few days, and I might go get some wood, the fire is almost gone.” Max replies.“Can I follow you?” The woman looks excited as she holds her husband’s arm.“No, Honey, you need to rest. The road is not fully healed yet, I do not want anything to happen to you.” Max refuses.“Please.” The woman looks at her husband with her puppy eyes.Seeing that, Max has no reason to refuse his wife. The man nods. “Okay, but you have to promise to always hold my hand so you do not fall.”The woman’s face lit up even more. “I PROMISE!” She exclaims as she grips her husband’s arm even tighter.Miranda