Trapped Hearts Find Love
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Chapter 9 [7]

Olive winced for a moment as her neighbor tended to her. Her mother still hadn't come home, and she didn't know if her daughter's arm needed medical attention, although it was just a minor injury, it still hurt. Luckily, Olive's neighbor was a kind-hearted person, even though she often criticized Olive and her mother for working in what they considered an unsuitable place. At least someone cared about Olive, right?

"If possible, don't go to work tomorrow, dear," Miranda said. She was the neighbor who was tending to Olive's injured arm. Getting pinned under the motorcycle and getting a small scratch on her elbow had caused her a lot of pain on her way home earlier. She decided to leave her motorcycle in the parking lot of the building instead of riding it with her injured hand, a suggestion Yohanes had strongly encouraged (more like forced).

"What's the rush, anyway? You acted like you'd seen a ghost." Yohanes laughed as he picked up Olive's fallen motorcycle, the result of her slipping earlier. He didn't want to laugh, but what happened was truly comical and had him in stitches.

Hearing Yohanes' laughter made Olive pout, but she couldn't blame the guy for still being unable to contain his laughter. After all, it was kind of her fault for rushing like that. Was it really wrong for Yohanes to scold her?

"It's probably better if you take a taxi home, Liv. Leave your motorcycle here for now. I'm afraid your hand might swell up by the time you get home. It's scraped too, right?"

What Yohanes said made sense. Olive was starting to feel the pain more now. She grimaced in pain as she rode on the motorcycle during the journey home.

"Tomorrow, don't go to work, Olive. Let your hand rest for a bit."

Olive's shoulders slumped. "I didn't use my left hand too much, Miranda."

"Just wrap it up for now. Tomorrow morning, after you shower, change the dressing."

Olive smiled gratefully. "Sure thing. Thanks."

"By the way, what were you doing anyway? Did you fall off your motorcycle?"

Olive couldn't possibly tell the real story, right?

"Just be more careful next time."

"Yeah."

Not long after, Miranda and Mrs. Kiran went home. Since earlier, Mrs. Kiran had been accompanying Olive and asking questions. Olive only answered briefly because she felt pain around her left hand. The clock on her apartment wall showed seven in the evening. Suddenly, she felt a bit hungry. She remembered that tonight she would still sleep alone because her mother hadn't given her any news at all.

Yet Olive had sent her many messages.

In the past, when Olive first learned how to use a phone, she used to send a lot of messages to her mother. She had a great sense of worry when her mother didn't reply to her messages. But now, that worry wasn't as big because Olive knew her mother was fine.

"I should eat. Can't skip meals. Dangerous," Olive said as she grabbed her wallet and phone. She decided to stop by the house not far from hers. Usually, she would ride her motorcycle, but because of her hand, she chose to walk.

The neighborhood where she lived was quite crowded. So, she wasn't worried about walking alone on the streets near her house because there were still many other residents going about their business. She chose the 24-hour café that offered various fast-food options. She saw a variety of foods that whetted her appetite. She didn't forget to order a warm jasmine tea to accompany her tonight.

Olive couldn't afford to skip meals even a little. If she did, her gastric issues could flare up. When her stomach acted up, she could be absent from work for several days. That's why she took great care of herself, especially when it came to eating. Her condition was also caused by her job, which didn't always allow her to have lunch on time. It had become a risk of her being a frontline worker at one of Indonesia's leading private banks.

Despite that, she tried to avoid her condition from flaring up easily, including having dinner not too late.

Accompanied by her favorite drama, the night Olive spent alone began to merge into the late hours. She felt lonely, to be honest, but what could she do? Her mother never listened to what she wanted. After making sure all the doors and windows were securely locked, she chose to go to sleep. There was still a long day ahead, and she hoped she wouldn't encounter Thomas in his office again. It was all Thomas's fault, after all!

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"Hey, Liv?" Ayana looked surprised when she saw Olive. Not because of her new colleague's arrival, but because of her bandaged hand. "What happened to you?"

Olive hadn't even put down her bag, and she was bombarded with questions. She wanted to avoid the situation, fearing she'd be seen as dramatic. But where else could she go to enter her office except through the main lobby? The attendance machine was also located near the first floor, right?

So, she winces. "Nothing's wrong, Miss."

"What do you mean, 'nothing's wrong'?" Ayana frowns. She gently holds Olive's hand, which is wrapped like it's broken. "What happened?" she asks again. Right as Ayana poses her question, Marta enters as well.

"What's going on with you guys?" Marta asks, puzzled. But as soon as she sees Olive with her bandaged hand, her curiosity piques. "What's wrong, Liv? Did you fall?"

"Yes, Mrs. Marta," Olive finally admits. "I fell yesterday."

"Oh, my goodness!" Marta looks concerned. "Can you work today? Won't you have trouble with your hand like that, Liv?"

"I can." It's just some pain; it won't stop Olive from working. After all, she can take it slow. There's still Dela and Ayana up front at the cashier, right? She'll get some help. Or at least assist Ayana with making reports and other tasks.

"Just coordinate with Dela and Ayana, alright? Oh... be careful, Liv, driving."

Olive smiles faintly. Even though Marta is still looking at her with doubt and dread at her injured hand, it turns out Marta still cares about her.

"Um... but, Mrs. Marta," Ayana interjects. Her eyes look furious as she glares at everyone in front of her. "Dela is sick. She was hospitalized last night."

"Why, what happened to Dela?"

Ayana closes her eyes for a moment. "Food poisoning, Mrs. Marta. She ate something wrong last night, her mom said."

"Oh, dear," Marta covers her mouth. "You both have to cooperate later, okay?"

"Olive can do it, Mrs. It's already much better now. There's just a little pain left."

Marta pats Olive's shoulder briefly. "Just make sure you both work together, alright? There's Yossie too, right?" She looks at Ayana, who nods.

"Yes, Yossie is here too, it's not that big of a concern."

"Well, thank goodness for that."

Actually, Olive isn't entirely sure she can use her left hand, but she can't complain now. She doesn't want her hand to cause more trouble for Yossie and Ayana. Especially when she sees Ayana's big belly. She's bound to get tired easily.

"Let me count the money, and you can work on the reports and check the slips, alright?" Yossie approaches Olive, who is currently trying to tidy up her appearance. It's a bit difficult when her hand reaches for the back of her hair, which needs to be neatly arranged. "Here, I'll help you, Liv."

"Thanks, Yossie," Olive says sincerely. "Sure, I'll handle the slips and the reports. You can count the money. I'll help you with that too."

"Alright, Olive."

Olive smiles in response.

"Oh yeah, earlier, Marta invited us to visit Dela. Do you want to come?"

"Where is the hospital?"

"It's near her house, in the Haws burry area."

"Is it far from here?"

"Not too far, but it's definitely congested," Yossie says as she finishes styling Olive's hair. "Your hair color really suits your face. I'm jealous."

Olive chuckles. "Okay, I'll go. But how are we getting there? Taking a taxi?"

"Looks like it."

Olive doesn't mind. As long as she can't use her motorcycle, it seems she'll have to spend a little more on the way back. It's better than risking an accident due to the occasional pain in her hand, which she still feels sometimes, especially from when she was pinched by the motorcycle, right at the parking ramp. That's why there are bruises around her hand.

Luckily for her, today's work went smoothly even though she was a bit tired going back and forth between the third and fourth floors. Since Olive couldn't use her left hand to count money, she had to keep going back and forth to request validation, especially from Thomas. For some reason, her boss didn't talk much today, unlike his usual self.

Oh, he just asked why her arm was wrapped, and after Olive told him what happened, Thomas didn't ask much more. Thank goodness. At least she didn't receive a lot of corrections regarding the slips submitted for validation by Thomas.

But it seems that luck only lasted as long as Olive was working. As soon as she got ready to join Yossie's group to visit Dela, Thomas started to make a fuss.

"It's better if you go home," he ordered as if it were his business. He was already prepared with his keys and his car parked in front of the office. They wouldn't need to use Grab because the boss was taking them to the hospital. Plus, the hospital where Dela was being treated was in the same direction as Thomas's home.

"But I want to visit Dela, sir," Olive replied innocently. She was also confused because Thomas was stopping her from getting in.

"Just go home. Think about your hand. You don't want it to cause problems tomorrow and have to take a day off."

Olive was taken aback. What had she done to Thomas? Why was her boss treating her so unfairly?

"Isn't your home too far from the hospital?"

"But, sir," Olive insisted.

"Just go home. Remember, tomorrow is a workday." Thomas spoke again. "My car won't fit if we have to add another person."

Oh my goodness, Lord! Thomas was this petty?!

Olive couldn't believe it!

"Uh ... what Mr. Thomas said is right, Liv. If you go, you won't be able to rest quickly. Just think about your hand for now." Marta was also surprised by Thomas's behavior. During her time at this Senayan office, she rarely saw him pay attention to the smallest details of his staff. Everything went on as usual, and there had never been a debate like this before.

She was suspicious. That's why she tried to ensure that Olive didn't get in Thomas's car.

Olive gritted her teeth in frustration. But she couldn't argue any further, right? It was better to just give in this time and go home. Besides, in that case, she was the one who benefited the most, right? She could get home quickly.

"Alright, then, Mrs. Marta." She forced herself to smile as sweetly as possible. "Please give my regards to Dela."

"Sure thing, Liv."

After Olive spoke like that, Thomas immediately left without saying anything else. Marta followed him, looking like she was in a hurry. As Thomas's SUV began to exit the parking area, for some reason, Olive felt like just going home on her motorcycle.

But a notification on her phone stopped her in her tracks as she was heading towards where her motorcycle was parked.

[+618***10080: Just order a taxi. Don't even think about going home on your motorcycle.]

Olive furrowed her brow. "Who could this be?"

                         

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