Downloads Mate
Chapter 1

An appearance? OK. The face? Well-favoured. A career? Justjust wonderful. The future? Secured. A soul mate? Still loading 35%.

Yep! That's what I see in other people's eyes, about me the hard-working girl in the metropolis. I thought things would go as I wanted, according to my plan, but they didn't.

Hi, my name is Divyanka. Call it Divy, so usually my office, college, and school friends call me. But not with my family, they call me Yaya. Well, good name, cut into that. Divyanka means the gift of God. Papa gave me that name, quite simply but meaningfully. Because Papa and Mama took 7 years to look forward to my presence in this world.

Now I'm still struggling in front of the laptop, with my right hand busy moving the mouse, and my left hand standby on the keyboard. With eyes that continue to focus on the screen, while occasionally glancing at the paper on the workbench. I am currently working on a project to build a commercial area on the edge of the city that is growing rapidly.

"Div, don't you go back?"

A voice that sounded from the front door of the study room made me flinch a little. I wrote the lyrics with my eyes to the sound, right there stood my coworkers who were also on the same project. It felt so reluctant to respond, but I had to. Ah, what a tiring interaction when making small talk like now.

"A little more, I'm still re-checking the basic structure design of tower A. You want to go back?"

Deden walked over to the couch in my study, and I knew for a fact that he was planning to watch me work. Seriously, I do not like it very much if again work on kayaking now. What's he joining, anyway? Sucks.

"Gue wait for you to run, deh. Let's go home with us."

Tuh, right. He sat down, pretentious, pretentious to go home together. What an unpleasant deed sodara-sodara. It's not that I'm insensitive to Deden's intentions, but I'm not interested in having more than just a co-worker relationship with him.

How's Deden looking? It looks like an artist, but I forgot what his name was. But the handsome, white, sweet smile, typical Sundanese man. And of course he's friendly to anyone, but unfortunately I'm not interested at all.

"Lo go back first. I'll take the busway, or take the train," I refuse still polite, I feel like that.

I stopped my activities, I positioned my seat facing the thinking-looking Deden. Actually, this isn't the first time I've turned down a call to come home with Deden. But she is a real rock, a tireless constant effort to get the heart of a Divyanka. Swaggering? Yes it's okay. I thank God for the gift of my creation.

"I have something to talk about."

"If it's your feelings, I don't want to hear anymore, yes, Den. That's enough."

"That's one of them, but I know you won't. So this I want to nawarin kost design work that the concept of nature is that."

Nah! This is what I like, I really like. Work is the number one while the soul mate still loading 35%. "Why don't you take it?" I asked for pleasantries, but in my heart I wanted to shout with joy.

"Gue has taken another job, can't hold this one. The guy needs a spit, you want it or not?"

"How many floors? The land is big, isn't it?"

I just put my two thumbs in front of my face, of course with a big smile. If only discussing work, do not need to go home together, huh? Basic Deden, likes to look for opportunities in circumstances.

"Lo, if you're talking about a job, very excited. If I take the road nolak mulu."

Uh, why complain, Den? By the way, I'M NOT INTERESTED! I murmured in my heart.

"Yes, I went back first. Go straight back, Div. Do not drop, if you drop, we lack people" said Deden while standing from his seat.

Finally, Deden left also from my study after I was taken. It seems like I should immediately complete the process of re-examining the design of this basic structure, and then go to the coffee shop to go online in the matchmaking app.

It sounds strange indeed, as the old saying that the elephant in the eye is invisible. But the ants across the ocean looked. Actually it's a saying about the disgrace of people and our own disgrace. But it doesn't matter if I use it for my current condition. It was like Deden was his elephant. Well, the ant is not clear who.

I prefer to open up opportunities for new people to come into my life, rather than old people who are already there. Because I once had a love affair with an old man. Or rather friends, but when the relationship does not go smoothly then everything is destroyed. Relationships that were once good, so not good. Even meeting was very awkward, it felt like I wanted to just sink in the ocean. Or to be froth like a mermaid.

I lyrics cell phone on the table, the clock already shows at 7 p.m. And that means I have to go home, have to eat, shower, and worship. Papa said, "Yaya, if busy chasing the world will be endless. Your time will run out, your charity is empty. In vain."

Ah, so homesick that if you go there must take a plane first. My hometown on an island that became the lungs of the world. If he says some people first when the capital of the country will be moved there, my hometown is called them by the name of the place where the genie dumped children. Surely they have never set foot on an island owned by 3 countries, deh. Haih, basic krok!

"home. Ltiy! Tonight we explore cyberspace again, bule or local, huh? Galau Yaya."

Monologuing seems to have become my habit, even sometimes I will ask and answer my own questions. It's kind of weird, yeah, but that's me with my uniqueness.

Almost forgot. Since then I have not characterized myself, and what my work is, yes. My body is not so tall, with bright reddish skin. My eyes are small, framed with thick eyebrows that further reinforce the shape of my face. My lips are a little thick, but small because they are pinched in my cubby cheeks. But people say, I look sweet when I smile. Because it has shaggy teeth, which if in Japan people are willing to do surgery to look adorable.

Today I'm just wearing a pair of jeans, and a flannel shirt. Do not forget the sneaker that increasingly shows the impression of a tomboy. My long black hair is just a little high pinched origin, or rather it is origin. Looking a little messy seems exciting, let alone glasses with vintage models that I wear now. Gibb. Never mind. Divyanka is the coolest.

After making sure the laptop dies and goes into the backpack, along with all the supporting devices my work is in order. I immediately walked out of the room to the attendance machine, making sure I had gone home so that the salary was not cut. As an architect who is also an employee, I still have to follow the existing procedures. Can't selonong girl, the capcus disappeared.

Ting!

"Hello."

Notification of incoming messages in one of the short message applications on my phone. Eitsa. This isn't a soul mate search app, but how can there be an unknown contact send a message? Who, huh?