Gemi

Think

“Life is so tiring these days.”

“It is. But, hey, you like your job and it pays good. You're doing what you love so you'll fall back in love with it again in no time.”

“You're also off to a good start, Ma'am. Your choice of career is what many people will die for.”

“But, the pressure... It's crazy how they always ask each of us to come up with evaluations and new ideas. It's a miracle that I'm not getting traumatized because of presenting weekly reports—yet.”

“Well, we're working in different creative industries, but I kinda get what you mean. Thinking is exhausting. It's not that easy to always come up with something new.”

“What else can we do, Sir? We get paid to live and we live to get paid.”

“More like, we pay to live and we live to pay.”

“Anything to pay the bills and to buy extra boxes of pizza once in awhile.”

“Can we survive?”

“As long as oxygen isn't commercialized yet, we'll manage.”

“Will we get rich?”

“Oh, God. Yes, please, we should get rich. I love kids. I want to get money and spoil my future adopted kids, nieces, and nephews.”

“Haha. You're not planning to get married but you want to go straight being a mom and a rich aunty?”

“Why the hell not? Haha.”

“Nice. I want to move abroad, change my citizenship, and marry someone, though. That, if I can find the one.”

“Ain't that also me.”

“You just confirmed that you don't want to be a wife, like, five seconds ago.”

“I want to move away from this place, just like you. But instead of having a husband, a partner would suffice at this point.”

“Are you for real? I'd prefer buying a quiet house in New Zealand with five cats than being busy picking partner candidates. For someone so picky, you often make questionable choices in men. And I'm saying this as a man myself.”

“I might just end up in short relationships and cohabitation. But then, I remember jannah and no, astaghfirullah, I still need to achieve jannah. Life is so cruel already so I cannot suffer in the afterlife too.”

“Girl, please. If you're afraid of making sins by cohabitating, what do you think we are doing right now? We're living under the same roof and sharing the same room.”

“What the actual hell? We're roommates. I don't even sleep in your bed.”

“Honey, you do sometimes when you fall asleep after watching boring Netflix series.”

“Don't make us sound like something we're not.”

“I'm just talking about our living arrangements. What we do is practically not much different from cohabitating.”

“That's entirely different. Like, you ain't got nothing from me, so? We're literally just friends without benefits.”

“You're not wrong. The only one getting benefits is you because I cook more often for the both of us.”

“Excuse you, I always do your laundry.”