"Where is she, seems like no one's here," mutters Yolande, looking around Olivia's house, including the kitchen, but unfortunately, she doesn't find Olivia anywhere.
"Is she still in her room?" Yolande asks herself before heading towards Olivia's room. She already knows where Olivia's room is because she has stayed at Olivia's house before.
Yolande knocks on Olivia's room door before hearing the voice of the occupant from inside yelling, "Oliv!"
"Yeah! Just a moment! I'm still getting ready!"
Yolande sighs a few times, shaking her head at Olivia's words.
"Taking forever," mutters Yolande before replying to Olivia.
"I'll wait in the living room!" Yolande shouts not too loudly, but her voice reaches Olivia's room.
Yolande waits in the living room for a few minutes, playing with her phone, but Olivia doesn't come out of her room, making Yolande sigh impatiently as she looks at the circular clock on her left wrist.
"Goodness, it's almost nine o'clock already," mutters Yolande before she rises from the sofa and leaves the room without saying anything to Olivia.
No, Yolande isn't leaving Olivia and going alone, but she just wants to go out to the terrace of Olivia's house because she's too bored waiting for Olivia for quite a long time in the living room.
But when she reaches the doorstep to leave Olivia's house, she gets distracted by a package lying there.
Yolande didn't notice the package when she entered, but now she notices it lying there.
"Oliv's package? But why is it lying here?" Yolande mutters in confusion as she squats down to pick up the package.
"Doesn't Olivia know?" Yolande continues to mutter before she places the newly picked package on the table in the living room.
After that, Yolande continues her steps to the terrace of Olivia's house without realizing that the package she placed on the table is an unwanted package for Olivia.
To cut the story short, Yolande has been waiting for Olivia on the terrace of her house for about five minutes. And exactly six minutes later, Olivia comes out of the house looking around, maybe she thought Yolande had left.
"Aish! I thought you left me," says Olivia, who immediately pats Yolande's shoulder as she sits casually on the terrace chair.
"No, I intended to go with you," Yolande replies, standing up from her seat when she realizes that Olivia is really ready to go.
"Thank you for waiting for me for so long, sorry if you're annoyed because you waited too long, Yolan," says Olivia, who is immediately nodded by Yolande.
"Just chill, Oliv, it's the same with anyone, usually like this, right?" Yolande replies with a small chuckle.
Olivia scratches her non-itchy neck while grinning. "You're right," she agrees with what Yolande said. After all, it's true that she often takes a long time to get ready when she wants to go out with someone, and Yolande is the witness because she is one of the people who often travels with her, including charity events at various orphanages.
"Sorry, Yolande," Olivia continues, again nodded by Yolande.
"Yeah, Oliv, keep apologizing," Yolande replies before they both simultaneously get into Olivia's car. They will go to the orphanage by driving Olivia's car because she herself wants it since they often go driving Yolande's car, so Olivia thinks they should take turns.
"By the way, earlier I saw a package lying near the entrance of your house, then I put the package on the living room table, did you not notice the package?" Yolande opens the conversation topic when they are already inside the car.
Olivia, upon hearing it, immediately fell silent and pondered for a moment. "Ah, I forgot about that package," she thought to herself, feeling a bit annoyed because Olivia was somewhat afraid of receiving a package without a sender's name.
"I didn't realize the package was there, Yolan. So earlier, there was a package delivered by a courier without a sender's name, and I felt suspicious and didn't want to accept it. But the courier insisted on giving me the package, so I didn't take it, but the courier left it there himself when I was in a hurry to take a shower," explained Olivia at length in response to Yolande's brief question.
Yolande, upon hearing this, looked puzzled. "No sender's name? That's really suspicious, Oliv," she replied, agreeing with Olivia's feelings. If Yolande were in Olivia's position, she might be suspicious but would immediately open the package out of curiosity.
Meanwhile, Olivia didn't dare to open the package at all. She was too afraid that its contents might be dangerous or even a terror. That's what Olivia, who watched a lot of television, thought.
"Well, that's why I don't want to accept the package."
"But don't you want to open it? Aren't you curious?" Yolande asked.
Olivia shrugged. "I don't know, I'm fine, not that curious," she replied casually.
"What if I open it instead if you're scared, open it when we get back from the shelter, how about that?" said Yolande, offering without any disadvantage to her interlocutor.
"It's up to you, Yolande, I'm just afraid," Olivia replied without hesitation. Olivia didn't mind if her friend dared to do it.
"Okay."
Olivia's response ended their conversation because Olivia was already busy with her own world, playing with her phone while wearing earphones in both ears. Meanwhile, Yolande took the initiative to drive the car, even though Olivia had offered herself.
A few minutes later, their car arrived in front of a not-so-tall fence, which was part of the orphanage. Yolande immediately directed Olivia's car into the fairly spacious orphanage courtyard.
"You're not mistaken, it's an orphanage, right?" Olivia asked hesitantly, looking around. The orphanage seemed empty as if there were no charity events.
"No, Oliv, this is correct," replied Yolande, who was already very sure.
"But why is it so empty?" Olivia asked, furrowing her brow and scanning the orphanage area with her eyes.
"Who knows, maybe the people who have arrived are inside," Yolande's reply made sense.
Meanwhile, Olivia didn't respond. She checked her phone to look at the group containing the community, and Olivia and Yolande became two members among others.
"There, Oliv, that's the other car," said Yolande when they had entered the orphanage courtyard. And there were several cars neatly lined up, some of which Yolande and Olivia recognized because they belonged to members of the community they both followed.
"Oh, yeah, turns out you're not wrong," Olivia replied with a grin, making Yolande immediately glance at her friend with a sarcastic look.