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It was five in the morning when I started getting ready to go to my office on this Sunday. I know Tasya, my daughter will be very disappointed in me. Because on holidays, I can't keep her company.

Usually we always take time together to go to the playground during holidays. But now that Tasya is seven years old, he can definitely understand that his mother cannot go with him today. And this only happens once a year.

Tasya was also happy to know that I won the gold medal for two years in a row.

AJ Foods, where I work, always holds awards events for outstanding employees in each section. Some gold medals are awarded to employees who successfully meet the targets set by the company. I hope this year I can win the gold medal again.

I saw Mas Alvian, my husband, still sleeping in bed. We've been married for eight years. And I'm happy to have a husband who supports my career.

Mas Alvian is a public figure or commonly called an artist, or celebrity. But in recent years, he was a vacuum from the world of entertainment and prefer the world of politics, according to the level of education he took.

He tried to get in to take a seat as a board member. Because he always supported me in my career, of course I also supported him to take the steering wheel into politics. Although I feel, being a politician spends more money than when becoming a celebrity.

I saw Mas Alvian starting to squirm. I think he's starting to wake up. I saw Mas Alvian slowly starting to open his eyes. While opening her eyes, she asked me.

"It's still morning, Cil. Why are you so neat? Where are you going?"

From the front of the dresser I answered.

"Did you forget? Today there's an annual awards show in my office. You promised to come."

Alvian looks confused.

"Why? Do you have a show today?" my many.

"It seems like nothing. I'll confirm to Shasha first. What time is the show?"

"It's nine in the morning, but I'm gonna drop by Jimmy's boutique to pick up the clothes I ordered for today. I think you better come. There were a lot of reporters coming. And for this year, Mr. Adi Jaya could finally come to give the medal directly. Pray for me yes. I hope I get another medal this year."

"Yes, I'm sure you'll make it. Have you said goodbye to Tasya? She's sad that you left her on the day off."

"Before leaving I will see him." I replied with a smile to Mas Alvian.

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At six o'clock in the morning, I've reached my best friend Jimmy's boutique. And there I met Hana and Amel, my office mates and best friends.

Amel is a jolly figure and is good at tongue-licking. He doesn't like to talk. He is known to be the bravest in the office. Dare to voice his heart in front of Pak Adi Jaya. While me? I dare not deny any orders of Mr. Adi Jaya even though my heart wants to rebel.

One of the most distinctive things about Amel. Amel never got away from his gadget. I think it's exceeded the reasonable limit. He always keeps up with news on gossip accounts.

Fortunately, during this time, Mas Alvian and I rarely entered gossip shows on television. I always keep our family's privacy, so that it's not always highlighted by the media. Tasya is too small for media exposure.

I greet Jimmy who was busy pacing back and forth arranging the clothes ordered for today's event. It wasn't just the three of us who ordered at Jimmy's boutique.

I'm grateful that Jimmy is independent now. The first time I knew him, when I came to the Mas Alvian family orphanage. The Mas Alvian family has several social foundations in its hometown, Surakarta.

When I asked him what he had. He said he wanted to be a designer. Mas Alvian and I decided to help Jimmy realize his dream of becoming a designer.

And now I'm proud to see Jimmy have his own boutique. He is among the top designers in the city.

"Hows it? You like his shirt?" ask Jimmy to me when I'm out of the fitting room.

"I like him a lot. Thank you so much." I hugged Jimmy. "Where are Mel and Hana?"

"They're in the make-up room. You didn't apply makeup?"

"no need. You know I don't really like putting my makeup on. I've been dressing up thinly at home."

"After all, you are already beautiful even if you only wear thin makeup. Oh yeah, I heard that the only son of AJ Group owner will return to Indonesia, is that true?"

"Who told you? Amel?"

"Who else? Only Amel's loyal followers lambe-lambe's account in this town."

With his usual wooden style, I could always be made to laugh by Jimmy.

"My ears are itchy! Looks like someone's talking about me in the back!" Amel came up to me and Jimmy with his trademark grinning smile.

"The gossip mongrel has arrived!" jimmy Goda.

"Jim, if you want to know about the latest news in town, ask me! Don't ask Cecil. He is by no means a loyal follower of any gossip account."

I'm right, I don't really follow the progress of social media. Because I don't like interfering in other people's lives.

And finally, Amel and Jimmy were busy discussing the arrival of Rangga. Heir of AJ Group and AJ Foods, who will return to Indonesia today.

Amel greatly admired Rangga. He also became a loyal follower of Rangga's account on Instagram. I never cared who Amel liked. But somehow I started to worry since the news about Rangga's return is true.

I have known Rangga in the past. And I began to worry with Amel's excessive admiration for Rangga.

Rangga does look like the perfect prince. Handsome, rich, accomplished, but songong (in my opinion).

All women will be fascinated when they first meet him. The image he had built was absolutely perfect.

But behind all that perfection, I know it's just a mask.

I know who Rangga really is. I knew him ten years ago.

Want to explain to Amel, if Rangga is not as he imagined. I was afraid Amel was disappointed after meeting Rangga in person. As long as I know all kinds of men, only men like Rangga have never wanted to meet.

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