First Woman President
Episode 12's

Ken accelerated his pace. His gaze combed every corner of the restaurant. What was sought was not found. Ken searched the lobby of the restaurant, but still couldn't find it. Finally his eyes saw a person with a bag and a keychain with the letter "K" wearing his suit getting into the car. Ken tried to catch up to him, but the car was already running away.

***

Ken breathed his breath rough. He turned around to go back to his room. His mind was piqued by the thing he had just seen. A keychain in the shape of the letter "K".

"It feels like it's pretty familiar to me. Ahh, I don't know!", he muttered as he walked.

Ken continued his meeting again with a messy concentration. Time and again his client was made tense. Because Ken always seems dissatisfied with the results of their presentations. Mood Ken was bad at the time.

The meeting ended within 3 hours. Long enough time to drain sweat and adrenaline for his clients. They came out at the same time.

"Thank you for the time, President Ken" said Mr. Bayu. Then he and his secretary, Dila slightly bowed in salute.

"Ehmm. Han you take care of the rest" said Ken briefly with his flat gaze. And then it just passed.

"All right, I'm saying goodbye. Hope our cooperation goes well. If anyone wants to be reported please contact me", said Han and move following Ken who had gone first.

Mr. Bayu and Dila smiled to see the departure of 2 people with low temperatures surrounding their bodies. Those who are close to him will feel pressure.

"Huh! Finally", Mr. Bayu breathed a sigh of relief. Then he and Dila also stepped away from the restaurant.

***

By evening, the sky had turned into an orange sea. A car entered the gate of the luxurious mansion.

The driver got out of the car and opened the door in the passenger seat, and Krystal came out of it with her elegance. Manager Felix also got out of the car and approached Krystal.

"All right, I'm leaving now. Don't forget tomorrow we'll have a shoot for N beauty product commercials. Tomorrow I'll pick you up at 8 a.m. When I come, you have to be ready, understand!", Felix's manager said as he typed in his set of artists' schedules tomorrow.

"Alright, alright! You are so chatty. Already, go there go! I'm dizzy to hear you talk" Krystal said, pushing Felix's manager into the car.

"Hey, you're this! I'm not done explaining your schedule tomorrow" said Felix's manager, whose body Krystal had forced.

"Already, already! You can explain tomorrow. I'm so tired. I want to take a shower now" he said, waving his hand and passing inside.

Manager Felix breathed a rough sigh while shaking his head. Always inexhaustible with the behavior of the artist arbitrarily. The car left the residence.

Krystal went straight to her room. Room with pink shades and girly theme. He threw his bag of origin and then entered the bathroom. Before long he came out using a pajama towel with a fresher condition. She got into her fairly spacious walking closet and grabbed a home dress.

Krystal came down the stairs with the dress she had taken. He went to the dinner table to have dinner with his father. But he found the place empty, there was no one. Finally, he decided to go to the reading room. Exactly, his papa looks still struggling with his laptop.

"Pa, let's have dinner first!", take Krystal as she steps into her papa's reading room. He stood in front of his desk.

"Eemm", replied Mr. Bram briefly. He seemed to be focusing on the square object in front of him.

Krystal stepped onto the sofa not far from her papa's desk. He sat himself there. "Well, I'll wait for papa here" he said, then picked up a magazine and read it.

"Eemm, 10 minutes to go" said Mr. Bram.

"Pa, what exactly was the contents of the envelope I gave my uncle this afternoon?", he asked excitedly.

Mr. Bram stopped his activities for a moment and then turned his eyes to Krystal. "You don't need to know. That's for your future" he said seriously. And he resumed his work.

"Pllakk", Krystal closed the magazine she read aloud."Papa, don't you know what I want" he said sulking.

"My future just wants to be Wiratmadja's young mistress, pa", she added then she stepped towards her papa.

"It takes time and opportunity, son to make you a young mistress there. Papa is currently designing an opportunity for you. Be patient" explained Mr. Bram.

"Really, pa?!", Krystal looked excited.

Mr. Bram flicked his work and closed the square flat object. He looked at his daughter. "For my daughter I'll make an opportunity for the future you want, son".

"You are my best papa" Krystal said, hugging the father who was still sitting in his chair. They also smile together. But this time Mr. Bram's smile turned into a sly smile. He grins creepily. It was like a grand plan had been etched into his mind.

"Alright, let's have dinner first", take her later. She and Krystal stepped out of the reading room towards the dining table.

***

Night had been welcomed, the wind gently stroking the leaves. In a luxurious manion with European style, the atmosphere is so quiet as there is no life in it. There was only the sound of water gurgling from the bathroom in one of the rooms upstairs.

Room with dominant masculine shades of black, white and gray. From the bathroom, there was water falling from the shower. Someone is refreshing in there.

A tall man came out with a pajama towel wrapped in his stocky body. One more hand held a small towel rubbed on his head to dry his hair.

Ken sat himself on the edge of the window facing his courtyard. He threw the towel on the sofa. He walked in towards the walking closet and came out again in black long sleeping pants and bare-chested. A few blocks of light are plastered there. Her still slightly wet hair dripped a few drops of water on her field chest. What a pleasant sight for the women.

He sat down again at the window. Now his hand was holding a cigarette and lighting it. Smoke came out the window. His gaze swept around his seemingly desolate courtyard. But his mind was piqued by the woman who hit him earlier in the restaurant.

"His eyes", he murmured softly.

"What am I thinking?! Just this time my attention was seized by a woman" he said, rubbing his face rough. Exhaled again cigarette smoke out the window, trying to expel fatigue.

His mind suddenly recalled the cupu-dressed woman he had met at the minimarket and nightclub. The two women disturb Ken's mind.

"Shit!", Ken swore annoyed. He switched off his cigarette and threw the cigarette butt out the window with the origin.

"This is the first time a woman has disturbed my mind. But why directly 2 people. 1 alone is enough to irritate me, let alone 2", grumbled later.

Ken threw his body on his super-softer king-size bed. His eyes glared towards the ceiling of his room. There are 2 women pictured there. The one woman he met this afternoon, the other Ana the cupu.

Ken took a peek at the picture of their faces on the ceiling. Ken compared their height, their body size. Everything looks the same. "It may just be a coincidence" he said.

Then he seemed to find something. "His eyes, yes their eyes are the same", muttered Ken smiling sumringah. Drowsiness defeated him and he fell asleep by bringing 2 images of women who interfere with his mind into a dream.