FORCED CHEATING
FLASHBACKS

That day, that day,

When Mirza set foot in the capital, the first place he went to was the representative office of Delta Cruise Indonesia. Going sailing may be the right choice at that time, but unfortunately Delta Cruise will only return to sailing two months later.

Pensively alone in the office lobby, his backpack he left lying near his feet. Mirza was too busy with her chaotic mind. Guilt raged in his mind, at that moment he was a real coward. Run away from problems without being able to solve them.

Someone was already standing right in front of him without Mirza noticing.

“You look not so well,” greetings baritone voice made Mirza look up at him.

“Doctor Steave?” can't hide his surprise, stand up and lend a hand, “Oh, so glade to see you.”

“Glad to see you too,” doctor Steave replied with a short hug and a friendly smile. “What brings you here?” said Steave doctor then who successfully made Mirza shocked for the second time.

“Doctor can speak Indonesian?” even back to asking.

“Lumayan,” small smile.

“Since when? Oh, I mean –I never knew a doctor could speak Indonesian,” Mirza grinned awkwardly herself.

“Hem, how about we chat over coffee?” berinisitif invites to a small cafe right next to the representative office of Delta Cruise.

There is no reason for Mirza to refuse, the two of them are now sitting opposite each other like a pair of old friends who just met (Some who still remember the same dr.Steave? forgot huh? haha... yes come on, just forget about 😂😂😂 ).

“So, are you planning to go sailing again?” steave's doctor asked after two short cups of machiatto were presented before them.

Not answering immediately, he breathed a long breath. “Actually it's the last choice,” sigh Mirza later.

The distinctive aroma of short machiatto loosens the nerves, doctor Steve sip it full of solemnity. “I have good news if you need a job,”.

Instantly enforce his sitting position, “doctor seriously?”

“Do I look like I'm lying?” the doctor, who is almost half a century old, put on a really serious look. “A friend of mine who served at the Heart Hospital said her patient needed a personal nurse –“

“I'm willing,” cut Mirza enthusiast.

“But there are a few things you should probably consider first,” grabbed his cup to sip the contents back.

“What is it?”

“The patient has twice changed private nurse,”

This time Mirza took his drink which he had ignored.

“He's a wealthy businessman who wants everything to be perfect,” continued Dr. Steave.

“I have never had any problems with my work during this time,” Mirza assured.

“Ok, then you can send your CV via my email, after that you will wait for a call to interview.”

“Interview?” mirza was a little surprised.

“Yes, they're going to annex you. Perfection is everything to them.”

Mirza just nodded. Half an hour later they separated.

Mirza rented a simple inn not far from the Delta Cruise representative office. After changing his phone's sim card, he sent the CV as requested by Steave's doctor.

Two days into the wait, and Mirza doesn't know what she'd do if she didn't get the job. The worry of returning to his family came to mind. Mirza remembered Via –sang wife who was certainly very sad and disappointed in her decision to leave her just like that. Also to little Nala. A cute and beautiful baby who has just turned 40 days into the world.

So, does Mirza also remember her mother?

Of course, Marimar. No matter how irritated she was to her mother, Mirza always tried to show her baktinya, yes although sometimes not appreciated as well.

Silently staring at the ceiling of the room, trying to close both eyes in fatigue. His heart hopes that this departure can hopefully be a lesson for his beloved mother. Mirza prayed that when she returned one day, her mother would change for the better.

Ting!

One notification of an incoming message made him open his eyes.

It was from Steave's doctor, he told me this afternoon that Mirza could do her intervention at an address written in the message.

A smile of relief expands perfectly, not wanting to come too late, Mirza immediately prepared.

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Fix it! This is not a house, but a palace. Inner Mirza with a look of amazement looked at the luxurious building again magnificent in front of him. He stuttered when a security approached him.

“Sorry, Sir. Can I help you?” security is solid until it repeats its question.

“Oh, emh –aku, I have an interview appointment,” Mirza took her phone rather nervously and showed the Steave doctor a message to the security.

The security nodded then grabbed his Handy Talky, leaving a few steps he appeared to talk to HT with someone. Mirza waited a while.

“Okay, come with me, Tuan” said security later.

Another security man opened the gate high soaring then asked Mirza to take out her identity card and check Mirza and her backpack with a garret aka handheld metal detector.

“Astaghfirullah, gini really want to enter the house of the rich? Think I brought what bomb?” had grumbled in the heart to get such an examination.

“Please, Sir,” the security please after completing the task.

From the gate to the terrace of the luxurious palace that Mirza did not wrong estimate, maybe the distance is almost half a kilo meter, wkwkwk 😂😂 –saking the breadth of the magnificent palace courtyard.

Along her feet stepped, Mirza unceasingly muttered in astonishment. Perhaps his house is the most beautiful and luxurious house in his village, may be the home page of Haji Barkah is the most spacious home sekecamatan, but all of that is nothing compared to all the splendor of the palace where it stands now.

“Please enter, Sir,” a male servant opens the door and bends politely at Mirza.

Mirza had gawked for a moment, all of his time he was welcomed.

“Let's come with me, Mr. Gerald is waiting for you,” said the waiter again.

“Oh, so the name of the rich businessman is Mr Gerald?” more and more curious about the figure of the master businessman who owns this palace.

“Please wait a moment, Sir,” the waiter invited Mirza to sit in a living room dominated by a luxurious gold atmosphere. Not wanting to look tacky, MIrza smilingly nodded politely even in her heart with all the amazement before her. “Mr Gerald will be here soon,” continued the waiter then leave Mirza.

Not long after, a tall man walked over. From the appearance of wearing a white shirt wrapped neatly in a black suit, Mirza believes this is Mr. Gerald the wealthy businessman. Although Mirza was a little surprised to see Gerald look very healthy, - unlike the Steave doctor told her, Mirza stood up to greet him as well.

“Nothing, nice to meet you Sir,” welcome Mirza to shake Gerald's hand tightly.

“Please sit down,” Gerald welcome.

A maid came with a tray of two cups of gahwa tea and invited her to Mirza and left.

“I've read your CV, Mr. Mirza Mahendra,” Gerald said with his firm face. “And the Great Lord has approved you to work treating him during his healing time.”

Did he say that? Grand Master? So really, it's not Mr Gerald who's sick anymore? Then isn't he also the rich businessman's master? there are still more masters in this palace?

“Oh, I'm sorry I forgot to introduce myself,” Gerald speech trimming the inner Mirza who was busy mengedumel “I Gerald, butler here. You can ask for help from me or all the maids here if there is anything you need during taking care of the Great Lord."

Quickly nodded because he had obtained an explanation that made him bright now.

“You will be responsible for the health of the Great Lord, the doctor came twice a week here to check the health development of the Great Lord. For the list of drugs and foods that doctors have prepared every day, you just need to make sure everything goes well so that the Big Master quickly recovers,”, said Gerald explained.

“Good, I understand.”

“If it is clear and there is nothing to ask, I will take you to your room to rest. We meet again after lunch, you will find the Great Lord in his private room.”

Mirza nodded in understanding, then she followed Gerald who took him to the second floor to the room reserved for her.

Is the interview just that? Mirza smiled inwardly.

Still standing in the bedroom doorway after Gerald left. Mirza scanned the entire room, a room that was twice the size of her bedroom in her luxurious house that looked very comfortable and neat. Slowly he stepped foot, with all his awareness he said that this is where he is now. At least this was a safe place for him to escape from his life's troubles.

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A few days passed, now almost a week Mirza works to take care of the Great Lord who just yesterday he knew was named Mr. Alatas.

“Mr Mirza, can we talk to you for a minute?” Gerald stops Mirza from leaving Mr. Alatas' private room.

“Ya, what's up?” Mirza was a little surprised.

“Begini, Mr –“

“Emh, sorry Sir. I'll cut it off for a second, may I ask you not to call me Master? I feel uncomfortable,” Mirza frankly, because he feels strange to himself with that name.

“Good, then you call me Gerald.”

“So?” Mirza smile.

“Yes, it does sound better.” Gerald's raut always looked serious. “Good, Mirza.so I want to ask you –oh, meaning to ask you to talk to the Big Master to go to therapy this weekend.”

Digest briefly sentence Gerald, “go therapy?” tanyanya doubt.

“Yes, doctor Janson suggested a good therapy for his heart health. But the Big Lord never wanted to do it.”

“Why didn't you just ask for it? Isn't –“

“You're his personal nurse? Everything related to his health is your responsibility, I once said that right?” Gerald was half pushy.

“Ya, okay. I will try,” Mirza finally relented even though her heart was not sure enough to succeed because for almost a week she took care of Mr. Alatas, they had never chatted. Mr. Alatas is a very irritable person to speak, Mirza said. He only spoke as necessary, never more than three words, like; no need, I know, you can go. And it was spoken with a flat countenance without expression.

“Thank you,” said Gerald then go first.

Mirza continued her steps to meet the waiter in charge of preparing the food, there was a change of menu from doctor Janson to the list of Mr. Alatas' food starting tomorrow morning. His steps stopped when he met Rinara who had just come out of a room with several large figures assisted by two male servants.

“Excuse me, Sir,” Rinara nodded politely.

Mirza was silent for a moment, she saw a pair of faces that felt familiar to her in the large figura photo carried by the two male servants who passed in front of her.

“Wait a minute,” said Mirza then approached to make sure.

“Ya, what's up Mr?” Ask Rinara.

“It -?” Mirza pointed at the big figura.

“The Great Lord told us to tidy up all the belongings of the Young Master and his wife because they no longer live here,” Rinara said.

“Young Master?” wonder not to believe.

“Iya, Mr Ram only son Big master.”

Stuck in his place without a word.

So Mr Alatas is Ramzi's father? Sofi's in-laws? God, why is the world so narrow?

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