How To Love You
THE ONLD 2

Plaque!

My eyes are perfectly round. Suddenly I hit his head using a microphone that was always in my grasp. 

You brash man. What kind of cheap woman am I? Unknown has been asked to warm on the bed.

"Why did you hit me, Miss?" tanyanya, while holding my punch marks. She must have been in pain because I hit her head hard enough. Fortunately, the microphone was not damaged.

"You deserve it. Do you think I'm a cheap girl? Fuckin." With annoyed feelings mixed with anger, I walked towards the stage, leaving the male brengs*k man who was still standing staring at my departure.

While walking towards the stage, I continued to drop the oath of absorbency for that brash man inwardly.

Had it not been in a public place, I would have beaten him to a pulp. Little by little, I also learned martial arts from my late father. So don't you dare mess with me. You met the wrong person.

And I am also the type of person who is very easily emotional. If it's very emotional, I don't hesitate to act rude. Don't think I'm a weak woman. My mother couldn't have let me wander to the capital if I couldn't take care of myself.

Meeting people like them was already predicted before I migrated to this big city.

I took my breath deep. Before I start singing again, I need to calm my mood first. Because if not, it will definitely affect my performance. I have to look professional, especially this is my first day at work. I don't want to be fired just because of those who have provoked my emotions.

After I sat down on a chair available on the stage, I saw the man who greeted me walk over to his master. After I saw him whispering near his master's ear, the man I had just learned that his name was Kaaran's master looked very angry. 

Before he left the cafe, he had a chance to hit the table and stared intently at me. Make the whole cafe surprised.

I can guess, she must be very angry that I rejected her. What a brash man, who is he? How dare he want to drop my pride.

"What's wrong with Mr Kaaran? It seems like he looks very angry," said Kak Yosi, the man in charge of accompanying my singing with the musical instrument he was playing.

"Sir Yosi, who the hell is Kaaran?" my question, curious about the figure of the brash man.

"You don't know who he is, Rania?"

I'm shaking.

"Mr Kaaran Dirga is the sole heir of Galaxy Group, the number 1 largest company in the country."

"Oh." I round my lips as the signs of understanding. It was fitting that he was so disrespectful, that he had everything. Huh! So arrogant.

"A beautiful girl like you should be careful when you meet her" she said, warning me.

"What's the matter, Brother Yosi?" my question, curious.

"Master Kaaran was famous for the nickname 'God of Love One Night'."

"God of love one night? What's that supposed?"

"Yes, her nickname has explained everything, don't you understand yet?"

I'm back to shaking. "Not understanding at all."

Brother Yosi laughed a little. "You are still so innocent."

Sis Yosi then explained everything to me, if the Kaaran master was a playboy who was always involved in bed scenes with different women every night. And he said again, the brengs*k man only enjoyed each opponent once. He never did 'it' more than once with the same person.

How many women has she slept with. If calculated, in just 1 week, he can fuck 7 different women. How about 1 month, 1 year, 2 years, and so on? Can you imagine how many women have been and will be harassed?

Fortunately I rejected it earlier, I almost became one of the many rows of women he had abused.

I wonder, that person is not afraid of getting infectious diseases sek****what? Why does he have such a bad hobby.

And I also had the chance to imagine one silly thing about that person. What if, for example, out of the 100 women he slept with, there were 10 women who managed to conceive their children, can you imagine how many children he will have later?

At least 2 years into the future, he must get an award from the Indonesian Record Museum (MURI) with the record-breaking man with the most children in the world.

I really hope, in the future, I hope I will not be reunited with the breng*ek man. Protect me, Lord.

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1 Week later, the restaurant.

That afternoon, Mr. Ronan, the manager at the restaurant where I worked, asked me to deliver customer orders to the VIP room. Usually it wasn't me who was in charge of delivering orders there, but the senior servants who were much more thorough and experienced than me at work.

"Why me, sir?"

"Because our customer wants you to bring this food to his table" replied Ronan.

"Eh?" I scratched my head in confusion. Who exactly is that customer? During the nearly 3 months of living in this city, I felt I still did not have many acquaintances other than my coworkers. Is it okay, Aditya, my boss at the cafe? I thought maybe it was him, because if it wasn't him, who else?

"Don't shut up, let's quickly bring this food. He's an important customer in our restaurant, lest you upset him. Understood?"

"Good, Sir. I understand." I nodded politely, then immediately brought the order to the VIP room number 7 where the important customer was located.

When I opened the door, I saw no one in there. I looked up to check the room number again to make sure I wasn't misplaced.

"Why is this the room, but where's the guy, huh?" muttered, while circulating my padangan up to the corners of the room.

"Ah, maybe the guy's out for a while. Yeah, he must be out." I also stepped my foot into the room, then arranged a plate containing the customer's ordered food menu neatly on the table.

From the number of menu plates I arranged, it seemed like the one who ordered the food in this room was only one person. Why order food in the VIP room if you only want to eat alone, it is better to eat at the table out there, which is certainly much more efficient.

Oh, I know, maybe he's the introverted kind of guy, he likes to be alone. So he chose a place like this so that he could eat with a calm and peaceful atmosphere. Away from the crowds and noises that other visitors may be able to make.

But still, this is called waste. He must not know what it feels like to bother looking for money, so he is very wasteful.

After finishing the food and drinks very neatly on the table, I decided to go back to the kitchen. 

But when I turned around, I was suddenly startled by a man standing leaning against the tightly closed door. 

"Geez!" I held my chest in surprise.

I don't know since when the door was closed? I didn't even notice it at all. 

The man stood up while folding his hands in front of his chest and then next to his feet he lifted up and set off at the door.

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