I Don'T Want To Be Cinderella #1
18. The girl who was my heart

The girl who was my heart

“Kak Kirana, his girlfriend's coffee shop employee huh? Or maybe you have her?” I just smiled at Shanty's question. “Enak really, every day can be delivered coffee same cake. What's the cake this time, brother? Wow, red velvet!”

“Everything has a girlfriend, Shan, let someone send food too,” I said while sipping the late coffee that Caraka sent.

Caraka did keep her promise, she never did anything strange again like in the cafeteria. But every day he sent coffee and cake made all my colleagues become curious who the sender of this coffee. Because all this time they never had me with men .. They do not know if the man who sometimes lift one with them, or the man who became the object of their genitals was my lover, hahaha.

Kirana: Thank you for coffee n cake .. love it! (Thanks for the coffee and the cake, I really like it.)

Boss Sir: Anytime, Honey. (When, dear)

Boss sir: Don't forget tomorrow I'll pick you up at 10.

Kirana : Ready.

Boss Sir: See you .. love you. (See you later .. I love you).

I smile shyly every time I read her messages that always end the sentence ... love you, Honey.

This is the fate of having a lover who is already pro in a relationship, he always knows how to treat us very well ..he really is like a Prince who treats me like a Princess. It's a lie that I say I don't like to be treated that well by a man, but I also didn't like the attention too much and fortunately because he already knew me enough so his attention always managed to make me blush embarrassed even laugh out loud.

Caraka knows that I prefer small attention to overflow with material that only makes me feel claustrophobic and eventually a burden. He never invited me to eat in places where the food looks very beautiful, but the contents are a little at exorbitant prices because of the results of famous chef ingredients! I prefer to eat in ordinary places, the price of which is still reasonable, with many portions and which definitely makes you full. He also never bought me branded items because he knew I preferred something I wore for comfort, not because of the brand.

But about tomorrow it seems like I should think about my appearance, considering he said he would invite me to meet his friends. Ok! I don't need branded clothes, but at least I shouldn't embarrass a Caraka Continent.

As a result, I had to be willing to spend money with nominal almost reached my salary a month to buy clothes, shoes and bags. The biggest nominees I spend on are just buying clothes.

“It's okay, Na, let's just say it's an investment for your future with Caraka,” said Siska to give me encouragement after seeing the amount I have to spend. “Important, later do not let you make Caraka ashamed, anyway you must be ready for combat!”

I nodded in agreement with Siska's words. From morning I've been prepping in front of the glass trying to make over myself. Because the show is daytime so I only wear thin makeup and natural impressed, my hair let unravel without any decoration.

For the dress, I decided to wear a knee-length floral dress with light blue ¾ sleeves with a simple cut with a thin material that felt soft and comfortable. And my footwear decided to wear a simple 5 cm tall white strap ankle, and a white clutch bag complemented my appearance today.

Okay fine! I'm ready to fight! With a heart that dag dig dug der, I waited for Caraka and at exactly 10 he finally came. A while he just fell silent looking at me makes me go awry, did I get the wrong costume? But it doesn't seem to. And either by chance or what, Caraka was also wearing a sky blue shirt that was a little old of the color of my dress.

“Beautiful,” he said made me look at him who was still watching me. “Very much.”

“Hahaha, stop praising me.” I shook my head before finally saying goodbye to Mamah and we went to the Sentul area.

“Driving it facing front instead of side facing.”

“You are so beautiful.” Again he praised me making me laugh while shaking my head.

Along the way whenever there was a chance he would glance at me with a wide smile, completely embarrassing me.

“Just you can not dance like this if not with me .. danger if gini how.”

I was surprised to hear his possessiveness made me laugh.

“I'm serious, honey, don't ever dance with me again, okay?!”

“Iya.”

“Hahaha .. good girl.”

Currently we have gone outside the Sentul toll road, passing IKEA, AEON Mall, Jabal Nur Grand Mosque which looks magnificent, before finally turning the direction to Jl. Sentul Hill, Cijayanti. Seen a signboard, ‘Situ Kameumeut’, with fish logo next to the writing.

Wreaths lined up along the entrance as congratulations on the opening of the sundanese restaurant. I read some names of famous people among the flower senders.

“He said party, why even the opening of the restaurant?”

“It's also the same party.”

“Know this I don't need to wear dresses all.”

“Hahahaha.” Caraka shuts down the car engine after parking. “Not only are you wearing a dress .. but surely you are the most beautiful.”

With a big smile Caraka stuck out her hand which I immediately greeted. While holding hands we began to enter the two-story building around which was walled glass, visible from outside the room was already starting to be full by visitors. Caraka was right, I was not the only one wearing a dress, maybe even my simplest dress compared to their dresses that looked very elegant.

“Eeeh, the new casep is coming!” exclaimed a middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful very kindly when she saw us enter.

“Iya sorry, Aunt, just picked up the Madam candidate, so a little late,” said caraka made me look at her with round eyes.

“This is the candidate?” The woman was now looking at me with sparkling eyes making me smile embarrassedly. “Euleuh meni geulis gini! (Excellent beauty) Pinter Kakang mah nyari prospective tea meni geulis gini.”

I smiled shyly as I extended my hand to introduce myself, and it turned out that this friendly woman in front of me was the host.

“You are sorry for not being able to attend.”

“Iya, teu nanaon (it's okay) last night your mom has contacted Auntie, she said she wants to go to Bandung nengokin Leta.”

Caraka nodded in response. “Which others are the same, Aunt?” Caraka's eyes were seen combing the room.

“There are still in handap (below) the same as others.”

After the pamiti with the very friendly host, Caraka took me out of the room and then downstairs using the stairs. Different atmosphere began to feel, compared to the indoor that seemed luxurious, outdoor feels more refreshing for me. The wind that blows, the lake that stretches, floating huts made of bamboo in the wake along the edge of the lake that has now been filled by guests. A floating wooden terrace jutting towards Danah where there are tables complete with large umbrellas in maroon to protect from the scorching sun. At the end of the terrace there is a floating stage where live music is entertaining guests with songs that are hits.

“Ka!” An exclamation made us look towards the three men who were standing not far from the guardrail.

Caraka embraces my waist leading me towards those who are now watching us, or rather watching me. Waitaminute! Not only three men, but also a group of women standing not far from the men are now watching me, and I seem to know one of them? I've seen it like before, but where? Aaah, I completely forgot!

“Finally, go public also lo!” exclaim the man with dimples and slightly shaggy hair.

“Hahaha .. want the hell from yesterday-yesterday go public, but to convince him this is more difficult than acquiring the company,” said Caraka made the men laugh, while I just smiled shyly.

“So do you still want to open a branch in every city?” The sturdy man asked with his bass voice making Caraka laugh while stroking my hair before embracing me.

“Now just center one, as long as it is sturdy do not go bankrupt and out of business.”

“Hahaha .. apparently already met her handler she.”

“Hahaha.”

“Kalatin, these are my friends from childhood ... This is Abiseka, we usually call Abi, his son host.” Caraka introduced me to the dimpled man. “This one, our prospective General .. Tama, he is on duty in Surabaya .. well first if we are caught because of brawl or wild race, his father Tama is helping us, so we can, before finally punishing us personally.”

They all laughed remembering the past.

“Gue, never join bawuran ya ... lo-lo on this that makes Bokap I trouble.”

“Hahaha .. there is also a good thing you used to enter Pemuda Nusantara, at least if now we are ticketed just use the name lo so freely do not need to use the name bokap lo again.”

“Sialan.”

“Hahaha.”

“Nah, this one's Askara, he's a candidate for Attorney General.”

Waw! The circle of extraordinary friends, successful young businessmen, the prospective General, the prospective Attorney General, and I don't know what Abi is a candidate for, but it certainly seems like he is not a random person either. It is like Cinderella being introduced to the Princes of a neighboring country.

“Guys, knowin ... This is Kirana Az Zahra, the girl who stole my heart.” (Women who have stolen my heart).

There are still many Princes out there who may be much more everything, but only one Prince makes my immunity plunge, and finally spread the white flag surrender over the charm of the Prince, and he is … Caraka Continent, The Prince who is my heart.

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Hii ...

Thanks to Mbak Shepinasera who has loaned his Tama to play here .. according to my promise yes, Mbak Sera, insyaallah the other one following 😁 again trying to find the gap first 🤭

Um! Ready to meet Mamu Peri tomorrow? 🤣🤣🤣

Note :

Acquisition : Company takeover.

Situ : Lake (B. Sundanese)