I Don'T Want To Be Cinderella #1
3. Prince, Coffee, and Star

On the sixth day, Mr. Takeda, a potential investor and team, came to Takengon to see the location of the resort, putting us on a project all day. Presenting directly in the field about what we will build there, and ending with the signing of a letter of cooperation and investment between Caraka Continental Mahesa and Mr. Takeda.

Day six was important, but it was also our last day in Aceh, which means tomorrow we will go back to Jakarta, back to the routine as before, return to Kirana Az Zahra the receptionist and Caraka Continent the Director.

“Ah, it feels between happy and sad also tomorrow we return to Jakarta.”

“Sad why?”

“Because can no longer enjoy the sunrise on the hill behind the hotel, can no longer enjoy the cold and fresh air, can no longer enjoy the sunset while enjoying a cup of gayo coffee, not—”

“Can't be accompanied by a handsome man who adds all that atmosphere into memorable.”

I looked at him while laughing in disbelief with his high confidence.

“Hahaha .. seems very lucky yes I am,” my thoughts make him smile.

“Very lucky,” he said while sipping thick black coffee.

We had just finished dinner and as usual, after dinner we would sit on the balcony of the hotel room enjoying the breeze, befriending a cup of coffee and a view of the star-studded Takengon night sky.

Don't think things out! He sat on the balcony of his room and I sat on the balcony of my room. Didn't I tell you that our room is next door? So every night of the week we would sit like this and tell you anything.

“You still want to be friends with me right after we return to Jakarta?” She was currently leaning against the balcony railing facing me sitting on the rattan chair on the balcony.

We were silent for a while with eyes locked together before I nodded with a smile making her smile.

“And one more, outside of working hours please don't call me, Father, I'm too young to be your father, and don't call the Boss. Remember outside of work hours we are friends!”

“Hahaha, Habit, Bos.”

“Tell me you've been friends, so just call Caraka, or Continent like the others.”

I was silent thinking about her suggestion then grimaced while shaking my head.

“Why?”

“Bos, our age is not a year two years, but the Boss was SD when I was beautifully born into the world, so it is not polite to call the name.”

He fell silent then nodded while smiling ignorantly. “Then call Brother? Don't be a rich siomay man. The sister? Do not get rich SPG in malls. Aa? Hmmm, later thought Aa Gym's men. Mas's? Ah, too common.”

“Hahaha, so what do you want to call dong?”

“What yes?” He seemed to think seriously making me smile at him.

“Honey? The babe? Or Honey can also.”

“Hahahaha ..” I laughed out loud hearing it. “Or like an SD kid now who calls him Daddy-Mother?”

“Boleh, let's not lose to SD.” children

“Hahahaha .. iiih, ticklish.” I shudder at the thought of the affectionate call of today's children. In the past when SD boro-boro knew the father-mother, father-bunda, who had such an age still like to play cooking while messing with Mamah furniture.

He laughed before we went back to enjoying the cold coffee.

“Tell me about your family?”

“I've already told you, it's the turn of Boss dong that story.”

“Nothing interesting about my family.”

“Bos is right, I have often read it in magazines or watched on TV, and it seems to have been khatam also time to read the company profile.” He glorified while exhaling cigarette smoke. “Then the story about the teenage years Boss only.”

“Adolescence? Nothing interesting about my teenage years.” He looked at me with a smile with his eyes looking bright. “Timing teenagers can be said I was wayward.”

“Bos, recalcitrant? Seriously?” I can't believe I'm looking at him laughing.

“Yes, from the start of the wild race, brawl, I've done.”

“Serious?” I still can't believe it.

“Hahaha, seriously, keep thinking I was a rich teenager how?”

“Ya .. types of smart sausage leaders, beloved teachers so.”

“Hahaha, the teachers are really upset. If it wasn't for me donating the most Olympic medals and my father not being one of the biggest donors, the school would've gotten me out a long time ago

“Hahaha, unimaginable.”

“I used to be a real son of a bitch, arrested by the police several times for a wild race, but I didn't care because I knew my parents would release me back no matter what I did wrong, so yeah … that's so. His name is also a child who lacks attention from his parents, so yes, how do I seek attention even in the wrong way.”

I was silent listening to him who smiled wryly while smoking a cigarette and then exhaled his smoke slowly.

“From childhood my life has been arranged. Friends with whom, later school where, college majors what, really prepared to continue the family business, until .. married to whom.”

He fell silent again, his eyes now staring at the star-studded night sky more than I used to see in the Capital City sky.

“Because I know my life has been arranged that I can live arbitrarily because I know parents will not be able to let their plans fall apart .. sliced right?”

I fell silent and just smiled, knowing it wasn't a question, but a statement he made himself.

“I even just learned religion when I went to college outside. At that time there was a friend from Germany, he was very happy when he found out I was from Indonesia with the largest Muslim majority in the world. He asked if I was Muslim? I answered yes, because based on ID card I am Muslim, although I rarely pray let alone njai. His eyes sparkled when he found out that I was a Muslim, without hesitation he hugged me and said that I was his brother, after that day he followed me wherever I went hoping to learn Islam more than me, but in terms of faith I think he is better than me. He is more diligent in prayer than I am, more familiar with hijaiyah than I am.”

He paused for a second to smoke his cigarette back.

“I said honestly that my religious knowledge is still very low there is nothing I can teach him. He was silent, but then smiled while saying then we studied religion together, so that's where I started learning about islam.”

I smiled hearing the story.

“The father came not knowing when and where. The direction is God's for people who really want to change and the Boss is one of them. Maybe if the friend of the Boss who is German was ngajaknya when the Boss was still in High School, the Germans were even taught to bawuran or wild race.”

“Hahaha.” He laughed while nodding his head.

“God knows the exact time when the Boss is thought to be ready to change, so that's when God sends down His guidance. All there is a time, Boss, a really good time.”

He nodded his head while sipping his coffee.

“Bos, sorry yes, Boss, if I'm not polite, but I'm curious, Boss knows for myself that I'm curious I can't help it.”

“Not so far you have been disrespectful.”

“Hahaha, you are the most brash employee I know.”

“Ckkk, not brash, Boss, but honest ... If others will be fine, you might be afraid of the same Boss, or want to lick the Boss.”

“Indeed you are not afraid?”

“If I am not wrong why afraid, Boss is a good person.”

“Well, that's you just licked me.”

“Hahaha, not licking, Boss, but honest.”

He laughed while shaking his head. “You want what?”

I hesitated for a moment, but I couldn't stand it anymore I was really curious!

“Bos, know if the Boss has been betrothed from the first?”

He's exalting. “Know,” answered while looking at me.

“Keep if you know why the boss is dating another woman? Boss fiance is not angry so see Boss with other women?”

“I don't know who I'm betrothed to. Big Boss used to say, I can date other women as long as it is not serious because he will find a woman who will be my wife later, that's why I deliberately relate to many women hoping that whoever is betrothed to me will find out that I'm a jerk so he decides on this matchmaking.”

“Dan ... does the plan work?”

He grimaced while shaking. “No, my own fault actually has such an amazing charm so women can't refuse me even if I'm a jerk though.”

“Hahaha.”

“Except you, Kirana Az-Zahra, you are the first woman who is not affected by my charm.”

“Hahaha.” I laughed again while nodding. “It shows that the Boss' charm is not as shaky as the Boss thought.”

“Ckk ... You made my confidence go down.”

“Hahaha, good to let the Boss not be too narcissistic.”

He clucked while igniting his second cigarette. “So tell me what makes you immune to my charms?”

I laughed again while shaking my head. God, why is this creature before me so narcissistic?

“Because I don't like rich men.”

“What? Seriously?” I laughed when I saw him staring at me in disbelief.

“Why? Is it strange that there are women who do not like rich men? Uh! What needs to be underlined is the wealth inherited from his parents, yes. Prince types such as, Boss.”.

“But why? I think all women like rich men.”

“Not with me. I prefer a successful hardworking man with his own abilities.”

“Do you think I'm not like that?”

I was silent then nodded. “Bos is a hard worker and also talented, as I once said, I believe that Bosses can succeed with their own Bosses even if it is without the support of parents, Boss.”

“So what makes you not interested in me.”

“Hmmm ... honest?”

He nodded seriously.

“Because of the name and wealth of parents Bos.”

He frowned confusedly.

“From the Boss story alone I can already conclude that the Boss' parents are the decision makers and planners in the Boss' life, and I am not in the Boss' life plan that has been arranged by the Boss' parents. And in the end, if we're really together. Boss, will be faced with my choice or the boss's parents? And when it arrived I knew who the Boss would choose.”

He looked at me for a moment. “How do you know who I will choose.”

“Because the Boss is a devoted child of a parent, his stubborn Boss, the Boss never defies or rejects the will of the parent even if it hurts the Boss himself.”

He still stared at me with a cigarette on his finger that had burned in half.

“Because that's why from the beginning I've been injected immune to the charm of Bos.”

He snorted laughing. “What is only immune to me?”

“No, but immune to all Princes.”

He turned back to look at me full of search. “I suspect, have you ever been hurt by a rich man?”

“Hahaha, no.”

Yes, it is not me who is hurt directly, but it also hurts me indirectly and greatly affects the way I look at the rich.

“So, how's the Boss' fiancee? Definitely beautiful.”

“We are not engaged yet, and .. yes, she is beautiful.”

“Good, wouldn't it be easy to love a beautiful girl.”

He snorted making me frown while looking at him who was just silent while smoking a cigarette and exhaled slowly, looking bright with various kinds of thoughts that are out of whack.

“Do you really feel nothing at me? Oh, come on, the time just a little not feel that much if we're all together like now.”

“Hahaha, it's night, Boss, I slept first.” I stood alone.

“Hei! Don't run away, Kiirana Az-Zahra, answer me first.”

“Hahaha, good night Boss.” I waved my hand as I walked in leaving her laughing. I didn't need to answer that question because I knew he was just trying to divert the conversation by being as ignorant as ever.

Has there never been any more feeling when he was with her?

Hmmm .. I don't know, but I think my immunity is already running low.

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