I Don'T Want To Be Cinderella #1
9. Birthday Party's

Birthday Party's

As the boss told me, the hotel looks busy on Saturday. Kenanga's already luxurious ballroom looks to be amazing with its incredible, employees at a special briefing on tonight's event. By late afternoon the news seekers had already begun to swarm in front of the hotel, invited guests who are mostly from the upper class and also the celebrity of this country began to arrive one by one making a furore outside and inside the hotel.

And finally at about eight o'clock, the Prince came holding the Princess in front of the reporters as if without saying they had proclaimed their relationship. Although I had prepared myself for this day, but still saw the two of them join hands to hurt me a little, as well as re-awaken me to wake up from a dream.

Our eyes stared at each other for a while as they walked across the lobby. He looks amazingly handsome with his official attire attached fitting his athletic body wrap, and the Princess looks no less amazing with a dress that I believe the price can reach my salary for a year, he said, and a smile adorned her beautiful face.

“Prince does suit a Princess,” Shanti said with a heavy sigh sounding heartbroken, making me turn my eyes away from the Boss.

Yes, what Santi said is true a Prince should be with a princess not with Cinderella.

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The bitter sweetness of the coffee I was sipping warmed my throat gave me a little comfort. My work hours were over, but my head and heart were not doing well so I decided to go up to the rooftop after buying a cup of coffee. Yeah, right now I need caffeine so my mind can get back straight, and it's pretty successful.

The breeze of the night, the cup of coffee, and the glittering sight of the capital city street lights made my heart calm, so that my brain could again think clearly about what had just happened.

“I knew you'd be here.”

I looked back, I saw the Boss standing there with a big smile as usual. One hand was put in his pants pocket, the other was carrying the suit he was wearing, I just shrugged before coming back to look at the street. I felt him walking over and suddenly something slung on my shoulder jolted me.

“Cold,” he said while fixing the position of his suit on my shoulder.

“Not so cold.” I grabbed the suit but my hand stopped.

“You don't feel it because your heart is warming?” He looked at me with a dirty smile.

“Not because of my hot heart, but because of this coffee,” I replied as I turned back to stare at the streets.

She stood beside me staring at the street for a while before finally turning her position to tilt towards me. It's not that I don't know that his eyes are looking at me in full search, but I pretend I'm not affected by that. Ckk, I'd better enjoy my coffee.

1 minute …

I sipped my coffee again trying to ignore it.

Two minutes …

Ok, I've started to get stared at like that.

Three minutes …

I can't take it anymore!

“What?” I asked while looking at him who was now starting to smile.

“You angry?”

“Anged? Angry why?” I looked back to the front and took a sip of coffee. Oi! Why should I avoid his eyes?

“Because of the event earlier, but I've asked permission from you, remember?”

“Bos, don't have to ask permission from me.”

She was silent for a while before finally saying, “Of course I have to tell you, cause you are my Cinderella.” (because you are my Cinderella)

“Yes, you are.” (Yes, you are my Cinderella)

“In your dream.” (In your dream) I looked back to the front in annoyance.

“Why don't you just admit that you're angry, you're jealous of seeing me with another woman.”

“Why should I be angry?” Okay, my emotions are up now. “Although yes, will it affect?” I was the one who was silent looking at me. “No right? So, why am I angry anyway it's your right, Boss, to accompany a prospective fiancee whose birthday,” continued me with emphasis on the word prospective fiancee.

“Former fiance candidate.”

“Big Boss has agreed to it?"

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket and then smeared a cigarette, he fell silent while smoking a cigarette and then exhaled his smoke.

“But.”

“What if they disagree and continue this matchmaking?”

Silence, no answer.

I took another sip of my coffee before returning to say, “I'm new to you, Boss, but I know that, Boss, is a dutiful kid. Boss always follow what the parents want even if it is not in accordance with what they want or expect.” The cold night wind caresses the body. “So I think ... free, Boss, against this matchmaking if in the end the parents, Boss, keukeuh continue this matchmaking, and the Boss will not dare to refuse it.”

He was silent for a moment looking at me before looking back to the front while smoking a cigarette. His elbow was piled on the concrete guardrail making him become a little bent, his eyes look bright staring at the streets of the Capital City that was not as crowded as before, but frenzied lights of the building, the eyes look bright, the monaz lights seen in the distance change color every minute, the billboards, and the street lights still adorn the capital's night amid the cold night air.

“Can't you be Cinderella for me?”

I looked at him surprised by the sudden question, he looked at me solemnly making me smile while sighing.

“Can't, because our story is different from the story of Cinderella,” I replied. I could see fine wrinkles between his eyebrows, indicating that he was confused by my answer. “Prince in Cinderella is not as devoted, Boss, she bluntly opposed her parents' request to be betrothed to the Princess from the other side. Cinderella came to the party and the Prince fell in love at first sight, with a pair of glass shoes left by Cinderella, he searches for the girl he loves all over the country until everyone finds out who the Prince loves. Cinderella didn't do anything, boss. She just sat quietly until the prince came to pick her up.”

I looked at him who was still staring at me.

“So now we know what the difference between Cinderella and our story? And I don't want to make, Boss, an unfilial child.” I smiled as I opened the suit, “Thank you for the suit. I go home first, Boss, assalamualaikum.” I walked leaving him. Yes, I must again draw a firm line between our relationships otherwise I will be the one to get hurt.

“Kirana Az Zahra!” the screams made me stop and then turn to look at him. “Are you ready if the whole country knows you are my Cinderella?”

I could only sigh at the question. “The prince never asked Cinderella, she was ready or not because the Prince would be next to Cinderella and protect her, but Boss ..” I was silent for a while looking at her who was also looking at me deeply. “What Boss will make me as Cinderella the fiancee of the Princess?”

I can see from the dimness of the night light he again furrowed his brows, typical of a Caraka Continent when he was confused.

“After tonight's incident, so many eyes saw the appearance of the two of you, plus the journalists who cover can I make sure at this time the news about you has spread in cyberspace and tomorrow will decorate the entire news. So what is my name if suddenly the Boss announces about ... we, after indirectly, Boss, announce about ... you guys?”

Are we the right word? Because all this time there has never been us among us, there are only Bosses and subordinates. Ckk, I hate myself.

“So, tell me what should I do?” His voice sounded desperate, making me look back at him.

“Before the Boss asks me if I'm ready, you better ask yourself Boss, what exactly does the Boss want? Is the Boss ready with all the consequences it would have received had, Boss, cancelled the engagement?”

We were both silent for a moment. The night was getting late and the weather was getting colder, and we were still standing under the darkness of the night covered in silence and the gusts of the night wind. The sound of the cell phone ripped the silence between us.

“Oka came to pick me up,” I said after turning off the call. “I go home first, assalamualaikum.”

I quickly left him who was still standing. Actually, not only did he have to ask himself, but I also .. yes, the question was more precisely directed at me, not at him.

Am I prepared to break down all my principles about the Prince? Because it seems like my immunity has completely lost to the Prince Virus this time.