Loosely Paid, CEO Beautiful
New Cars

Maureen was soaring with excitement, when the car she was craving reached the front page of Amman's house. The sports car with the bright red color, he immediately approached and he admired its luxury.

All his life he had never even touched a car like that. Just often just look at the television, or accidentally meet someone else on the street. You can only look at it without touching it.

But today, it is very easy to get. It was like being in a game, where he was the winner. Fate will turn 180 degrees like this, like a dream.

"How, do you like it?. If you don't like it can be exchanged." Amman arrived and spoke like a rich man in Korean dramas.

"Su, love koq pa." Maureen said later. He hugged the fake father he thought was stupid.

"Yes, you're going to college this afternoon?"

"Yes, pa." she said later.

That afternoon Maureen drove her latest sports car to campus, all eyes on the car. The students and students who knew him were surprised when they found out the driver was Maureen.

Maureen who was wearing heels and the dress was walking upright, full of arrogance. In his hand was clutched by a luxurious bag that cost hundreds of millions.

He stepped past Chanti and Widya who were walking while eating a peek. Chanti and Widya only glanced at a glance and then stepped back.

"Where's he money from?" widya asked while putting a peek into her mouth.

"Even, sell yourself again. Tau himself Maureen. Why do we envy the treasures of the sale of apem."

"Haha." The two then laughed out loud.

"How amazing are people like her, like other mistresses. Very proud of it, showing off the treasures of selling apem. Though it can be a treasure but must fulfill the wishes of the giver. When the giver wants to make him, want to be made in what way, he must be ready to spread the legs." said Widya later.

"That's a lot, and usually it's the one that keeps it. If the average guy already has the smell of the soil. Because there is rarely a rich young man, if not the wealth derived from his father. Even if some try themselves, the average of them has a beautiful wife. Why they nyimpen modelan kayak Maureen. The average person who likes the same model Maureen is yes, a kind of Sugiono grandfather, but a rich one" said Chanti chimed in Widya's remarks. They kept walking while eating.

"Gue mah mending ride angkot, rather than riding a car but have to mengisepin stick old battery. Peyot must be."

"Maha." Widya's words succeeded in making the two laugh again.

"Alot." chimpal Chanti. Again and again both laughed.

Maureen is now heading to her friends.

"Maureen?"

His friends who were sitting near the class were shocked. They stood up and showed Maureen from top to bottom.

"Hi." said Maureen confidently.

"Crazy, is this ori?" His friend questioned the authenticity of the bag Maureen was wearing.

"Ori dong, no KW-KW club yes. Anti I'm using the KW." Maureen said arrogantly.

"Widih, which om-om has fallen asleep?" friends slurping. Maureen laughing.

"This time it's not from an om-om. Actually, it's om-om but..."

Maureen began to tell everything, he admitted before his friends if he was the son of a rich man.

"Huh, seriously lo Reen?" his friends don't believe.

"So you're a rich man?" ask the other one.

Maureen nodded enthusiastically, smiling at her friends.

"Well crazy, you're a rich kid. Let's play at your house."

"By bangeeet."

"Yei." His friends cheered with excitement.

***

Although until this moment, he is still sure if Arka does not know who Ryan is. But he has so much worry. He was afraid that if Ryan told Arka all this, Arka would easily accept and forgive his biological father. Of course he will feel so hurt, he did not want Arka seized by the man.

"Think what, ma'am?" rianti asked Arka's mother. Rianti seemed to have noticed his tantric attitude since earlier.

"It's okay, Ti." said Arka's mother, trying to hide the anxiety that now afflicts her.

"Mother's having the same problem, papa?"

"Nothing is."

"Same as Arka or Amanda's mom?"

"Not there either, Ti. No more problems."

"Oh yes already kirain Rianti, mother again there is a problem. From that moment, my mother was."

Arka's mother smiled again.

"No koq, Ti." he said again.

Arka's mother also shifted the topic of conversation, so that Rianti did not ask further.

On the other hand, Amman seemed to be smiling to himself like a madman. He recalls his encounters with Amanda and Ansel, which are still clearly in his memory. How the boy smiled and laughed in front of Ansel. He had also got their picture, but unfortunately he did not have the number Arka.

But it did not matter, he did not want to tell Arka in advance about the closeness of his daughter with another man. He does not want Arka to be a destroyer of the relationship between Amanda and Ansel, at least that's what he has in mind now. Amman really doesn't know what really happened out there.

***

"Ka, you don't want to make your wedding reception the same Amanda what?"

Rio asked one afternoon, shortly after Arka came home from work and stopped by his friend's boarding house.

"Pengen anyway, mumpung my children are still small. It's funny that there are wedding reception photos of them. Let one day they are not nanya, koq we do not exist. I take pictures of my marriage with my mother."

"Well that's right, I miss eating rendang Ka."

"Yes, buy it, Anjay. Things rendang doang, like a difficult person lo. Lots of money too."

Rio chuckles.

"Not that, bro. If the person is married, it feels different. The food we want to find outside too, just keep the food in marriage. Greget is so, it tastes. Here and there, ngantri take food, dessert. The food at this table is other, at the table it's other."

"Lo seems to have married, the smell." Arka quipped Rio.

"I want to know, but I'm afraid of getting thumped by my father. I was forced to work first in his office, I'm really anjir mager. I became an actor, so good. Again busy ya busy, again break I can sleep moo all day."

"Look, Ri. Work in the office."

"Yes, I like it. Lah me?. Not my demen. I'm gonna wake up in the morning, bro. Males met the boss."

"The boss is your own father."

"Here it is, his name is boss. The vibes must be nyebelin."

Arka chuckled again.

"So when, you want a reception with Amanda. Let me pick up a shirt first."

"Ntar lah, I'm talking about this the same Amanda" said Arka again.

He then sucked his vape pod and made Rio's room full of smoke.