My Boss My Enemy
The story of Devania 5: Mix the Stir

Dania looked at her reflection in front of the mirror. Kebaya blue pastel wrapped perfectly slim body, accentuate the side of simplicity without leaving a luxurious impression, even if only with natural makeup. The hair on the little bun made the woman look even more sweet.

Today, Devan will officially propose to her. But there was something strange about the girl. A happy hue did not radiate in the slightest from the look on his face. Supposedly, he was happy not even moody like this.

"Had it not been a charade I would have been the happiest woman today" she murmured softly.

"Goodbye, my sister-in-law is beautiful!"

Stubborn screech someone managed to jerk Dania's daydream.

"Aish, you've got to take it."

"Loe daydreams, huh? Must be stubborn, must be restless, right? hayo. ngaku." Vienna lashed out at the friend with its various conjectures.

Dania was silent, neither denying nor denying. His countenance grew grim, and it was realized by Vienna

"Loe, why, Him?''

"Eh, no, gu-gue is okay.'' Dania tried to show her sweetest smile

"Yuk, out! the family of the prospective loe has already come," asked Vienna.

Dania nodded, then brought out with her sister-in-law in tow.

Dania gripped her sister-in-law's arm. The nervousness suddenly struck, when all eyes were on him.

"Win, gu-gue insecure," Dania's great-grandson who tries to hide behind her best friend's back.

"It's just nervous, natural. Breathe in, throw out slowly."

Dania followed the woman's direction. Successfully, his condition began to relax and he resumed his steps towards his place.

Dania was seated in the middle flanked by the sister of her father and the wife who became the representative of her late parents. Opposite him, it looks Devan is also flanked by two people. The other one, the man's mother and another, I don't know. It may be the brother of his late father or his mother's brother.

Dania lowered her head when she realized Devan was staring intensely at her. A look that seemed to want to skin him alive.

"Why so nervous, anyway? Though this is only a charade," said Dania in the heart

The woman twisted the edge of her danger to divert the erratic taste. He was so nervous that he did not focus on the event.

"Okay, so we decide. The wedding will be held next month."

Dania looked up to hear that.

"Bu-next month. Isn't it too fast? We just got to know, close to not even a month," Dania.

Everyone who heard that threw a glance at each other, feeling strange with the attitude of the bride-to-be. Usually, he would be happy if the marriage is accelerating but, why is this the opposite.

"Good intentions must be quickened, dear Dania. Faster is better, isn't it?" Sekar.

"But-but...."

His words came to a halt as Devan unsheathed a sharp look at him.

"All right."

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The core event is over, guests are enjoying the dishes provided by the host. Dania chose to isolate herself from the crowd. He could only stare at the nano of the proposal decoration that his brother had prepared, a simple decoration themed flowers, nuanced pastel blue that was in line with his danger.

David prepared this event in such a way as best he could. Somehow it would be if the man knew his lie. He will be very disappointed.

"I'm sorry Nia, Bang."

A single tear escaped to her cheek, but she immediately wiped it away so as not to be caught.

"Ehem!"

Dania turned her attention to the origin of the voice.

"Sir Devan."

Without saying a word, Devan sat himself beside Dania. "How are you feeling?"

"Mixed."

"Are you unhappy getting engaged to me?"

"Happy if not theatrical," replied Dania flatly.

"It's real."

"I mean, Father?"

"A real engagement, if a charade isn't possible, right? I brought my extended family here. There's no way I'm bringing so much for you" Devan said.

"That means...."

There's a glimmer of hope if Devan has the same feelings. A glimmer of hope his feelings will be reciprocated.

"I want to take this relationship seriously, in the midst of the lies we're doing."

The sweet smile that had been painted on the lips of the girl slowly faded away. The hopeful look turned into a look full of disappointment.

Dania smiled smirkingly, she was probably the most unfortunate woman in the world. He can be with the man he loves but he always thinks everything is a lie. Why was it only the happiness he felt.

"Didn't you have a little feeling for me?" The question came out of the girl's mouth.

It hurts to love alone, to want to be loved.

"Nothing because you're not my type."

Answers that can break the heart of a Dania. It felt like there were thousands of knives stuck in his chest when he heard Devan say it lightly without any burden.

"What if I had the same father?"

"Yes that's up to you. I cannot forbid matters of the heart. It's just, I don't."

Dania growled herself to the point that she wanted to feel like she was tearing this man's mouth apart. Her honesty really hurt her heart.