OH MY BOSS
DISAPPOINTED AND HURT

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Title: A Paid Lover

pen name: Ade annisa66

Blurbs

After the sacrifices made to make him have to be exiled abroad for a long time, Kafa instead get a betrayal from the woman he loves.

Cloudya-lover Kafa, married someone so close to the man.

Kafa then asks Yaiza, the night woman he hired as his girlfriend, to avenge Cloudya's heartache.

Will Yaiza be able to help Kafa, or even get caught up in the charade he plays?

Chapter 1 Promise

"You want to promise me one thing isn't the same?" ask a girl who is currently lying on a grassy field, making her lover's back as a head pillow.

"What promise?" Kafa, the man on his stomach with the laptop on in front of him asked.

"You have to promise, I'll apologize if someday I make you angry."

"Depends what your mistake is."

"You have to promise first."

"What the hell is it?"

"My name is Cloudya, Cloudi means cloudy, while Kafa, your name means rain. What if someday, I make you fall and be disappointed."

That mischievous philosophy made Kafa laugh. "Why the hell did he think?"

Cloudya clucked. "Well, that cloudy cloud can bring down rain."

"It doesn't mean rain." Kafa denies. "Rather than thinking that, mending you think well, the talk is prayer tau."

Cloudya sat down. "Let's not be alone, anyway we have to mate, I cloud overcast, you rain. We're a match, right?"

Kafa only laughed a little, responded to the girl's chattering, then refocused on the laptop that lit up before him.

"Fa, yesterday you said you wanted to teach me to drive a car."

Kafa frowned his forehead remembering. "Tomorrow, how?" he was busy doing college work.

Kafa majored in Architecture, two years ago he was dating Cloudya who is a college-level sister, often meeting with the girl makes his feelings grow. Cloudya's attention reminded Kafa of his late mother who had long since passed away.

"Wants now. I can't wait to bring my own car. You gave me a car present but I can't take it." Angrily Cloudya pulled the short sleeves of the shirt the man was wearing.

Kafa looked smiling, propping up his head with his hands resting on the grass. "Tomorrow can still," he said again, offering, tilting his body to the girl. "Tomorrow I teach you," he persuaded.

Buying car gifts is not difficult for Kafa, being the son of a wealthy widower allows him to do anything. The papa does not even care what the money runs out for, they also almost never meet so busy.

"But I want it now." Cloudya.

"Call me try, will you?" Kafa's smile expanded, challenging the woman to launch a seduction.

With the spirit of Cloudya leaning his face to kiss the man, his lover was so weak as he forced in this manner. But this time Kafa refused, with the man laughing pushing his face.

"No, don't talk about it." Kafa dodged as the girl half-overstretched his body. Indomitable Cloudya continued to urge the man to grant her request.

"Judah, I taught you."

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Kafa teaches the basic things of the matic car he bought, it is not difficult for his lover to quickly understand. They learned to drive in a quiet residential complex, which rarely had other motorists passing there.

"Slow down, sweetie." Kafa laughed when the girl was too excited to step on the gas pedal, Cloudya also understood and slowed down the pace of the new vehicle the first time he brought.

"Gini right? Yeee I can." Cloudya looked so happy.

Kafa smiled along, shuffling Cloudya's hair fondly. Whatever makes the girl happy, she will.

"Feeling you have to be strong, try turning practice." Kafa was holding the steering wheel of the car, right in the girl's hand that made her turn, they then both smiled.

After several hours of circling, Cloudya was quite proficient although sometimes often stepped on the brakes suddenly, making Kafa have to tighten his hand grip on the handle above the head.

"One more round can't?" Cloudya pleaded when Kafa had invited her home.

Kafa was clucking small, had enough of his heart almost dislodged as far as a few rounds earlier, his lover was too excited and confident. "Aren't you tired?"

"Relax." Cloudya re-started the car engine, advancing it more casually, as if he was already adept at doing so.

The phone the girl had placed on the dashboard of the car read, Kafa forbids Cloudya to ignore it, but the girl said it was okay and checked the incoming call on her beloved object.

"Cloudy!" Kafa chuckles when suddenly from the front, motorcycle users emerge from the fork in the road.

Panicked Cloudya mistakenly stepped on the gas pedal, Kafa reflex pulled the handbrake, but it was too late because they had hit the biker in front of him.

"Fa! How's this?" Frightened Cloudya covered both ears, as the biker man banged on the windshield, asking to retreat because his toddler son was the most beautiful of their cars.

Kafa took over the wheel without moving from the bench he was sitting on, after rewinding the vehicle, he then thought about staying still or running.

Frantically Cloudya pulled the sweatshirt her lover was wearing. "Let's get out of here, Fa. There's still no one, let's go."

"No way, Clou. We have to take responsibility." Kafa refused.

"My son, my son!" Shouted the man by embracing the blood-soaked body of his daughter, from inside the car, they witnessed her pain. "You killed my son!"

Frightened Cloudya got a hug from Kafa, the incident was completely beyond their expectations. "I killed people, Fa," he muttered with a tremble, his face so panicked. "I'm a killer."

"We are not intentional."

"I'm a killer." Cloudya cried hysterically, disjointed with the biker man who had just lost his daughter.

"I don't want to go to jail, I don't want to!" Cloudya continued to shake in fear, "i don't want to."

Seeing the few citizens who had started running over, Cloudya grew even more panicked. He said he did not want to be the months of time, did not want to be labeled a killer by them.

"Cloudya, it's me." Kafa held onto both of Cloudya's shoulders, calling for attention amidst their panic, as soon as the girl stopped her crying. "Now you're out of here. Let me be in charge."

"But, Fa?"

"Take hold of me" Kafa said. "After I get out of the car and distract them, you get the hell out of here. I'll take care of it myself."

Cloudya bit the fingernail tip of his thumb, the woman hesitated. "But I'm scared" he lamented.

"Trust me, no one will blame you."

"But-but,"

"Cloudya, you trust me the same." Kafa gives his stern look at the girl, a determination and courage he shows in his eyes, convincing the girl that he is able to protect her.

Kafa got out of the car, distracting people who were not very much in the place, saying he would be responsible for the accident he caused.

From the tail of her eyes, Kafa saw Cloudya get out of the car, without closing the door he left the place.

"Be careful dong, sir!" One of the residents snarled.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I was completely unintentional. I'll be in charge."

***

Kafa was sentenced to five years in prison for accidentally killing a toddler in the accident.

Through the help of the father, with the power and money he had, Kafa did not have to live the pain of living behind bars, instead the man was exiled abroad for the condition of not showing himself again.

Until the time they agreed, Kafa had to leave all his life in Indonesia, then start a new life in another country for many years. Kafa lived in the house of a lecturer who was his friend, then studied there.

While in the country, Kafa is not allowed to connect with anyone from Indonesia, even when his father is married, the man cannot attend.

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5 years later.

As per his time in Indonesia, Kafa returned. The man asked for one of the apartments his father had for him to live in. The father already has a wife, he is too lazy to adapt to new people and live at home with a stepmother.

The first thing Kafa wants to do when he arrives in Indonesia is find Cloudya, his lover. The last time they met was at the time of the incident, the woman did not even know she was exiled. Since then Cloudya has been difficult to contact and disappear.

Kafa hopes that their relationship will be reunited again, because at least his love never fade against the girl, although for five years they have never met. He really misses his girlfriend.

The sound of a bell at the door made Kafa sit up from his bed, the man had just come home, there could be no guests right away because other than the papa no one else knew about his whereabouts.

Chapter 2 Papa's new wife

"Good afternoon, Young Master Kafa Langit Bimantara." Greet someone neatly dressed, as Kafa opened the door for his guest. He estimated that his age was not much different from his, the man looked down politely.

"Call me Kafa."

"Okay Mr. Kafa." The man nodded obediently. "I am Ringgo, sent by the great Lord Bimantara to be your personal assistant, I am ready to help all that is needed by you."

Kafa nodded in understanding. He remembered that the father had said he would send someone to be his personal assistant, because the day after he had to start working in his papa company.

"The Great Lord gave you a message to prepare for dinner, sir." Ringgo delivered the news as his master invited him to enter.

"Will he introduce me to his new wife?" Kafa asked after occupying the sofa in the living room of the apartment he occupied.

Ringgo nodded. "Perhaps like that, he spoke nothing but gave the message."

Kafa is small. "There's no need to be so formal with me, we're the same age, right?"

Ringgo nodded his head in silence again, rather than responding to the request, he chose to be quiet.

"What my papa's wife looks like, I heard she's very young." Curious about who the woman who captivated her father after so long, Kafa then asked.

"Courtesy with you, sir."

"Dad?" Kafa showed a contorted look of surprise, he had heard about it, got a mother who was the same age as him, of course he did not expect. "They already have a child, is that right?"

"Yes, Sir. A four-year-old boy." Ringgo provides information.

Kafa smiled cynically. "So I have a sister?"

Ringgo did not respond, perhaps not understanding what the question meant. Kafa then gave the first task to his assistant, to prepare the clothes that he should wear later tonight.

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Quite a lot changed from the big house of the father, when Kafa set foot in the yard, after getting out of the car he was riding in.

Some servants bowed to welcome his arrival, some of the faces Kafa was still familiar, five years passed, turned out they were so loyal to his father.

"The Great Master is waiting in the dining room, sir." A butler greeted Kafa, as the man watched the decorations inside the slightly different house, He then nodded.

Kafa passed through the living room with many wedding photos attached to his wall, the man was glued, his gaze fixed on the photo of the bride so familiar to him. But of course he still hoped that it was just similar.

"Come, sir."

The voice kept Kafa awake from his daydream, followed the old woman back to the dining table in his papa mansion, for some reason he felt hesitant, wanting to turn around and leave the place.

"You're five minutes late from the promised time." Bimantara, the father stood up to greet his son, then gave the man a hug. "How are you."

Kafa hugged and gently rubbed the back of the father, without a doubt, he missed him a little. "Pretty good," he replied.

"Let's sit down, you'll be hungry." The middle-aged man rewinded a chair next to him.

Not yet had Kafa sat himself down, a woman with a bowl of cooking in her hand, approached and placed it on the table.

Kafa is glued, the woman is the owner of the photo in the family room, the papa's new wife who is the same age as him. She is Cloudya, her lover.

"Honey, this is Kafa, my son." Kafa was even more shocked when he saw the father embracing the woman's affection.

Kafa freezes, the woman his father married, turns out to be someone he still considers as his lover.

The man felt the oxygen around him turn into carbon dioxide, the tightness inside this chest almost instantly killing himself. How could? Cloudya, the woman he loved, is now his stepmother.

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There were not many conversations at the dinner, although the time that went on felt so long, when Kafa one table with the woman who is now officially her former lover. But why should he be married to his father, Kafa might be more acceptable if Cloudya married someone else, but why should his papa.

Kafa clenched his hands on the dressing table located inside the room, his old room which was all his stuff still the same as five years ago he left it, she said, includes an expiry fomade on a table that does not move from its place. In addition, perfume and deodorant are also still neatly arranged in the same place, with Kafa roughing it all using one hand to scatter on the floor.

His breathing is hunting, Kafa is not satisfied to express his disappointment to the woman. How could he imagine the woman he loved sleeping in one bed with his father, how the man he respected enjoyed the body of his lover.

"Yahoo!" Kafa bellowed furiously by punching the glass in front of him, it broke, displaying a shadow of himself that was also cracked. Fresh blood coming from the back of Kafa's hand, flowed on its surface.

"Because!"

That voice, Kafa recognized him. He did not turn his head until the woman touched his injured hand.

"You're nothing at all!" Cloudya looked so angry, Kafa raised his gaze, meeting the female gaze that instantly eluded him.

"Mistress?" A female butler stood in the slightly open doorway, in her hand a tray of white water she carried.

Cloudya approached him, taking a glass from the top of the tray. "Please get me a p3k box huh, Bi."

"Okay, Madam."

Before the butler left, Cloudya called out to him again. "Please don't tell this to sir, I don't want him to worry."

"Good Mistress."

Cloudia came back to Kafa who was still standing looking at him, the man was silent.

"You get off the dinner table without drinking first, I brought you water." Cloudya handed the glass in his hand.

Kafa remained silent, then melengos. Not getting a response from her, the woman placed the glass in her hand on the table, turning on the injured hand of Kafa.

"No need to care about me." Stiffly, Kafa pulled out his hand that there was no wound there, his heart hurt more than anything.

"Your hands should be treated immediately, so as not to get infected."

Kafa ventured to look at that beautiful face again, not much changed from her lover, only growing more beautiful and motherly as she had always liked. His lover? Of course not, the woman is now his stepmother.

Cloudya turned towards the door as the butler brought the box with the medicines needed to dress Kafa's hand wound, and asked the woman to leave and leave the door open.

Kafa did not refuse as Cloudya told him to sit on the edge of the bed, attentively the woman helped to put a bandage together after cleaning the wound and put medicinal liquid there. Kafa was still silent, confused as to what to say.

"Why should my dad?" Cloudya stopped the movement of his hand which was still trying to properly put on the bandage. "Of the many people in this world, why should my father be the one you make husband."

In the eyes of others, Cloudya might look fine, but Kafa knew how the woman desperately held back her tears.

"I didn't know he was your father."

"Lied."

With all the determination that emanated in both of his lit balls, Cloudya ventured to look at Kafa's face with a hide of his feelings. "I really didn't know that he was your father, you never even introduced me before. And when I needed help, the man came with all the money that could buy loyalty. Including the feelings I made you."

Sick, Kafa felt that his struggle all this time had been in vain. The woman did not know what happened to her.

"Where do I need you, Fa. Why did you disappear?"

"Why did I disappear?" repeat Kafa with all the wounds that he has emitted through his eyes. "I disappeared to make up for your mistake, you forgot that?"

"liks. Your dad said you went to college abroad, but why don't you ever hook me up." Sometimes Cloudya turned to the door, maybe he was afraid of someone he did not want to know, suddenly came to see the woman.

"Because I can't." Kafa solemnly conveyed it.

Cloudya shook his head, rejecting the man's explanation of what happened as long as they were far away. It seems like he approached her not for that.

Cloudya stood up after finishing with his task of wrapping the man's hand. "I've got a new life, a good husband, a husband who can give me anything. And I also have a child who needs family harmony. I love my son very much."

Kafa tightly clenched his hand that had just received treatment from the woman, bringing up a red stain on his still very new bandage.

"I beg you, lest my husband know about our previous relationship." Cloudya turned his face again with a gaze that was so haughty, no matter that even the man before him was already smashed into pieces and so fragile. "Don't bother me, forget about our previous relationship, let's just say we never saw each other."

Kafa threw away his face, nodding with a smile of defeat on his lips. "Well if it wants you," he said, then stood up. "But before that, can I hold you?"

A moment Cloudya was silent, looking so doubtful. But did not refuse when Kafa approached and grabbed his body.

Kafa closed his eyes firmly, hoping that after he opened, everything that was experienced today was just a dream. The woman is still his.

But apparently not, this is not a crazy joke that was deliberately designed to work on it. The woman did not even hug her body back.

Cloudya was not her old lover, the cold attitude of the woman helped make Kafa's heart slowly freeze.

The hugs of the two were released the moment someone opened the door without knocking on it first. The attention of both of them was directed in that direction.

Chapter 3 Step-sister

"Mommy!" A young boy came into the room and immediately embraced Cloudya, from the mami call he had spoken, Kafa knew the child was his half-sister.

Cloudya slightly bowed, rubbing the bangs covering his son's forehead, looking once in Kafa's eyes that the woman loved him dearly. "Why are you here, you said wait in the room for a minute."

"Mommy for a long time, Owi cali mami." The boy who mentioned his own name with the call of Owi then turned to Kafa, turning to the bandage in his hand. "Mommy, whoa om kelen this, Owi has not seen it yet."

Kafa slightly smiled hearing the child whispering to the mother. Cloudya immediately clenched his son's body from behind and distanced himself from Kafa as the man approached him.

Kafa screeched cynically looking at the frightened face of the woman. "Do you think I'm going to hurt her?" ask her with raised eyebrows.

Cloudya looked up, Kafa could see the anxiety on his face. Perhaps the woman was afraid that she would call her son's happiness.

"What's your name?" Kafa asked after kneeling before the boy, spacing out his little height.

Kafa was able to see himself in the past, just by looking into the eyes of his half-brother, of course they were so similar. Both come from the same seed even though they are planted on different lands. Owi is herself a toddler version.

Before answering, the child turned to his mother and smiled, perhaps asking permission to introduce himself to a new person. When Kafa looked at the woman, he nodded and made her son look so happy. The one Kafa can catch from their interactions, Owi is a submissive child.

"My name is Owi, Om. About who?"

"Clowy, his name's Clowy." Cloudya. "He would rather be called Owi" he added without being asked.

Kafa looked up at the woman, either not liking to be seen by her, or deliberately dodging her. Cloudya always threw away face.

"I'm Kafa." The man reached out his right hand wrapped in bandages.

Owi raised her small hand as well, touching the red patch bandage on Kafa's hand with her tiny index finger. "Is it OK?"

Kafa looked at his hand, then turned to the glass that still left bloodstains there. "Because of that."

"Is that really painful?" Owen asked again.

Kafa laughed gruntingly at the question. "No," in short.

"Sick language? About heebat." Owi brandished her thumb.

"It doesn't hurt. The sick ones here." Kafa placed his right hand on his chest, then turned to Cloudya who was looking at him, although the look of his eyes was illegible, clearly the look on the woman's face said no like.

"Om having a heart attack? It's so sorry about this. Mami let's buy Om Ava a cure." Owi pleaded with her mother's hand.

"Owi, it's late you better go back to the room."

"Owi still wants to belbicala Om Ava, mami what Owi can be friends with Om Ava." With her clear round eyes, Owi begged her mother back.

"Owi, you're different, he's grown up, can't be your friend."

"Why can't Owi play with an adult? Owi Bekeman with Pa Bandi, Pa Usen."

Kafa raised an eyebrow, the boy probably mentioned the name of the driver and some of the workers in this house.

"Yes, Owi is friends with them."

"They don't want mami."

"God." Tegur Clodya slightly raised her tone.

Instantly the boy looked down. "I'm sorry Owi, Mami" she said.

"Owi?" Kafa called out, making the boy timidly raise his head. "Let's be friends" he added with a sincere smile and ruffled the boy's hair.

Owi glanced at her mother who was not happy to see their closeness, but the woman gave a nod to her son. At that instant, Owi cheered happily.

"Battle!" Owi ran towards the man she was holding, jumping into his carrier. "Bapi Owi has a shy friend."

Kafa stood up, looking at his father who noticed the messy condition of the room.

"What's going on, Kafa. You injured? That glass?" His father panicked, asking for an explanation.

The question was with his son, but Cloudya answered him with a lie that Kafa was not careful and fell in front of the dressing table, his hand accidentally hit the glass until it broke and left a little wound.

Kafa felt astonished as he was so calm that the woman was lying. Even though the father still looks incredulous.

"What happened Kafa?" The man asked his son for another explanation.

"Yes, Pa. I was less careful when I didn't turn on the lights, then I fell. Isn't that right, Mama?" Kafa turned to look at Cloudya who was visibly shocked by the call from him.

The papa looks relieved."Next time be more careful. Has the wound been treated?"

"I've been treating you, Mom." Cloudya replied, Kafa just nodded.

"Papi, Owi's bitch has a friend, her name is Om Ava." Owi complained about his new friend to his father.

The man who had just a few weeks ago his half-century birthday laughed in response to his son. Kafa knew because he had memorized his father's date of birth. And even though the man was old, he still looked handsome and youthful. Perhaps that is why the lover turned away from him. Cih nothing, only this time Kafa is jealous of his own papa. He could have lost around the corner, by someone he never imagined made it to the match list.

"Not Om dong, he's your brother." The man explained about Kafa's status to his little son.

"Sister? Owi has a sister? Yeee."

"You happy?"

"Owi is very happy, Owi has a sister who is too late."

Kafa smiled awkwardly as his papa turned his head and looked happy looking at the enthusiasm of his son.

"Owi wants to play with sister." In his papi sling, Owi persuaded.

"Not now, baby. Let your brother rest first. I'll play again tomorrow."

"Okay, Papi."

"Let's go back to the room."

"Tongenkan Owi puti and pangelan again yes, Pi."

"Why do princesses and princes continue?"

"God likes it."

"The princess is married to another horseman, she does not wait for the prince."

"Why does his tickle become that cute."

Bimantara laughed at the expression of his son."If you don't believe me, just read the fairy tale book in your room."

And Kafa swore he would burn the book if there was, somehow all the things he heard always offended him.

"Let's go out, maybe Kafa needs some rest." Cloudya embraces her husband's waist, perhaps deliberately wanting to see Kafa getting more and more heartburn.

"Yes. Rest, Kafa," said the papa seblum carrying his wife's child out of the room.

As the door of the room closed, Kafa felt his knees so limp. Apparently pretending to be strong in front of a happy family makes his energy so drained. He then fell to the floor, regretting the feeling of love that he had been keeping for so long in his heart. And now everything is destroyed.

Just as Cloudya was so powerful in hurting him, Kafa was determined to do the same. Just once he looks weak, the man will prove who loves who more.

Chapter 4 The Trap

Kafa has started working in Bimantara group, a family company engaged in property owned by the father. Many subsidiaries under the auspices of Bimantara, as the main successor, Kafa is required to be able to understand the work structure there.

And the first guest in his private room is a goddamn cousin who used to lure away his soul-dwarf. Saka Bumi Dirgantara, the son of the father's sister who always visited him.

But although annoying, there are some things that Kafa likes from his cousin's sister, including because the man is good at keeping secrets and always frank if he wants anything.

Unlike her older sister who is ambitious, Saka is more relaxed and not driven by the success of others, she only works for her own pleasure.

"So that bokap lo's wife turned out to be your girlfriend who was in college? Oh, my God." Saka laughed back and forth after hearing the distressing information from his cousin, inexplicably seeing the man's happiness Kafa regretted telling her.

With Saka, the man often used informal language when speaking, only five years living outside the Negri, Kafa is accustomed to using the language according to the large dictionary of Indonesian.

"Keep now you live in the same house as your ex?" after calming down her laughter, Saka then asked.

Kafa rested his back on the back of the swivel chair he was sitting on, then clucked. "I'm not, I'm crazy."

"Listen yes, Fa. We have to be crazy to face the madness of this world."

Kafa was actually lazy to respond to the babble of a madman in front of him, but he had already told a story. "I just need sanity to deal with this madness."

Saka got off the table he was sitting at, then walked over to his cousin. "Lo was wrong," he said.

Kafa raised his eyebrows not understanding, since yesterday he did not even know what he should do after this.

"Kalo lo stabbed, puter turned, Bego. Hit from the front." Saka gave advice.

"Cinting!" Umpat Kafa, where maybe he overtakes his papa, let alone crashing from the front, can disobey him. "They have children."

Saka laughed again. "Yes, I know. Pantsan fitting the wedding was held, I am rich no stranger to bokap lo wife. It's the girl you once knew."

"Why didn't you say it!" Kafa snapped, but several times the man often visited himself secretly while in a neighboring country. But the man was silent.

Saka clucked in response to his cousin's anger. "I'm not sure, I think I've only seen where, don't think that it's your girl. I'll meet lo girl just a glimpse of doang. And after the wedding, I also never met your wife bokap again, know she had a child from my bokap. I don't know anything, Suer."

Saka raised two fingers swearing, from the look on his face that convinced Kafa to believe, the man was indeed earnest with his words.

Behind his annoying behavior, Kafa knew his cousin was harboring a sense of pity for the events that happened to him. It's just like that's how he conveys it.

"Here you are, you may not have made a match yet." Saka smiled with concern, showing pity on his face.

Kafa enforced his seat, began to open the laptop and check the data provided by the father to be studied by him. He also tried to be ordinary.

"It must be hard so lo, must see a loved one married to another man." Saka conveys martial sungkawa. "It's certain that every mallem is making them do it again."

"Damn it!" Kafa, angry, took the book on the table and prepared to aim at his cousin's head. "That's you!" banish him.

The expression bela sungkawa just now turned out to be just a trick, Saka who dodged then laughed. "Gue is really serious about being concerned," he said.

Kafa slammed the book in his hand onto the table. "Go there, I'm busy."

Instead of being offended to have gotten such an eviction, Saka laughed again. Not yet able to respond, the door of his cousin's room was heard knocked from outside, then opened.

"I'd like to drop off the files you asked for, sir." A woman who has been Kafa's secretary since this day raised her head, conveying a message that she had a moment ago.

"Come here." Kafa told him to come closer, the woman then gave him some pile of maps that he brought.

"Hay," said Saka, "new secretary huh?"

"Yes, sir."

"No candy?" Saka asked back.

Kafa turned his head as he confusedly shook his head. "No, sir," he regretted.

"But the cell phone number is right?"

Kafa screeched cynically hearing the seduction, since long ago saka turned out to never change. The woman simply smiled in response, perhaps not daring to also put hope.

"If there's no need anymore, excuse me, sir."

"Luna?" Kafa called out the name of the secretary he had just remembered.

"I, Sir?"

"Please take this man out of my room." That request made Luna look confused, perhaps not brave because she knew Saka was one of her superiors in this company.

With pleasure, Saka agreed. Then he looked at the woman. "You want to go out together did I come out?"

"Eh?"

"Saka!" Kafa took the book back in front of him, made his cousin raise both hands and laugh, then left his room followed by a sectarian named Luna.

Left alone Kafa tried to focus on the task given by the papa, but somehow Cloudya's smile came to his mind, he then shook his head.

When trying to refocus, terbesit happiness on the face of the father when joking with his son. Is he capable of destroying their harmony.

And more annoying than all that, is Saka's remark about how hot their bed game every night, to succeed in scoring a boy who is so funny and as adorable as Owi.

"Siyalaa." Kafa banged his forehead on the table. Pain indeed, but not how much with a gaping wound on the surface of his heart. I don't know how he's gonna deal with all this.

The faforit song that he chose as the incoming call tone just suddenly sounded annoying in Kafa's ears. He checked the name on the screen which turned out to be the papa, he then accepted it.

"What's wrong?" without further ado Kafa asked, perhaps still getting carried away with the things he had just imagined.

The father told him to attend an event as a representative of himself. The man said he couldn't leave tonight.

"Is it so hard to miss a single night from your beautiful wife?" Kafa, who made the man across the phone laugh, probably thought his son was joking. Kafa was really upset when he said that.

"Ok well." Kafa turned off the connection, threw the object on the table, then went back to contemplating. Thinking of various ways that she could forget her lover.

According to the book he had read, it takes away the feeling of love in someone, most potent by falling in love with a new person. But Kafa was really traumatized, his heart still felt painful to get such a great wound.

When the door of his room was knocked again, one thing that Kafa wished for, the person who would meet him was not Saka.

"Sorry, Sir." Ringgo entered the room when the door was then opened. The man put one more pile of maps out of what made Kafa almost crazy.

"What else is this, God." Kafa almost banged his forehead again, but the impact effect was still so painful.

"Is there a problem, sir?"

"No." Kafa then told about the request of the father to attend the invitation later tonight, he then told the man to prepare all his needs.

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By the evening of the appointed time, Kafa prepared to attend the invitation. The man was in the car with Ringgo who was busy driving.

Kafa looked up from the mobile phone that had been grabbing his attention, then confused by the quiet streets they passed.

"This is the right way to the show?" Kafa asked his assistant who had been silent all the way.

"Yes, Sir."

"I've never gone this way" Kafa protested, knowing exactly where the event was held.

"I cut the road, sir. This way faster." The man named Ringgo reasoned.

"Well, since we haven't arrived." Kafa glanced at the clock on his wrist. "If it's the way I used to walk, we should've been up to twenty minutes earlier."

"Yes, I'm sorry, sir. I heard from a friend there was an accident, because I thought it was going to be bad, so I cut off the direction." The man told me the reason again.

Trying to believe it, Kafa returns to his cell phone, until a few minutes later they reach the yard of a house. A large, unkempt building with only one and no neighbors.

The place they came to did not match the address given by the father, before getting out of the car Kafa really feel alert.

"Ringgo?"

"Yes, Sir." That speech now sounded like a mockery in Kafa's ear. And when the man turned to him, a sly smile he showed intentionally. "We've arrived, sir."

"Who are you really!"

Chapter 5 Demands

A woman was standing in front of an atm machine displaying a balance of less than a hundred thousand money she had. While pulling the card he had inserted into the machine, he then sighed.

Swastamita Yaiza, a student majoring in Fashion Design smester seven, who is in arrears to pay spp. Let alone to pay for all his college needs, eating everyday he was already difficult.

But Yaiza must not give up, however she must graduate and get a job to make ends meet. Even better if he can achieve his goal of becoming a famous Designer like the hope of the father.

A few months ago Yaiza's life wasn't as difficult as it was when her father was around, the man opened a small-scale convection business and had several employees.

The father had a deadly disease lodged in the head, making him lose and had to be hospitalized for some time, one month ago the man exhaled his last breath.

Devastated Yaiza lost her only role model, after her mother also died when she was a toddler. Yaiza has an older brother, but is currently in a mental institution due to depression left behind by her daughter.

The day before he left, his father told Yaiza to take care of him, the man may not know that he can't even look after himself.

His savings were drained for hospital maintenance costs, some of his father's convection sewing machines were sold out. Only the man's simple mansion remains, there's no way Yaiza would sell it either, she would have to live where.

Yaiza opened her phone when she heard the incoming message notification, an apology from the salkomsel operator that she could not extend the quota's active period.

Then now how could he contact his friend, he did not even have the money to buy an internet data package.

Only this thing was the only valuable item he had, whether he had to sell it to buy a quota. "Hahah!" Yaiza groaned in frustration, it felt like she had almost gone crazy.

Yaiza came out of March where she checked the rest of her money through an atm machine, taking public transport to her college campus.

With a regular phone call, Yaiza contacted her college friend Luci, an apology heard again when she turned out to have no pulse.

"Yes aampuun, again there is an apology dapet guaa beautiful plate," erang Yaiza who felt free to bring this phone if there is no data package. The woman put it in the sling bag she was carrying.

Suddenly the angkot that Yaiza was riding stopped, even though she had not reached the destination. The passenger is alone.

"Sorry, Neng. There was an accident ahead, the road was jammed. I want a back daughter." The driver gave an excuse.

"Well, that's it." Yaiza did not accept of course. "I don't want to pay for it."

"You're okay, Neng. I was in a hurry, too. Sorry yeah."

Inevitably Yaiza also came down from the angkot, the campus is still far away, she had to ride what. In front it is jammed, but not for a long time back smoothly as usual. "Fuckin' gangkot," he's upset.

It's the story of Yaiza, she had to walk. His intention was to go to college too because Lusi promised to borrow him money for today and the next few days. If he knew it would be this way, he better be at home, then tell his friend to stop by the house.

Yaiza can not order ojek online, nor can buy credit because her wallet only has five thousand left. The only way he returned to waiting for angkot again which is rarely past this hour.

Impatiently waiting for the vehicle, Yaiza then walked down the sidewalk. So upset with all the apologies today, the woman crossed the road without caution, that a high-speed vehicle suddenly stopped when it came close to hitting her.

The startled Yaiza then crouched down to protect the head using both arms. Feeling that this situation would be favorable, he pretended to be hit by a car and sat on the street.

The owner of the vehicle then exited, asking about his condition. "Is anyone hurt? You all right?"

Yaiza looked up her head, intending to nag, but was instead mesmerized by the panicked face owner who looked so handsome in his suit. Rich people. His brain works perfectly.

"Oh, my legs hurt." Yaiza complained, pretending to be in pain.

The man was seen checking his legs wrapped in long jeans, perhaps checking if there was blood flowing there, or perhaps a fracture. And of course he did not find any awkwardness.

"You're pretending, aren't you?" A woman dressed in fashionable clothes poked out from the window of the car, accusing Yaiza of the fact. "Sak Saka, he must be lying, people are okay."

The man called Saka turned his attention back to Yaiza, it seemed like he was suspicious. "Let's come with me, let's go see a doctor."

Mampus, thought Yaiza. The doctor will certainly know he's okay, not even a bruise. Lucky the car that the man stopped carelessly disrupted the order of the road, it made the other vehicle nag. Including the woman in the car.

"Udah, Brother. Stay away, we're late."

The man helped Yaiza up, swept her to the side of the road, some passers-by just paying attention, some not caring about the incident.

Yaiza pretended to be limping to get into the role, the man took out his wallet and took out how many sheets and clasped them into Yaiza's hand.

"I'm sorry, I hope this money is enough to treat your feet." After saying that, he left Yaiza and got into his car.

The apology this time felt different, Yaiza even got the money as she expected. But somehow she felt guilty for lying to him. If given the chance to meet the man again, he promises to return the money.

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"Seriously you're not a minjem?" Lusi confirmed once again, after Yaiza recounted the incident on the road earlier. And ended up getting five hundred thousand money which he did not think turned out to be that much.

When there was still the papa, that kind of money might be small for Yaiza. But after the man wasn't around, the five thousand in his wallet was worth it.

"Gue doesn't feel good I swear I lied to him, which is so handsome again." Yaiza stirred the mango juice in a glass, they were in the cafeteria after passing the first class today.

Lucia flicked her hand. "Jaudah, that is the sustenance of his name. Next time you can also trick so dipake kalo again boke."

At the crazy proposal of his best friend Yaiza cynically clucked. "Ketabrat actually mampus lo existing," he said.

Susi laughs. "What's the man."

Yaiza pulled her gaze upwards, smiling as she reimagined the handsome face of the man who gave her half a million.

"Looky you long ago." Luci elbowed Yaiza's arm. Then make them laugh.

"Just so handsome. The rich must be. His name is Saka."

"The long-term."

"No way," Yaiza said. Somehow he became a sewot, it seems that there is no way a man as perfect as that to be his soul mate.

"Who knows, just pray."

"Yes, nothing is impossible." Yaiza tried to comfort her heart. "Bism, bismika Allahumma ahyaa wa bismika amuut."

Hearing that Susi choked on the juice she drank. "It's a prayer for sleep, Bego," he said with the woman's head.

"Yes emang. Dapetin a rich handsome guy that is just a dream for me." Yaiza reiterated the impossibility that was happening between them.

"Yakali lo dapet more."

Yaiza did not respond, the woman re-thought the plan ahead. He should get a job soon. "Look for me to work cake, I am looking here and there no one accepts, in my warteg subscription I just want to do the dishwasher not given to his mother."

"Can't afford to pay you times."

"No, her husband is with me."

"Damn." Lusi is roaring his best friend again, this time on the cheek. "You want to work what the fuck, really lemes si lo. Have you eaten yet?"

Yaiza propping up the cheeks. "No appetite, I. Again there is in the phase easily sad, irritable, easily tired. I hope it's not crazy."

"Amit-amit by now." Luci knocked on the table laughing.

Speaking of crazy, Yaiza remembered this week having to visit her sister in the hospital. In addition to bringing food for the man to enjoy, he also had to pay alimony every month.

Yandi, her brother is indeed harmless. She only daydreams a lot, but if Yaiza takes care of her herself at home, she's worried about nothing happening. In the foundation the older brother gets the attention he cannot give at home.

"Gue seriously this, find me dong's job." Yaiza straightened her body. "Gue hasn't paid spp yet."

"What work." Lusi thought. "Eh, you're beautiful, Za. Open Bo is just a whistling."

"Dih, don't want me," Yaiza refused.

"Yaudah, I'm just a nawarin doang. Not making."

For a moment Yaiza was silent, thinking if there was anything else she could do to earn a lot of money. The fact that Lusi is a call woman has become an open secret on this campus, even Yaiza who is familiar with her is often underestimated. Why didn't he just do it.

"Lo think again. Life in the capital is hard, I know your wallet doesn't have anything."

"Enak. There's a resident's card."

"And it can't be lo madein in warteg if laper, Za."

Yes too. Yaiza felt completely dead-end. For the sake of her brother and holding a bachelor's degree, it seemed like she indeed had to sacrifice her pride. To hell with still being there or not being a sincere guy with her, she just needs to find work after graduation and support herself with her money.

If no one can accept him for who he is, he will probably live alone.

"Judah I want to. But I picky people ya."

"Seriously?" Lillian asked unsure. "Judah, calm down I have many acquaintances."

Yaiza's heart pounded violently when making a decision. He really won't regret it. "When can I start work?"

"Entar malem lo come with me," said Lusi.

Yaiza nodded weakly. "OK," he said resignedly.

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