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Kei POVs

This morning I was told by Andrian, my assistant that the Cahaya Umat Foundation requested time to meet related to the implementation of this year's Corporate Social Responsibility (CSR) program in collaboration with the foundation.

Exactly at 11.00 WIB after meeting with Mr. Anderson from Lucky Zone Co., I headed straight for my room on the 10th floor. When Andrian opened the door, my gaze immediately met with a shady-eyed middle-aged woman, Bundo Nilam. Founder and board of Yayasan Cahaya Ummat who was present last week also discussed the design of activities that will be carried out with CSR funds this year.

My eyes turned to a woman with a neat hijab. His precise sitting position against the door prevented me from seeing his face.

When I heard my voice Bundo Nilam immediately stood up to welcome my arrival, while the woman who was turning her back to the door was still in her sitting position.

Moments later it was seen Bundo Nilam pulling the woman's hand to stand while introducing her.

"Include me, Mr. Kei. This is Naya's mother, the chairman of our event committee."

It was seen that the woman directly cupped her palms in front of her chest.

My hand that I had stretched out to regret it, I immediately pulled back. At first glance we meet.

Somehow my chest instantly rippled strangely as my eyes rubbed with her nettle. Yes, I know those eyes very well. Instantly my smile shone thinly. Mm-hmm.. She was!

I can't see her face covered in the niqab, but I won't forget it. The sparkle was always able to bewitch me even though I always tried to deny it.

For a moment I looked at him. Four years old never saw him this close again.

I slowly passed by him and deliberately took a sitting position right beside the seat he had previously sat on.

I let him sit down, because after a while I sat down, he was still standing. The crowd was about to sit where, clearly visible from his awkward movements. I smiled back thinly. He must have been very surprised by our meeting this morning. Same. I didn't expect to meet him so soon either.

I remember more than two months ago, Azki, my confidant whom I assigned to 'guard him' reported that he, Kanaya Khairunnisa, was, the girl who was incarnating in front of me had now finished her studies and was planning to go home.

But I didn't expect our meeting to be this fast. I think he will stay in KL or Seremban first, because I believe, Ms. Sri Latifah - my mother will no longer want to be far from her favorite daughter-in-law after five years back and forth KL - Paris to visit Naya.

And what was Bundo Nilam saying, Naya is the chairman of the committee of this project? Doesn't that mean that he and I will be seeing each other a lot in the future? Mhm.what a coincident!

"Naya, where are the files Kei's gonna sign?"

Bundo Nilam broke the silence between us and took Naya's arm to sit down. His seat is now a bit far away from me.

I immediately signed the file that Bundo Nilam handed over after Naya took it out of the backpack he had placed on the table.

While continuing to open and sign sheet by sheet in front of me, I occasionally glanced at Naya who was bowing her face.

Although I was looking down, I could see his eyes closing and opening several times, sometimes accompanied by his head. I don't know what he's thinking.

After signing everything, Bundo Nilam and I had a moment to talk. The middle-aged woman explained that the target of our CSR program was expanded not only to street children in halfway houses located in South Jakarta as previously planned, but also halfway houses located in North Jakarta.

All of these halfway houses are under the auspices of Yayasan Cahaya Umat with a number of street children of 1075 people who regularly study and train there.

I nodded several times, amazed by the struggle of Bundo Nilam and his foundation in reaching the street children.

"So for a while, Mr. Kei. God willing, our preparation is 85 percent. Hopefully it can be launched according to the schedule we plan," explained Bundo Nilam while packing the file I signed.

"Nadiah... The naya? It's all done, right? There's nothing more to talk about with Mr Kei?"

Naya stuttered, it was clear that only her body was in this room but not her heart and mind.

"Mh... Ngg... Da... Uh, no. There is no Bundo. All ready. We're staying action next month."

Naya changed her sitting position several times. Awkwardness is real blushing at her behavior.

I smile back. I don't know why I love seeing him like this. From his eyes that only a few times just collide with me, I can catch the loudspeaker and ..hate to shine there. And crazy, I do like it! I really..really enjoy it! Ha. ha...

"Then we'll excuse you, Mr. Kei. If there's still any documents that need Mr. Kei's signature, we'll call."

"OK. I'm always ready at any time, Bundo. No need to hesitate to contact. Je ferai n'importe quoi pour toi. I would do anything for you, baby," I continued by rolling my eyes at Naya.

Obviously the shock in his clear brown eyes, but the next he immediately subdued his gaze. Pretending not to hear me. Ahai!

"Well, we said yes, Mr. Kei. Thank you very much."

Bundo Nilam moved towards the exit of my room accompanied by Naya, but I immediately blocked his arm.

I don't know. I felt so angry when he ignored me. Pretend not to hear, let alone know me!

Really am! I felt humiliated this time.

"What should a good wife do when she meets her husband?"

I don't want Bundo Nilam to know about our conversation.

The girl raised her head to hear my words. Staring at me. His eyes are sharp.

S-hiit! Why does he look so much more.... Oh, double s-hiitt! I hate this!

"Why? Nay think with the niqab that Nay can hide from Brother? Non vous ne pouves fitting! No, you can't! From the first second Nay looked at Abang even though at a glance, Brother already knew Nay who was behind the niqab!"

Replace me now who is looking at him fixedly.

"How could Shah Jahan forget Mumtaz Mahal? Won't Qays not know Layla, right?"

Shhiitt! Why did that cheap word come out?

Oh, it's really crazy. What's going on with me?

"Sorry, I don't understand what you're talking about. You got the wrong guy, maybe."

He rushed after Bundo Nilam. My eyes followed his departure until it disappeared behind the door.

I smile. I don't understand what you're talking about. You got the wrong guy! I felt both anxiety and pain in that sentence.

Mmm... I love this game!

But somehow all day I'm moody, sometimes bad mood sometimes good mood. I even asked Andrian to reschedule a meeting with some important clients.

I keep rereading old report files from Azki. Starting from the events at the Louvre Museum, when I accompanied Nadia to a photo shoot there, and Naya witnessed firsthand my relationship with Nadia as I planned.

Also the report about Naya taking double colleges by continuing the Master Degree for Pshycology according to her passion, and also studying at the Fashion Designer major that I know is definitely not the choice.

He was just playing his role to be a good daughter-in-law for a Sri Latifah by following my Mama's wishes.

I'm still figuring out what Mama and Papa are up to by asking Naya to study at Fashion Designer.

Being a designer, something that is contrary to the passion of a Kanaya Khairunnisa. Although I must admit Naya is very totality in her role as a Fashion Designer, proven by her success in participating in Paris Fashion Week last year.

And now, he started his new role in Jakarta as a lecturer at a renowned campus.

That's the latest report I received from Azki a few minutes ago over the phone.

I became more interested to know the game being played by Tan Sri Abdul Hamid, Puan Sri Latifah and Kanaya Khairunnisa.

Slowly I pressed the numbers button on my gadget. Sounded like a connecting tone. Yup!

"Wa'alaikumussalam, mon cherie. Tu me manques. I miss you so much."

I answered his greetings. A rough sound of his breathing heard my last sentence. Ha.ha.ha...

"Why shut up? Don't you miss me?"

"I'm sorry, misaligned," he said.

Then immediately replaced with the sound of keys... Ahai, he's closing my call, one-sided. Ha.ha...

I don't know why I feel so happy to hear his irritated and cranky tone. I repeated the call...

"Udah is wrong samb.."

"Eits, ntar first. Today my brother is wrong. It was the wrong morning, the wrong evening."

I intentionally put the word wrong person and misaligned, then I accompanied with laughter.

Hey, looks like I laughed a lot today.

I don't know, it looks like this game is so much fun.

Okay, Kanaya Khairunnisa... Let's play the game!

To be continued

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