The Love of the Boss
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Zety sat anxiously waiting for Gatra to resume his words. It was possible that the man would actually shoot her as Margaretha expected or that something else would be talked about and that it might just hurt her.

"Zet, I actually brought you here because I wanted to ask you for help." Gatra looked hesitant.

"What help, Mom?" ask Zety curiously.

"Em, I want you to be my pretended girlfriend."

"Don't joke, Mum! I don't want to!" cut Zety, don't believe it.

"Zet, wait a minute. I'm just asking you to be a pretend boyfriend so that my match with Shifa fails. I don't want to get engaged let alone marry her" lamented Gatra. His face looks clear.

"Why, Mas? Though Miss Shifa is beautiful, kind, rich, smart," praised Zety, but Gatra shook his head quickly.

"She's not my dream girl criterion" said Gatra.

Hearing Gatra's reply, Zety breathed into the air. "Mas, then what is the criteria of your dream woman? Like Rasya?" Zety tried to corner Gatra. Sure enough, Gatra instantly kept silent without dodging at all. Makes Zety sure that her guess is true.

"Mas, try not to be too attached to the dream woman should be like Rasya. Because no one is the same person in this world. In fact, people who incidentally as twin brothers must have a difference. If you only want a companion like Rasya because you love him, rest assured, Mas. It's not love, it's just obsession" Zety said.

Gatra was speechless hearing Zety's words which were more like a loud allusion to him. Zety's words are almost completely true. "Then what should I do?"

"Mas, try to open your heart to another woman even though she is not like Rasya, but I am sure that she can make your life happy too. Like Miss Shifa, for example. He is perfect and suitable for you. Why did you reject him?" ask Zety. His lips smiled forcefully.

"But I can't accept Shifa. I don't know, my heart doesn't match her. That's why I want you to be my pretend girlfriend, so that my matchmaking can fail. No matter how much money I have to pay, I will pay for it" Gatra said.

Zety stared fixedly at Gatra, trying to look at the seriousness of the man's eyes. "If I accept it, I'm afraid of getting caught, ma'am. I'm not a person who's good at lying let alone running a show." Zety sat back and exhaled quickly.

"It's impossible to be caught if I'm by your side. This is only temporary, if my match really fails then after that I will release you and obey whatever your request," Gatra repeated.

"You sure and promise?" ask Zety again. Gatra nodded quickly in response. Zety thrusting his little finger, Gatra immediately linked with his pinky. Zety's smile was perfect. "All right, I take it."

"Now tell me what you want if our plan works. So that I prepare from now on," said Gatra enthusiastically. He hoped that the plan he had laid out would go smoothly.

"No need to prepare, Mas. My request is easy, really. I just want to go up the hill to see the stars" replied Zety. Making Gatra stare in disbelief.

"That's it?" tanya Gatra. Zety nodded quickly. "Why is it so easy? I thought you'd ask for a luxury apartment, a branded bag, jewelry, or something like that" Gatra said. However, Zety's laughter exploded to make Gatra shocked himself.

"No, Mas. Make what? I prefer the simple things. Living in a rented house, eating potluck, without thinking of anything like that. That's more fun. Living as a rich man is not always in happiness, Mas." Zety smiled bitterly.

"You're right. Property and wealth and position cannot be used as a benchmark for one's happiness" Gatra added. He turned his head and was surprised to see Zety wiping her tears. "Why are you crying?" tanyanya.

"I'm not papa, Mas. Spins." Zety answered the origin.

"The reason for the old fashioned model! I know you're crying, Zet. It's better, because you've agreed then tomorrow I'll introduce you to my mama. I'm sure mom will be happy with you." Gatra spoke seriously, but the remark stunned Zety for a moment.

"You don't joke, Mom." Zety nodded in disbelief.

"I'm serious, Zet. Faster is better." Gatra's decision cannot be contested. Zety also cursed himself who was too quick to make a decision. "Better now we go home. It's been too late."

Zety said nothing. He simply agreed and got up and walked home with Gatra. Zety hopes that his current decision is not a wrong one.

'May all be on target.' Zety prayed inwardly.

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