The Love Struggle of Young Miss
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Cacha sat leaning against the car window, while Rendra looked busy with the steering wheel. It was almost ten minutes on the way, but neither of the two men opened their voices.

"Cha," call Rendra.

"Hm." Cacha does not open his voice, only responds with a dullness.

"Where? You want to continue this play, right?" ask Redra carefully.

"Everything's done, Mas. If we break up now, they become more suspicious. It will be about two weeks later" said Cacha lethargic. His heart was so worried at this moment. They were silent again.

"Mas, why the hell would you just reject that matchmaking? Said you haven't seen the girl you're gonna be betrothed to." Cacha looked at Rendra who was still focused on driving.

"Come, Cha. My heart did not choose him. I don't love her, Cha." Rendra let out a long breath.

"Mas, it's not that you don't love her, but your love for her is not yet present. Every love needs a process, Mom. Especially now that you still love other women." Rendra turned a glance towards Cacha who was still busy staring out the window.

"You know what, Cha?" rendra asked for an answer.

Cacha smiled cynically. "Of course, Mas. Even the look in your eyes shows how much you love her, Mas. But I salute you, Mommy."

"Why?" Rendra looked back.

"Because you let your loved one live happily with someone else he loves." Cacha was silent for a moment to inhale a deep breath. "Different from me who is new to love and immediately hurt by betrayal," he added accompanied by a rude gasp.

"Patience, Cha. I'm sure one day you'll have happiness and a happy life with a man who loves you sincerely" Rendra said, and Cacha responded with a faint smile.

"May you also soon find a girl who sincerely loves you, Mas."

"Hopefully. As long as we're in this pretend relationship, I won't forbid you from getting close or being in a relationship with another man, Cha. We just have to play a show in front of my parents."

"Good, Mas." Cacha smiled bitterly. He no longer opened his voice and Rendra was focused on the streets until the atmosphere in the car again felt so quiet.

Rendra had already reached Cacha's apartment, but he just said goodbye because he still had other interests. After Rendra's car vanishes from sight, Cacha runs lethargic towards her apartment unit. He really lost his life spirit.

"Young Miss!" Cacha, who was about to open the door, turned her head and looked at Mike who was walking over. "You just got home?" ask Mike politely.

"Please stop your charade, Miss!" Mike's voice sounded so loud.

"Don't interfere in my personal affairs, Mike!" Cacha is no less strict.

"I'm sorry, Miss. You have to remember, sooner or later Mr. Johan will find out even if it's not me who complains," Mike said again neutralizing his voice.

"Let's, Mike. In two weeks, I'll finish it all. Better now you take a break and don't bother me, Mike!" cacha's orders. He just walked in and left Mike still standing in his place.

Mike stared at the door that had been closed tightly. If only Cacha knew that she had been harboring feelings for the girl since Cacha was a teenager. Moreover, Mr. Johan had him teach shooting and martial arts skills to make love slowly grow in his heart.

Mike wakes up from a daydream when his phone suddenly rings. He reached into his pants pocket to retrieve the phone. A long sigh rang out as Mike looked at Johan's name on the screen. Heavy, Mike immediately raised the call.

"Good night, sir."

"Night, Mike. What time are you guys up to Bandung?"

"Around two, sir." Mike lied.

"Thank God. Now where is Cacha? Why can't her phone number be reached at all?"

"Young Miss is resting, sir."

"alright. If there's anything, don't forget to call me, Mike. Remember that! The slightest thing concerning Cacha's safety you should keep reporting to me."

"Good, Sir. I will take good care of Young Miss. If there's anything with Young Miss, let my life be at stake, sir."

"I'm sure you'll take good care of Cacha, Mike. Then you rest. Let me call Cacha tomorrow morning."

"Good, Sir."

The call was also interrupted. Mike stared at the front screen image of the phone featuring a serious looking teenage girl with a gun in her hand about to aim at something. Mike smiled knots with a finger that wiped the phone's screen.

"May you live a happy life and not fall in love again with the wrong person, Young Miss," he murmured. Mike returned to the apartment next door because he was tired and wanted to rest.