The Prince
76. Recognises

Cyntia walks to the door and Kia takes her hijab. With a slight clack and guessing who came early in the morning, Cyntia opened the door. 

“Good morning Mistress!” greet a man in a neat shirt.

“Pagi” replied Cyntia nodded and scrutinized her best friend's guest.

The man in neat uniform had the shorum name logo that Cyntia was familiar with. Then Cyntia looked into the yard, parked one unit of a yellow brio car still swallow. And on the road there's a car-carrying truck. Cyntia could then guess.

“Right with Mrs Kiara Arsyila?” ask the man. 

“I Cyntia, a friend of Mrs Kiara, please come in, let me call Mrs Kiaranya” said Cyntia invited her guests politely.  

“Thank you” replied The man then they came in. 

“Please sit!” cyntia went inside. 

For a moment the man thought Cynti was Aslan's mistress. Because Cyntia looked sexy, with a t-shirt and shorts, long hair was dyed and pure white skin was left visible. 

Aslan's shorum knows who Aslan is. They also knew Aslan had a wife. They are also often the arrival of a flirtatious om-om pride that rewards the car. They thought Aslan was too.

Not when they see the fingernails of Cyntia's fingers, look shiny and colorful. Not yet a pearl necklace, a sweet giwang and a sparkling beautiful bracelet.

Cyntia is on par with Paul, it is possible and reflected that Cyntia is a woman who is spoiled by a big boss like Aslan.

But suddenly came out a shabby female covered in black, looking very ordinary, even like a seller in the market. Smooth white skin does not look especially perhiasanya. All wrapped in shabby fabric in dark colors.

But if you pay attention, his face is very sweet and cute, natural colored lips and nose without opaque make people look at him, not yet thick eyebrows that emit firmness. 

The man then changed his initial estimate. He concluded, shady and calm, Mr. Aslan a great man could have two beautiful women of different sides.

The woman in front of him is not worthy of being a mistress, but rather a woman in the home. Highlighting Kia's eyes made a man's eyes want to lean. Full of peace and sincerity.

“You searched me?” kia asked, casting the gaze of the shorum officer. 

“Right with Mrs Kiara Arsyila?”

“Yes, myself, who are you? What is it gonna take?” ask Kia politely.

“We are from white car shorum, in accordance with Mr. Aslan's order we drove his ordered car to this house” said the man then issued a car ownership letter. 

“Woah? The aslan? Car?” ask Kia in shock.

“Hooh, what does he mean to do this?” mummified Kia lirih. 

“This is the key and the letters of ownership Madam! All have been taken care of Mr. Aslan and his secretary” said the man gave BPKB and others. 

“Sorry I can not accept it, in what order am I given the car?” kia said she resolutely refused and pushed back the vehicle files, returning them to the officers.

Kia's refusal astonished the man. The man thought that Kia would be happy to receive the surprise gift of the car like any other woman.

But it didn't. Kia did not show any expression of liking the gift of goods, like women matre in general. 

“Sorry Madam, my duty is just to deliver this to you, please accept! Please sign here. Next can you ask for a photo for proof sign?” said the man. Handing receipt paper and ballpoint.

“But I don't want to, please take it again. I can't take it. I don't need any of this! I also did not ask or buy it” said Kia again refused.

“Sorry Madam, about that please communicate with Mr Aslan! Our duty is only to deliver, please work together” replied guest Kia. 

“Hooh, that crazy guy, ck, basarr, what do you mean? Is he trying to frame me? Or make me owe, can not be trusted” muttered Kia lirih beratai Aslan and can still be heard by others.

The man then came to a conclusion. Kia women are good, not mistresses or anything like that.

But it was Mr. Aslan who really liked it. Without Kia's consent, the man photographed Kia and her belongings. 

“Excuse me Madam, please cooperate to sign here!” said the shorum officer asked for Kia's signature once again. Proposing ballpaloint and pointing column bunches hand reception.

Eventually, Kia signed an autograph. After that, officer shorum said goodbye. Kia returned to her seat.

Kia silently looked at the goods in front of her. The letters are still in Aslan's name. 

“Gue should call her” Inner Kia remove her headscarf while walking in.

Kia took off her big negligee and returned to wearing the short shirt as before. Kia is back to being a beautiful, young and sexy woman. 

“Ciee dapet car gift from prospective men” goda Cyntia approaching.

“Whispering Lo!” kia answered, grabbed her phone and returned, first contacting the adult man who was chasing her far away. 

**** 

At the edge of the pool overlooking the blue and beautiful ocean. The mature man who looked handsome seemed to be sitting enjoying breakfast.

The man looked agitated with his rancid expression looking at the small, shiny box object, which he placed near his meal. 

“Haiissh, why not call? Will he be happy or angry? Come on Kia, realize I love you” murmured Aslan screeching herself because her phone was silent, as silent as night. 

Not yet Aslan finished imprinting, the phone screen is on. Aslan's chest is perfectly inflated. Aslan instantly grabbed his phone excitedly.

It was like when we were in the bathroom alone the lights went off, and after waiting for a long time the lights went on. So happy. 

“Ehm, hello, good morning, his mother Ipang” greeted Aslan stale. 

“Dear Lord Aslan what do you mean?” tanya Kia Jutek directly attacked Aslan. Somehow hearing Aslan Kia's voice was very angry.

“Please his voice, Mother Ipang, remember the deal last night, call me Father Ipang” Aslan replied with a happy smile.

Overnight in his debate Aslan managed to make some deals and rules. Aslan did not want to be called Mr. Aslan.

“Ehm... um, yes, a-a-her father Ipang” replied Kia felt awkward calling Aslan with a father call. 

“Well, so dong, how-what's going on?” aslan replied with a happy smile.

“What do you mean send a car? Huh huh? Do you want me to owe you? I don't want to owe you, and remember I don't want to be a second wife, don't expect. I'm not a morotene actor who mortgages people's husbands' money. You know your actions can make people misunderstand” asked Kia angrily. Not even Aslan replied, Kia spoke again.

"I'm kind to you, agree to our peace, for Ipang's sake. Don't you think I'm anything. Please don't overdo it!" nagging Kia again in an annoyed tone.

“Automination yes!” aslan replied lightly and with a tone of affection, like the attitude of a more mature person was staring at an innocent Kia. 

“Hah?” Kia was dumbstruck, Kia's angry talk was long and high and answered that quietly. 

“Yes you have a habit” replied Aslan again very calmly.

“Haboo to GR-an” replied Aslan instead latai Kia.

“I?” kia asked and did not accept.

“Iya” 

“I to Gr_an?” ask Kia again. 

“Iya. To your GR an is too high, you know it” Aslan said again. 

“Hooh, you're spying on me?” kia asked increasingly not accept.

“Ck. Ipang's beautiful mother, listen well huh. I don't owe you anything or make you an actor, it's still in my name. Remember well!" lang Aslan was firm.

"Ehm" Kia is still listening.

"I'm not one of those men. I have a right to my own life, I can't be taken from anyone!" aslan.

"The car is not for you. Think it's inventory because you're already the mother of my son? Use the car so that my son does not have trouble when traveling. Don't make Ipang less likely because only his mother came to his place in quarantine by taking public transportation. Don't make my son sad because his mother crammed in the bus every day. So I'm doing this for my son. You hear?” aslan spoke calmly and maturely.

Kiapun listened to him well. Kia wavers and feels stuck. As a rich man the reason Aslan is right. Aslan wants to make Ipang happy, his biological son.

“Ehm..ya” Kia replied finally.

“One more time, don't take Ipang's savings. That's right he” continued Aslan again want to prank Kia with a smart tone.

“Haah, did you say, me? Using Ipang savings? It's good not yes” replied Kia did not accept and embarrassed.

But at that time Ipang had indeed slipped with the innocence of the story to Aslan. If Ipang collects money from the gig and youtube to buy a house and car but has not been collected. 

“Yaya. But Ipang once said it. From now on, let Ipang save for his future. Understood?" aslan again.

"Ehm yes" answered Kia to be cornered and die of lice.

"OKAY. Any more questions?” aslan asked quietly and maturely. Aslan's calm voice made Kia bewitched.

“Ehm” Kia is pounding, suddenly her heart is pounding fast and awkward. The man across there could always make him speechless. Doing something beyond his expectations.

Kia also wanted to ask if Aslan and Paul really want a divorce? Where is Aslan now? But somehow Kia's lips like they're locked, it's hard to open them.

“Halo, Ipang's mother? Any more questions?” ask Aslan again knowing Kia was silent even though the phone was still connected.

“Thank you” said Kia lirih somehow only that word came out of Kia's mouth.

“OK, equally” replied Aslan briefly.

Then Aslan kept waiting for Kia to say back. Although far away but Kia was still stricken awkwardly by herself, her hand moved freely confused to say what else.

What if you just turn off the phone. Then they shut each other up. So Cyntia near Kia who saw him feel amused, keki and anxious himself. 

“Ehm” Cyntia passes while clearing her throat. 

“Udah first yes makasih” said Kia hurriedly turned off her phone to escape from awkwardness.

“Oke” replied Aslan. 

Then Kia sighed, her face red itself, already to gr angrily and was answered with a booming statement. Kia was so embarrassed.

“Lets drive yuuk” goda Cyntia disperse Kia who is speechless shy.

“Hmmmm” 

“Udah siih, no prestige!” goda Cyntia again. Kia looked at Cyntia then the vertical drinking water neutralized her embarrassment. Sit down and get ready to talk.

“He's so good huh? He said he did not want Ipang minder and sad, why does he look so sweet ya?” ceplos Kia finally recognized Aslan's kindness. 

“Hhhh” Cyntia just scratching her head and smiling.

“Iya anyway, I often see Ipang sad and too accept the situation” muttered Kia again considering the many sad things that Kia went through with her son. Kia did feel weak and sinned a lot to Ipang.

“Ya keep when you say, yes want to be his wife?” cyntia's question again affects Kia.

“Ih what the hell? He's Cyn's husband! Our relationship will continue like this, we are enough to be partners, equally happyin Ipang” replied Kia flat.

“Pang is happy if you marry!” cyntia advised.

“But I don't want Cyn to be the third person or snatch people's happiness?” 

“Indeed you know their household is happy? I don't think” Cyntia replied again.

“Hemmm, did I ask ya? Don't they want a divorce? What's the reason?”

“If it is true and the reason is true, do you want to marry him?” 

“Ehm.” Kia was silent not answering.

“OKe your silence means yes. I'll investigate, why did Aslan sleepurin lo seven years ago it?” 

“Hoh?” 

“As a payment I've stayed here” said Cyntia squinted her eyes.

“Ishh, joking time, I did not ask to be paid this is also the Ipang” house replied Kia pursed her lips.

“Iya, I am also joking, I want you to be happy Ki, kasian boy lo tau” said Cyntia sincerely. Cyntia does want Kia to be happy, Cyntia is willing to help her.

“Well how do you sweet anyway?” kia said feeling moved, Cyntia thought about the happiness of Kia and her son when Cyntia's life was more chaotic.

“Iya dong!” replied Cyntia still stay with a cheerful and confident nature.

Then they hugged. 

“Lets drive yuk!” bring Cyntia.

“Ayuk, shower first!” 

“OK!”