The Sugar Daddy Heritage
Back To The Past

If there's a coldest guy he's ever known, maybe Avan Julian's the guy. Initially Vania was not so concerned with building relationships and friendships while on campus. He went to college just to prove that he was the best in his family. The goal is only to graduate quickly and then open his own business with the capital he already has. But humans can only plan, it is the level brother who decides he is a group with Avan.

This man is physically perfect like the men in Korean dramas, but the matter of personality is very annoying. Rarely talk, likes his own wishes, can not work together in a team, once talking pedes. In a department with more women than his male students, Avan quickly became the subject of conversation. Starting from the upper class to fellow freshmen, the tacky girls scramble for Avan's attention. Unfortunately, they do not know Vania.

They are both very popular for each gender. Avan and Vania became scrambles, and both did not like the popularity. Both are equally cold, equally anti-social, equally bodo very, strangely they are always the same.

Many times they entered the same group, doing the same task. And always end up doing a task together, not because they like it but they believe in doing it themselves rather than involving other people who are incompetent.

That night they did their work in the library until they forgot the time. When home heavy rain flushed this vast campus. They both look at each other.

“What are you going home?” Avan opened the chat.

“Usually, anyway, picked up, but I said I wanted to go home by myself,” replied Vania.

“Where is your house?” avan asked, realizing he knew nothing about the girl.

“Not far, really, I'm spending in Margonda.”

“I anterin if that,” said Avan.

Vania just nodded, then followed Avan to the parking lot.

“I only bring one raincoat, you wear yes.” Avan held out a raincoat.

“No need for you.” Vania shoved a raincoat over to Evan.

“Udah you are, I gapapa kok.”

“This ‘kan your motor, you aja.”

“Pake or I stay here, anyways if you are sick ntar who presentation?”

Vania stared at Avan Long, who was stared at just indifferently while setting up the motor. He looked around the parking lot which was already quiet, the time showed eleven o'clock at night. He was wearing a raincoat and a helmet.

Heavy rain but not too big greeted them while going through the road Margonda. The lights of shophouses and shops that were exposed to rain gleamed. It was as beautiful as welcoming them on the empty night streets. Enjoying the night and the rain makes Vania reflexively wrap her hands around Avan's waist. There is no rejection. Vania only realized when the motor stopped, it turns out that Avan asked her.

“Eh kosan where did you go?”

“Ha? Uh ... it's in front there's a left” turn alley

“Ok, sleep cycle.”

“No, who's sleeping. Hehe.”

Hehe first as long as they spoke, and Vania realized her hand from earlier was coiled around Avan's waist. His face was red from stuttering and shame. His hand was about to be removed but awkward. Avan also seems to be just plain weird.

Before long they arrived at this three-story luxury boarding house. After taking off her raincoat, the stale-base Vania thanked him. Only a nod by Avan. The man disappeared in the middle of the night.

The next day Avan did not come to college. But the presentation can be completed Vania well. At first he didn't care, but he also thought. He began to find out about this man. Fortunately off-campus connections are more reliable for things like this.

“Om-om the entrepreneur is indeed an amazing network,” muttered Vania was happy when she got the information she wanted.

It did not take long for him to know if Avan is the first child of the owner of one of the refreshment breweries in Indonesia. Heir to the throne who refuses to accept responsibility. Now live alone and try on your own sweat for college expenses.

“Okay too, nih, boy. When the son of another businessman on flexing showing off his father's wealth, he was busy bumping.” Vania smiled to herself remembering how cute Avan was when she brought him home first.  

‘Witing tresno jalaran soko culinary, love can come because often kulineran together’.

This saying is true. Since that night they started talking to each other. The ice wall slowly melted. Vania apparently never knew if she could be this mucin. This man slowly but surely made her crazy. It took more than six semesters but they ended up dating.

For him who had always considered love was just playful and only lust now felt his own karma. Almost every day there's only Avan in his head. The shadows, the dreams, what he would do to make the man laugh, seeing his surprised expression when given a surprise, bothering him when making a task to be irritated. Imagine what else he would do to this handsome man and see his reaction. It really made her smile wide before going to bed.

“Happy Birthday My Love,” said Vania as her boyfriend turned thirty. Avan only smiled faintly, and bashfully as Vania rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek.

“I Love You,” said Vania again while forming a sarangheo sign with the thumb linked to her index finger. 

***

The sound of a cell phone ripples out Vania's daydream in the bathtub. He saw the incoming message. From Avan. Ah, things we do for love. Just as he thought about his lover, reminiscing about their sweet story in the past, the man now sent him a message. A sweet smile lifted from the sexy lips of Vania.

[Hi, Love. How's Turkey?]

{Hai, Hun. Turkey or me? Kangen me?}

[Vania, you know, right, what do I mean?]

{Iya knows, you are really cold. I have good news.}  Vania hopes the news she brings will make Evan happy.

[What news?]

{Say darling first, dong}

[What, the hell, you're a rich little boy.]

{This is big, you won’t be sorry. Say it ...}

[This is silly.]

[Ok your lost]

[Ok dear Vania, my darling, what’s you got for me love?]

[Oooh that’s cute ]

[Still waiting]

[Sorry. The news is I finally got Barli in my hand.]

[Oh Babe this is good. I know I can count on you.]

{Of course you are, but thank you though.}

[Ok let me know again if the next plan works.]

{It's a pity you're fine right there. I love you.}

[I know]

Vania came out of the bathroom and put her clothes on the floor. The clock shows at three in the morning. He looked towards Barley.

“Thanks to me, yes, ntar your future wife can a husband who has already experience.”

He quietly went out and went back to his room.

The beautiful woman changed into comfortable pajamas, Vania sitting on her bed. The bath made his body fresh, his sleepiness gone. He re-opened his phone and re-read his chat with a smile of his own. Then he opened the photo gallery on his phone and opened the secret folder that he kept. It contained all the photos of his affection with Avan. A man from the past who made him want to do everything.

Vania got down and picked up a bottle of wine the hotel had provided, pouring one for herself. He took a glass and took it to the window. See how Turkey is at night. The city lights reminded him of Depok's atmosphere at night as he and Avan returned home to work late into the night.

A moment later the dream stopped. Now her memory drifts on Dino, her husband.

Yes, to win the world, you have to be willing to sacrifice everything. Love, self-worth, sometimes money. Avan did fill the recesses of his heart until at any time. But the logic of life must go on. Dino can make it what it is now.

He loves and fights for her like a woman worthy of respect. Dino, who is eight years old, is an adult who knows how to handle a woman like her. Women who have lost their honor. Dino gave it all back. A comfortable home, a father to his son, an established career, and a life of dignity.

Vania yawns, at half-four in the morning, the wine relaxes her body, the shadow of her memories meeting Dino evokes a sense of warmth in her body. Slowly he sank into the dream with a big smile on his beautiful thick lips.