The Tippingback of Rania's World
Episode 7 – Wrong Kancil Into the Garden

“Loh, mama's son has gone home les?” greet Chloe as Qiandra gets out of the car. At that time Chloe was watering her favorite flowers with the household assistants.

“Iya,” Chloe replied lazily.

“What's up? How come mommy's son looks so jutek and upset? Is there a problem in the school and tutoring place?” ask Chloe patiently.

“Nothing. I'm just Tired,” said Qiandra without turning her head.

Not only did Chloe feel the change of her child, the assistants also felt that their young lady was now more thin and rude. No more good morning greetings from young ladies, no more thanks to them when they finish the task, no more small gifts just Tired Release.

All they get is the words of the oath, the clasps and the work that is piling up. They also never again watch Korean cartoons and dramas together again. But no one knows why it happened.

“Hufhh,” Sonia took a deep breath before knocking on her master's room door. Earlier this morning he was hit by an AC remote throw when he was about to wake the princess in this house.

Geck, tok, tok. “Excuse me, Miss. Would you like an afternoon snack?” ask Sonia, the personal assistant of the Austeen family's only daughter.

“Bby. Bring me a pomegranate and a glass of lemon water,” Qiandra replied from inside the room.

Moments later, Sonia brought her employer's request.

“Sorry, Miss. Later in the evening there is an exclusive dinner event, with designers and models who will appear on the summer show. One of the guests was Fannia Ansley, a casual clothing brand ambassador. Will Miss be present or absent?” ask Sonia carefully. Some time ago the young lady chose to be absent from activities outside her school for a moment.

“I will be present. Choose the most appropriate clothes for the event,” Qiandra said without turning her head.

“Good, Miss,” replied Sonia before retreating.

“Haaah.. Since when have I been this busy?” iandra.

“What was my life like? I don't think my mind is this big. Why is nothing going well now?” qiandra.

Qiandra slid her face into the pillow. Since the first time he really wanted to be a model, and I don't know who, always beat him. Now, without any effort, Qiandra has been in the highest circle of people of the industry. However, his heart felt empty and empty.

In addition, he also received a lot of criticism on social media, which said he was now much worse than before. Has she not become a model? That means it's better than before, right? Why are they criticizing him?

“And somehow, I also do not like the warm and familiar nature of mama. He's like a stranger to me.” Qiandra feels uncomfortable and unfamiliar with the attitude of Chloe, her mother.

He also felt very foreign in this house. As far as Qiandra is concerned, this house existed before she was born seventeen years ago. He should have gotten used to everything, right?

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Geck, tok, tok.

“Nona, it's almost time for dinner. Miss?” call Sonia from outside the room.

“Ugh, how long do I sleep?” whiskey Qiandra. He could not remember when he began to fall asleep. His school uniform is still worn.

“Nona. It's almost time to attend dinner. Does Miss want permission? Looks like the state of Miss today is not good,” said Sonia when invited to enter.

“No. I'll keep coming. Just do it as planned,” Qiandra said.

“I can't be lazy. I must make them submit and see my potential,” Qiandra murmured. He is determined to silence those who criticize him.

Within fifteen minutes, he had finished preparing. Qiandra uses a black flared skirt along the knee, in combination with a cotton Ruffled Top top with a pastel pink floral pattern. Her hair was blond and straight allowed to unravel. The bangs are pinned by a strawberry-shaped sweet pinch.

“Duh, Mama's son is very beautiful... U want to leave, yes?” chloe asked when she met Qiandra in the living room. It just so happens that Chloe's schedule is empty tonight.

“Ck... Yes..” Qiandra jutek replied.

Chloe gawked at her daughter's answer. He did not expect that the girl who grew up became an abusive child.

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“Besides Fania Ansley, who else are the guests present?” qiandra asked Sonia who was accompanying her to the dinner.

“There is Mr. Gunawan, owner of Modern Batik Stalls from Solo. Mrs Magda and Mr. Alberto. Dolce M's. Sigmon, designer and boutique owner from France. Aska Vilton, the personal stylist of actress Vezia Watson. Then some shareholders from Beverly Mall,” explained Sonia.

“Hmm... Then, Mrs Magda and Mr Alberto who is it?” ask Qiandra. He sits in the back of his BMW i8 Coupe.

“Oh, they are not Miss family business partners since long?” sonia replied while frowning. “There was a strange with Miss today,” muttered in heart.

The royal dinner went pretty smoothly, except for Qiandra. He who is not so mengamahi business chat can only listen. Many times he was criticized by business people who were present at the banquet. Not to mention the satire for satire thrown by Fania Ansley. What's the matter with that senior model?

“Why do they ask me so much to do heavy things, anyway? Am I just a model? Why are you asked to determine the theme, type of material and design featured in the next show?” qiandra. He really did not understand why they were all intimidating him.

“Sorry if my words will offend you, Miss. But if you are not competent in handling this big business, you should just back off before it is too late,” said Dolce M. Sigmon firmly.

“True, I see from earlier you just mangut-mangut do not understand. You also give opinions several times outside the theme. This is no fooling job. If it does not go well, there will be more than a thousand people who are harmed,” said Mrs Magda.

“That's why, I don't understand why a snot kid like him asks to handle a project of this magnitude. Are the Austeen family indeed incompetent in business?” sela Fania's.

“Fania, we don't bother to that extent. Maybe it's our fault too, from the very beginning to entrust this project to her. But as long as it is not too far away, we can still fix it,” warns Mr. Alberto.

“It's true. We should have another meeting with Geffie Austeen, before acquiring the position of his son from this summer show,” said Aska Vilton.

Qiandra who was the object of conversation could only sigh deeply. He bit his lips, holding back his precious tears from flowing without permission.

Every time he looked at Fania's face, Qiandra's heart felt sliced. It was like he had a strong bond with the 41-year-old woman. But at the same time, he felt deep hatred.

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“Sonia, do I always do this kind of work?” qiandra asked on the way home.

“What does Miss mean? Isn't it Miss herself who wants to participate in the summer show team this time?” Sonia asked again.

“Ah. But actually I just want to be a model, without having to bother thinking about concepts and other intangibles,” said Qiandra.

“I don't understand why Miss is so weird today. But my advice, stay strong against them. Because being a designer in the clothing business is one of the ideals Miss, right? This is just the beginning,” said Sonia.

“Startment? When did I start all this?” said Qiandra in a slightly high tone.

“Sorry if my sentence offended Miss. But what I know, since the age of four Miss already has her own design work, right?” sonia Sahut.

"I understand if Miss feels a little saturated, and some time ago also reduced a lot of activities outside school. But if this continues, the Miss family business rivals will easily find opportunities. Hold on a little more," continued the quite intelligent assistant.

“Four years, huh? All I remember at that age, I just whimpered cold alone. Is that just my dream?” qiandra murmured in heart.

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