When Celebrity Meet CEO's
Reckless
As expected, Yesy breathed a rough sigh last night trying to contact William. However, the young man did not pick him up. Even shut off the call from him. Where is Willam? Giovani's departure tomorrow makes it compact the schedule for tours to several cities. Busy yourself, I don't know what the purpose is. It is impossible because of the longing. Remember that! William is not dear, not missed, not love. Only haunted by the feeling of wanting to always see Giovani's face. Feeling comfortable around him, afraid of losing him.
More extreme steps taken in order to divert his mind from the feeling of longing, eh wrong means a strange feeling when you want to always be close to him. It even took a movie project about a coastal area that might spend half a month filming. Right, this one month the young man busied himself with his work, or can we call it a hobby?
What really happened to him to become what he is today?
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It all started 28 years ago. Where a woman is expelled by her husband in a state of great pregnancy, just because it has another affair that is pregnant.
True, the first wife was expelled in a state of near childbirth. Not having anything wrong just because accused of wanting to harm a second wife. Women who come from outside the island. Walking in a condition of injured leg.
There are times when dark greetings, rain stubs hit his body like millions of piercing needles.
His eyes stared at the sky, with tears flowing nonstop. Pregnant woman riding an angkot, to the nearest village. Wanting to save on living costs given his status as a driven wife, not a widow, but a beloved wife.
His eyes were unceasingly staring at the window of the public transport. Enjoy every drop of rain that falls. A moment thought in her mind, when she first set foot with her husband in this city.
Starting from contracting, to having a small house. And now they have various efforts, but the higher a tree the tighter the storm that hits it. When a third person entered their marriage, her husband remarried on the grounds of wanting to have children. But when she became pregnant, she was expelled on unsubstantiated charges.
If you are tired, just say it. His face was not as beautiful as a young wife. But he also deserves to be released to be happy. A husband who doesn't divorce her, but pushes her out of her life.
"This is the result, I should have stayed in the village with my husband. Simple life, no need to be rich. If the result is simply thrown away." his cry was heard. A woman who thinks destiny is her fault.
But at least he still has the child in his womb. The woman silently glanced at a used bookstore from inside the oncoming angkot. Her place had worked a long time ago, helping her husband's economy, when they were still downstairs.
The village woman who smiled."William, my son's name is William. He will not be a businessman like his father." he asked the fetus in his stomach. Wanted his son to grow up to be a man loyal to his partner.
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As the years passed, William grew up in a lower middle class environment. The mother works in the fields of people. While the child himself learns more, play shabby acoustic guitars and make woven baskets.
There are times when a neighbor's son invites him to work in the fields harvesting watermelon."Will's! Come with the watermelon harvest! More money! Than weaving!"
"You guys! I keep making baskets! If I come to harvest, my skin will be black." Say a boy who really keeps his appearance. Will be an artist? That's ideals.
To the extent that his new mother's lunch break from the fields coughed up water from her nose."Wi... William the boy had to be tough. You see Subarjo and Reihan, they-" the mother's words are interrupted.
"They are black" William said, leaving the mother speechless.
"Si*lan's son! I don't know where he learned to curse!" her inner mother tried to smile at her son diligently making a wicker basket. At least his son helped him like the other village children. Although not much, but his 10-year-old son looks independent.
A beautiful sweet face well groomed, really like a rich man's son. Although the clothes are just cheap clothes that one set cost 25 thousand. But her little son has always been a fashion trend. In conclusion, all the mothers in this village always buy their children the same clothes as William. To look the same as her.
Just imagine, when Erin (mother of William) bought William a set of black clothes. So the mothers in the village who have children of the same age, will buy their children similar black clothes. No matter whether it matches or not with the color of the child's skin, want the skin white, black, or brown mature. What is clear must be as handsome as Bu Erin's (mother William) son.
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And also when teenagers. His son has always been the target of women. Even though William's cold face never greeted them. Keep working and selling woven bamboo on the mongoose, after school. Just like other village children doing odd jobs just for pocket money.
"I'm the most handsome one here" he murmured glancing towards the mirror as he weaved. A little bit of a hair fix.
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But sometimes on rainy days. He had just repaired a leaking neighbor's roof. At that time he had stepped on 16 years, getting a wage of 15 thousand rupiah.
His eyes looked at the sound of the piano from the rest house in his village. It looks like a rich man's house. Teenagers who are really curious.
Trying his hardest, look at the form of a classical piano that he had only ever seen on television. Interested in a musical instrument with a beautiful voice.
A woman playing a classical piano looks the same age as her. His fingers moved quickly, unlike the pianists on television. Dancing with her nimble on the keys. How to play that does not mean. The girl's back looks straight. But slowly the melody stopped, a coughing sound was heard.
"Have called him?" ask a waiter.
"Already miss. But everyone is busy at the moment. Miss's parents brought your sister along. As for the young master--" The words of the servant-clothed man were interrupted.
"It's okay, continue your work. Get me some reference books and notes on my ledger." The words of the girl who turned her back on William.
Teenagers peeking out of the great wall of the resting house.
A while observing the situation, the girl walked into the villa in the end. While William gulped his saliva, really wanted to play the piano classic even if only once.
His face smiled full of plans at that moment.
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By night, the plan was made. The desire of young souls who are passionate to touch the owner of the piano, eh wrong means to touch the classic piano at a price that may reach hundreds of millions of it.
Walking in flip-flops. Quickly observe the situation. Jump over the high walls of the villa.
"I'm crazy! What if it's caught?" his mind moved doubtfully.
Until finally ventured, trying to touch the piano in the gazebo. The room is open in the villa.
A smile spread across his face. One by one try to press it. Looking for the tone while looking at the score. Quite difficult indeed, but high curiosity makes his fingers do not want to stop.
Until a security who came to rebuke him.
"Ka--" the security's words came to a halt. The villa owner's hand pulled him.
"Sttt.. leave it alone." The lonely girl smiled, watching what the young man was doing.
In the end the security left, following the orders of his master. The silent girl observed while hiding, thinning her lips held back her laughter. Strange behavior of village teenagers.
At least there are people who visit him, when he is forgotten. Letting the young man, wanting to see him back the next day. Will it come again?