When I Meet You
1: "Mom,"

"Aw, sick."

The catapult was floated by a girl, when her head was suddenly pelted by a pebble as big as her big toe by a nosy street kid.

At first, the girl named Nayanika Zora Anjani was walking down the streets of the city that every day increasingly crowded. The heavy burden he was wearing did not even make his spirit shrink. Only the head of the teddy bear that he tote after wearing it for 5 minutes. Of course, he felt claustrophobic if wearing the clown costume for a long time.

Wander with great hopes his ambition to become a chef can be achieved, but he was faced with reality. If a high school graduate seems like it, even with a difficult economy— makes it difficult to achieve the ideals.

Moreover, the status of being a child who only has a mother, who only has one child, also abandoned since childhood by a father—makes a girl who is familiarly called Naya must be bouncy looking for money for her survival and mother in the village.

Armed with a strong belief and determination, three months ago Naya went to Jakarta— - the place where many people were successful there. Instead of being able to achieve all his ideals, Naya could only work odd jobs. Yeah one of them became a clown like this afternoon.

"I'm so happy with my life, when can I be rich? What's good about anything is easy." A rough sigh escaped his lips, not expecting that life had always made it difficult long ago.

"Gue thought in Jakarta it would be easy to make money, it was more difficult," complained the girl again.

"Where today I'm so unlucky again, my head must be broken because of the bad boy." Naya groped her forehead, she hissed in pain as she pressed against the wound on her forehead.

When Naya returned to the streets, her stomach also sounded asking to be filled. Again and again Naya sighed harshly, lamenting her poor life. Had not eaten since morning, busking had just got a little money, then his head was thrown a stone by a nosy child. Shit, complete already his suffering today.

"Gue must cram again to buy food," said the girl again wearing a bear head on her head.

Coincidentally the vehicles were stopped because of the red light, Naya slightly ran to get to the ranks of cars waiting for the green light. One by one Naya came to the car while playing music on the speaker she was carrying, then her body was winding as if to follow the rhythm of music.

There are some motorists who are kind by giving him money, some are reluctant to give him. But Naya remains grateful for that. A difficult life like this, subconsciously trained him to always be a patient person.

When the girl approached a black sedan car with a famous brand that is Mercedes-Benz C-Class, which is estimated to cost almost 1 Billion rupiah it—Naya opened the bear's head. He was interested in the luxury car glass that looks very shiny.

"This car must be expensive, the glass is just so shiny like this." Naya was looking at her face in the mirror, she took a long look at her face which was visible from the glass of the car.

While a 5-year-old boy who was in the car, noticed Naya's activities with a big smile. How the beautiful clown reflected on the glass of his car, how his stylish hands, all of it recorded well in his memory.

"Mama" chapped the child in the car sitting in the back seat.

While someone who was sitting on the seat beside the steering wheel, looked back as his daughter called out the word 'mama'.

"What did you say, Nayra?" ask a man in his 30s while looking at his daughter's face.

"There was Mama, Pa."

"It looks like Miss Nayra called the tacky clown mama, sir," the driver reported.

"Russy?" ask the man called 'master. He did not pay much attention to who was passing his car.

"Yes, there was a clown bear reflecting on the back of this car."

Hearing the driver's explanation, the man named Kaivan Pradipta escaped a rough breath and looked back at his daughter who was sitting behind.

"He's just a clown, honey. Not your mama" he said slowly, for fear of making his little princess's heart ache.

"Had a millip, Mama, Pa." The adorable slurred sound made Kaivan pull one corner of his lips upwards. She knew that her daughter missed her mother figure like any other child. So it would be very natural, if indeed the child saw a mature woman and her face was somewhat similar to her mother—then the child whose full name is Nayra Ishwari Pradipta will call her 'mama'.

"Yaudah, it's up to Nayra to call that clown a mama or something. Now Nayra sleeps, yes, later when you get to the office—Papa wake up," said Kaivan told his daughter to fall asleep during the trip to the office.

Once he told, Nayra said. But sometimes the child is also a little stupid, such as difficult to take medication and difficult to limit his playing time.

Seeing how the little girl started to get closed with regular breathing, Kaivan smiled again. He was grateful that God gave him a gift in the form of Nayra, though he had to take great pains to look after his little daughter.

When Nayra was 3 years old, a doctor sentenced her to

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"Yes, hello!" Looking at Nayra's peaceful face, Kaivan's phone rang loudly. The man immediately answered his phone call.

"Gather his data on my desk, today I will also try to read it. Hopefully something matches the criteria I want."

"Okay, I'll be at the office soon."

Kaivan puts his phone back in his pants pocket, after he answers a phone call from his personal secretary.

Seeing Kaivan finished talking on the phone, the 40-year-old driver asked. "Master is still looking for a nanny for Non Nayra?"

"Yes, Mr. Maman. Nayra's nanny yesterday, claimed not to be able to take care of Nayra. I am sometimes always surprised, if Nayra with me—the child looks obedient. But what if she's with the nanny, she always acts up." The reason is, the search for a nanny is not once twice done. Kaivan himself has often changed caregivers for Nayra. The longest one lasted only for a month. The rest, they chose to come out just a matter of days.

"Maybe what Non Nayra needs is not a nanny, but a mother." At the words of his driver, Kaivan felt strongly shunned.

"I haven't thought about marrying again, sir."