When I Meet You
11: About Kaivan

As Kaivan said yesterday, now the man has taken Naya to a beauty salon to change Naya's appearance.

"Make this woman as beautiful as possible, this is the dress she will wear." Kaivan hands the totebag containing the clothes they bought together last night to the beautician.

Naya herself was sitting with hernds, before her face was polished make up to add charming—rambut Naya first in creambath to make it more manicured, although later will wear false hair with a different color than the original color.

After seeing Naya begin processing, Kaivan takes Nayra to the waiting room. Letting Naya be over by a hairstylist as well as MUA.

At first, Naya's black hair that reached her chest was washed clean. Wearing a very fragrant shampoo, even his head massaged slowly. Naya closed her eyes, enjoying a tinge of fingers from the beautician that made her head feel lighter. Apparently, like this is called creambath.

Back in his village, Naya had only seen small salons and she never felt how her service. The money he always made was nothing more for his family, he did not use it for things that were not important.

"He's very lucky to be able to get on Kaivan sir." While enjoying his head massaged, Naya opened her eyes when the person who massaged her asked.

"The boy's girlfriend from Mr. Kaivan, right?" ask again. Which this time made Naya grimace softly.

"Yes, I'm his girlfriend." Girlfriend pretends to mean it. Naya continued her last sentence in her heart. If the boyfriend is real, how could Kaivan choose her who is blurry and sleazy to be a girlfriend. To be a pretend boyfriend Naya feels inappropriate, let alone a real boyfriend.

"Sir Kaivan is already a subscription in this salon, Ma'am. In the past, his wife—mbak Indira also often come here. Only after the divorce, I never saw Indira come here again."

Naya nodded her head for a response. But it's also not mind if he told me about Kaivan's ex-wife.

"So, her name is Indira. Her name is good, it must be beautiful." Naya sat there while imagining how Indira looks like.

"So they split up because of divorce? I think his ex-wife died." Just blame the brain that thinks Kaivan's ex-wife died, after all, — how could a mother just leave her baby if not called God? That's Naya's mind.

"So the boy doesn't know? Looks like Mr Kaivan hasn't told you yet? I was horrified by rumors, that Indira's mother left Mr. Kaivan. In the past, Kaivan sir wasn't as successful as he is now. I know because I worked with him before working at this salon." Naya silently digested every word that came from the person.

"What's worse, Indira was left pak Kaivan after giving birth to his daughter. So, the daughter did not know the figure of the mother."

"In fact, before dating Mbak—, Kaivan was known to rarely smile, rarely speak, anyway it looks fierce. But after meeting his mother, I saw Mr. Kaivan change. Must be a very bucin Kaivan sir is the same as the Mbaknya?" Naya grimaced softly when asked about it, but her head nodded.

"I hope very much, the relationship between Ma'am and Mr. Kaivan is lasting. Continue, I beg the same Mbakya—do not stay in Pak Kaivan kayak mbak Indira. Poor Ma'am, that's why I was once a person who knew that Mr. Kaivan as if at that time. He was about to jump into the river." For this one, Naya was completely shocked.

"Yes almost, fortunately I'm the same work teams that others see it and prevent everything."

"I don't know if he's ever been so bad" Naya replies to be concerned about Kaivan in the past. Already abandoned by his wife, had to raise a child alone, Naya really did not get out of thought with the woman named Indira.

Blessed with a handsome and kind husband like Kaivan, even with a cute and adorable princess like Nayra—why can you leave both? What are the struggles of love and struggle when going to be a mother not felt by Indira? Naya shook her head in disbelief.

"After me, Indira is a model. Maybe he doesn't want to be burdened if he has children, so go." This one reason strengthens Naya's mind as well, maybe it could be the reason like that. As he had seen in movies or in the news, a model was busy. Especially if you go International. Having a child would hinder his career.

"What's wrong with having children? That child is a gift from God. If that's the reason she left because of that, I really don't think of her as a fellow woman." Naya nodded again. His heart felt sick when he knew Nayra had been suffering since she was a baby. It is only fitting that if he is with her, Nayra always wants to call her 'mama'. It might happen because the child misses the figure of the mother.

"No doubt, his hair was neat again. I will stay a while, Ma'am. I'll pick a good wig for Ma'am."

After the beauty, Naya's mind was filled with the story of Kaivan's life that turned out to have lost its direction. During these 5 years, that man must have gone through a lot of difficult things. Despite looking like she was fine in front of others, Naya was sure her heart was different. And maybe the reason why he has been single all this time, is because of his past.

"Why can, guys as handsome and as good as Pak Kaivan was wasted so. Ck, so girls aren't very grateful." Naya grumbled in annoyance, her heart suddenly hot to hear the selfishness of Kaivan's ex-wife.

"If I yes, be given a model guy sir Kaivan—fakal I love. I will not be in vain so, when else will have a model guy Mr. Kaivan who every day is beautiful to look at." Naya smiled to herself while looking at her reflection in the mirror.

"Well, this is Ma'am! This wig definitely fits Ma'am," said beautician who came while carrying fake hair with wavy hair cutouts and brown mahogany.

"The boy's coming here yuk! What does her face want to be dressed?" ask again.

Naya scratched her neck confused, she did not understand at all how to make up.

"Whatever, what's important looks good."

"Okay, Korean-style make up seems to be suitable for Mbak." Next, Naya was led to another room to dress up.

During the make up process, Naya did not ask at all. His mind was already full of Kaivan, even with poor Nayra.