When I Meet You
14: The Goodness of Naya

"Ah, finally. Come home here too" Naya said after she breathed a sigh of relief. Last night she couldn't sleep well, Naya always felt herself being watched at Kaivan's parents' house. As a result, his movements were not as free as when he was in Kaivan's apartment.

While Kaivan who stood behind Naya, accidentally heard Naya— mutterings felt bad. Kaivan knows, there Naya must be uncomfortable. Moreover, almost all night he still wears his fake hair, even with makeup that is deliberately not removed.

"I'm sorry Naya, but I really don't have any other choice." Naya instantly twisted her body, she was shocked when there was Kaivan behind her. Naya thinks Kaivan is still in the parking lot with Nayra— after she gives Naya an access code to the apartment.

"It's okay, sir. I sincerely help you, I understand—have a past trauma especially because of love, must make it difficult for you to open your heart again. So, as long as you have not found a suitable woman to be a partner Mr. actually—I am willing to keep pretending." Naya pulled both corners of her lips up, forming a sweet arch that gradually created a hollow in the cheeks. Kaivan only realized, if the woman who is the status of her caregiver has beautiful dimples if she smiles.

"Thank you, later on payjian— I will give you a lot of bonuses."

"No need to bother, sir." Naya is not good with the bonus that Kaivan talks about, the salary he will be given alone is more than enough for Naya. Especially with bonuses.

"It's okay, what's the bonus for now?"

"Oh, gaoh!" Naya refused. "Later then."

"Oh yes Papa, ajalin Mama Naya to bring a car dong. Bial later Mama Naya can take me to school," whine Nayra.

"Well, there's a driver. Mama Naya and Nayra are sitting pretty" Kaivan replied.

"No want! I want Mama Naya to be able to bring a car, so Papa is busy my— and Mama Naya can do shopping."

"OK okay, we'll teach Mama Naya to drive the car." Kaivan.

"It's on the laper, right? What if Mama Naya masakin Nayra's food?" Naya aligns her body to be in line with Nayra, rubbing her head gently.

"Nayra wants to be cooked what? Let Mama Naya makein" asked Naya.

"I want Mama Naya's soy sauce, can I?"

"By dong." Naya smiled as she ruffled Nayra's hair in anxiety.

"But now, Nayra went to the room and changed her own clothes. Later new to the dining room," Naya said to Nayra.

"To Mama Naya, Nayla change clothes first."

Nayra ran to her room. After Nayra's death, in the guest room there was only Naya and Kaivan himself.

Since the beginning of meeting with Nayra, Kaivan considered Naya very fond of her daughter. And just now, he had clearly seen what Naya's interaction with Nayra was like. Nayra doesn't want to be away from Naya. His daughter knew who he would be comfortable with.

"Aren't you bothered, babysitting Nayra also cooks? If you bother, no need. Let me call mbok Jum again make it here. Yesterday before you, Nayra and I used to buy fast food. So no one cooked" Kaivan said.

"Fast food isn't good for Nayra? From now on do not worry anymore, I can still divide the time to take care of homework."

"All right then."

***

A woman with a black apron was peeling red onions to make soy sauce. After being peeled from the skin, the woman put onions and other spices into the blender.

The woman is Naya, after she blenders spices—Naya moves to wash the chicken she has cut into pieces as she wants.

While a man who was none other than Kaivan, stood leaning against the side of the wall while watching Naya's cooking activities.

Seeing that Naya had enough difficulty to get rid of her falling hair blocking the view, Kaivan moved towards the woman.

When he was behind Naya, the man reached out to pick up the rubber band on the kitchen set door.

"If you want to cook, her hair is tied up. Let's not disturb, let alone block the view when washing chicken that smells rancid." Kaivan said as he collected Naya's hair and tied it together.

"Sir?" Naya suddenly does not continue her activities washing chicken, she is stunned by what Kaivan did for her.

"You can go back to cooking." Kaivan retreats. When his body was only inches away from Naya, Kaivan felt his heart thump.

Not just Kaivan, Naya felt her heart pounding. First, he was surprised when Kaivan was behind him all of a sudden. And the second, was surprised because Kaivan was willing to just tie his hair.

"Thank you" said Naya nervously.

Feeling that Kaivan was still around, Naya cooked awkwardly. He was like a cooking contestant that was being noticed by his judges.

"Before meeting me, you actually lived where Naya was?" Kaivan asked random things to drive away the awkwardness.

"I'm a nomad, sir. My parents are native to the Sundanese tribe, more precisely in Rajapolah Tasikmalaya. My initial intention was to wander, wanting to find a job and raise money for my cooking course." Naya's story just flows, while Kaivan is stunned by Naya's last words.

"Course cooking?" ask Kaivan.

"Yes, my dream since childhood was to become a chef. Because of my economic limitations, I couldn't take cooking courses to hone my hobby."