When I Meet You
2: The Difficulty of Being Naya

South Jakarta is currently at 32°C, even though the clock has shown at 16.50 WIB— but it still feels hot if on the streets like this. But it is not cared for by a girl who now does not wear a clown bear costume.

"Thank God, today I got the money. Hopefully tomorrow can be more," said the girl who is none other than Naya.

After he finished making money by busking, Naya counted the money made from busking. It is not enough for him to register for cooking courses, or open a business. But Naya remains grateful for her income.

Every day, the money that Naya makes accumulates to reach half a million. After half a million is collected, he will send the money to his mother in the village.

"Gue came home ah, so tired today." After putting the money that had been counted into his pants pocket, Naya walked home to her contract.

There was a 10-minute gap for him to arrive at the rented house. But when he arrived there, Naya was surprised by the presence of the contract owner who seemed to have been waiting for Naya to come home.

"Well, why are my things out, ma'am?" Naya asked while staring at her belongings and the owner of the contract took turns.

"It turns out you're not self-conscious? It has been 3 consecutive months of delinquent, now can-can you ask like that?!" The old woman with rolled hair was ruffled around her waist while looking at Naya with a puff.

"Sorry Ms. Sania, I know I was wrong. But give me a chance for one week. I will pay off the arrears" Naya pleaded with her hands cupped to her chest.

"Can't! Your contract will soon be filled by new residents. Now you better get out of here!"

Looking at the face of the fierce woman, Naya knelt down. He again begged to be given a chance, at least another week. If he is expelled, he will live where. Naya has absolutely no acquaintances in this big city.

"Please don't throw me out, ma'am. I apologize for the delay. I promise, I will try to find money to pay off the arrears. But please don't throw me out, ma'am." Naya cries in front of the owner of the contract named Sonia. He knew he had been waiting for months, but Naya didn't mean to pay at all. The money he had collected to pay for the contract, had to be used because the mother was sick one week ago.

"I'm here a kara, ma'am. I am also a child who is the backbone of the family. I ask for the mercy of Ms. Sonia, please give me a chance to stay here, Mom." Not seeing at all the touched look of Sonia's face, the old woman moved her hand to take Naya's bag and threw the bag at the owner.

"You think I'm going to melt with your crocodile tears ...." Sonia looked down on Naya. "Unfortunately not Naya! So, hurry up you get out of here!"

Naya stood with a limp body, she picked up the items lying on the ground. With a state of overcrowded heart, he then looked at the nanar Sonia who folded her hands in front of her chest.

"Hopefully someday, Ms. Sonia won't find a tenant like me again. And may Miss Sonia always have a lot of provision, so that she will never feel like me. Previously thanks for the ride during these 3 months, sorry if I made a lot of mistakes. I say hello to Miss Sonia, excuse me." Naya turned around after saying that, she walked while holding a large backpack and 2 tote bags in her left and right hands.

While on the other hand, a man who became the leader of a culinary company that has had many restaurant branches throughout the city of— seems to mince his temples slowly.

"Ck, choosing a babysitter is harder than choosing an employee at the company." The man is Kaivan Pradipta, his position as the main director of PT NK Food Indonesia is highlighted by the media. Moreover, his character who looks handsome and authoritative, not infrequently makes him valued by single women.

"Geez, I said Nayra didn't just need a babysitter. But what your son needs is a mother figure, Van. Lo imagine, he's from the baby only know lo as a father and mother. In fact, he is now in Kindergarten school, there he saw many of his friends who were delivered with their mothers. He's gonna want to be like that, Van." Someone who became a secretary and a good friend of Kaivan said Kaivan before.

"Lo knows for sure what I'm feeling, Sa. It's not easy for me to open my heart again" Kaivan replied. Past trauma, the reason Kaivan is still single for 5 years. Left alone by a loved figure, after they had a child— made Kaivan minded, many women have such personalities.

After all, he is not a man who easily falls in love. The love he had given to his ex-wife seemed to have run out in the past.

"Eat him you move on, Bro! Lupain the Indira," said Arsa Auriga—sah friend and personal secretary Kaivan.

"Gue's been missing him, what I'm hard to do is open my heart again."

As the debate between the two friends unfolded, Kaivan's cell phone rang. It turned out to be a phone call from ART at his house.

"Hello, Bi. What's up?" There was a panicked voice mixed with worry there.

"I'm going home right now, Auntie please give Nayra the medicine. Make sure he takes his medicine!" The phone call was cut off unilaterally by Kaivan. It turned out that ART at his home provided information related to the state of Nayra who suddenly relapsed red rashes around his face.

"What's up, Van? Nayra why else?" ask Arsa, be worried.

"The rashes on his face recur again, rich because of the sun."

"Yaudah you hunt home there! Poor Nayra, she needs you" said Arsa.

"Gue pull it off, Sa."

Kaivan hurriedly left the office, his head full of thinking about how Nayra could come back like this. In fact, he had advised the school of Nayra— not to let his daughter carry out sports lessons that allow him to be exposed to sunlight or excessive fatigue.

Because it is being hit by anxiety, even with a mind that branches. It keeps Kaivan from focusing on the road while driving. As a result, when there was a woman who crossed the street—he almost hit the woman if only not quickly braked.

"Revelation!" exciting Kaivan.