When I Meet You
27: Indira Hilmani

Naya walks into her room in a hurry, her steps straight towards the closet to pick up a special outfit to become Zora Arsyila herself. Good clothes at fantastic prices Kaivan bought for her.

Maroon colored dress becomes Naya's choice, with a quick movement—the girl wears the dress she has chosen.

Naya glanced at the wall clock, there were already more than 3 minutes she was preparing. Right now, his hand quickly grabbed the fake hair that was used to cover Naya's own identity.

After making sure that the fake hair was neatly attached, Naya sat in front of her dressing table. Armed with a tutorial from YouTube about makeup, Naya tried to polish her own face with tools and makeshift expertise.

"His wealth is enough, my identity as Naya is invisible." Naya then stood up, tidied up a little dress and her fake hair again before she stepped definitely towards the living room— where Kaivan's parents were.

"You hid Zora in this house, didn't you?" Coinciding with a question from Kaivan's father, Naya comes up with the identity of Zora Arsyila.

"Little, Pa. Zora—"

"I'm here, Auntie Om." Naya quickly interrupts Kaivan's confused speech about what to answer.

Seeing Naya who had changed herself into Zora, Kaivan let out a sigh of relief. It was not in vain that he employed the deft Naya in all things.

"Zora's? Aunty and Om don't think you're here" Kaivan's mother said.

"I'm playing here, Auntie. Coincidentally, Kaivan masakin with Nayra, we even ate together. Uh no idea, there's aunty and Om coming. Then, it looks like we're all eating together." Kaivan held a smile on his lips as Naya really played Zora well.

"Oh yeah? Then come on! Aunt wants to try your cooking." Naya's arm was pulled away by the woman who had given birth to Kaivan into the world. Leave two men and Nayra who are following from behind.

If this had not been a play, Kaivan would have been much happier. Seeing how happy his mother was with Naya in Zora.

Upon their arrival in the dining room, the parents of Kaivan were treated to a view of various dishes that he said were made directly by the hands of Zora/Naya himself.

"From the looks of it, it's delicious, Pa" said Kaivan's mother.

"Let's sit down, Auntie Om! Please enjoy. If it's not good, please be understood," said Naya felt awkward. The woman also prepared two dishes for Kaivan's parents and then offered some of his side dishes to the old man.

"There's chicken soy sauce. Cuisine like this is Nayra's favorite, Zora," Kaivan's mother told Naya.

"Kaivan said so too, so I deliberately made chicken soy sauce specifically for Nayra."

"Zora is really the woman of your dreams, Ma? Be beautiful, smart, educated, from a good family, smart cook anyway. Kaivan, when are you getting married? I hope you can get married soon. It seems Nayra is also comfortable with Zora, so what are you waiting for?" Kaivan's father's words to Naya, were completely exaggerated. But in reality, Naya is not that kind of woman. If later the fact they were theatrical, what would they be angry about? Naya really can't imagine how disappointed Kaivan's two parents would be if they knew all these lies.

"We haven't thought about it yet, Pa," said Kaivan.

Kaivan only responded to his father's words with a smile, about marrying Naya? Kaivan did want that, but he had to finish this charade first.

There was no more talk after that, as Kaivan's parents were busy tasting the dishes made by Naya. The two old men seemed to enjoy Naya's cooking, seen from the look of a satisfied face and a nodding head.

While on the other hand, a woman wearing a gold—-colored long dress walked gracefully as she exited the ballroom of a five-star hotel. Her beautiful presence, made many pairs of eyes look at her without blinking. Moreover, they know who he really is.

Indira Hilmani, who had the stage name Indira Calista when she became a model— is known to various directions. His name is not only known in Indonesia, but in neighboring countries because it follows a prestigious event every year and always wins. If you do not win as runner-up, then the position is the first.

Like his dream first, who wants to become a famous model—Indira has realized all his dreams. But when his career was at the peak like this, Indira felt great regret for leaving his small family because he achieved his dream.

So after she successfully won various titles in the world of modeling, Indira wants to return. Back to his small family, of course with a dream that will never fade.

Regarding how public opinion will later know if Indira is married and has children, she will play a little theatrical.

"Lena! You said you'd send me a picture of my daughter, mana!" Indira billed an appointment from her personal assistant, Lena Marisha.

"Yes, Mom. I'll send a picture of Nayra to Ms. Indira" he said, immediately fiddling with her phone to send Indira a photo.

"I sent it, Mom." Indira nods at Lena, leaving her foot to get into the car. In the car, the 27-year-old woman was fixated on a small, smiling figure on her phone.

She is Nayra Ishwari Pradipta, her biological daughter whom she left when she was 5 months old. Seeing Nayra, Indira unknowingly glazed over. The little princess who used to be in her stomach, then she was born full of struggle was already big and grew into a beautiful and cheerful child.

"My daughter" the woman muttered as she wiped the screen of the phone featuring Nayra.

"She's so beautiful" she said again, peeping at her screen, as if Nayra was nearby now.

"Mama misses Nayra, Nayra is now beautiful like Mama, dear." Tears that could not be prevented from spreading just like that, Indira felt an incredible tightness in her heart. He who used to be selfish left the young Nayra just to achieve his dream.

"Nayra may also miss her mother, Mom. Would we rather meet soon?" asked Lena, who was sitting next to him.

"Later, Lena. I'm not ready to meet Kaivan, he must be very disappointed."

"Yes, I'm patient. Or if you want, we can meet Nayra at her school tomorrow. How's it?" Lena's offer doesn't seem to be difficult for Indira.

"It seems like your idea is good, Lena. Tomorrow we go to Nayra's school."