When I Meet You
3: First Meeting
Naya thought, migrating to Jakarta—dia will be easy to find money. But as it turned out, in a big city like this he had to be forced to get stronger again.
Since childhood, he did not know the figure of a father. And why did you leave him and mom. Every time Naya asks, where did the father go? Mother often answers by not knowing.
In the past, little Naya would probably always believe anything that came out of the lips of the mother. But now that he is an adult, Naya feels entitled to know the reason behind the departure of the father.
"Lord, what happiness will you give me? To the extent that, my life suffered so much like this." On the edge of the sidewalk, Naya spilled all her cries. About the feeling of tightness over the wounds of a child who lives without a father, about a child who has to grow up prematurely, about a child who bears the burden of family life from a young age, even about a child who must erase his ideals because of the rigors of life.
Behind the cheerful face he often shows when being a clown, Naya is just a whiny girl. Through all his troubles alone, he cried for himself.
During this 25-year life, Naya has only one friend named Lena Marisha who now knows where she is. Friends of the struggle who chose to migrate to the city like that, like lost swallowed by the earth after wandering. While lover? Naya has never had a man close to her personally.
His life seemed to run out with life problems and how to achieve goals.
"Where should I go now? I only have 50 grand." Naya stood up, the girl swept a glance around. A lot of cars go by and make him often have bad thoughts, to let his body get hit on the street.
But thankfully he still has a strong faith, because until now he has never done at all.
Naya walked in lethargy, moreover there were three big bags she was carrying. Because Naya is out of focus, she almost becomes a victim of an accident if the car that will hit her does not brake when she crosses the road.
Tin!
The loud sound produced by the car horn that almost hit him rang out. Naya's heart almost escaped from its place when she saw there was another 5 cent distance between her body and the car.
He was surprised, reflexively dropping himself onto the asphalt road. As a result, both hands holding a heavy bag become a pedestal—so make a wound in the palm of the hand.
For a second, Naya neutralized her crazy heartbeat. He almost flew if the driver of the vehicle did not reflexively step on the brake pedal.
While the driver who almost hit Naya, out of the car with a face full of eternal.
The man with a black tuxedo who looked handsome and handsome approached Naya, she knelt—making sure that there were no serious injuries Naya had obtained because of it.
"Are you okay?" ask the man.
Naya looked back at him, there was a pause of a few seconds for them to meet each other in silence. Before Naya shook her head answering the question from the man.
"Let me help you stand up." Naya was silent as the man embraced her shoulders slowly, but just as Naya was about to straighten her body— the girl's legs felt pain in her wrists.
"Aw," ringis Naya who unknowingly made the man did not let go of the embrace.
"Looks like your leg sprained, huh? You better come with me first." Furthermore, Naya felt her body float because it was carried bridal style by the man and got into the car.
Naya was silent without saying much to get such treatment, even with her bags that were also carried by the man.
Naya doesn't know who she is, and doesn't want to talk yet because she's still in a deep shock.
***
Upon arrival at the towering building, Naya was just about to speak.
"Looks like you don't bother, sir. After all, the accident also happened because of my carelessness that did not look around the streets. So I'm just gonna go." Naya was about to get out of the car, but a hand blocked her wrist.
"Wait on! I just don't want to be labeled as irresponsible. You just follow what I say," he said, then got out of the car and circled his car to open Naya's door.
"E-eh What are you doing?" Naya was alert when the man looked down, then put one hand behind the folds of his legs and one hand behind his nape.
"You're hard to walk because of a sprain, so allow me to take you like this." Now Naya's heart is racing no longer because it almost hit, but because it is close to the opposite sex— even he can breathe the fragrance that emanates from the clothes worn by the man who was carrying her.
"Gue is no longer a dream, is it? Carrying a prince like this?" Naya nodded, she very clearly saw that handsome yet cold look.
He had to admit, Naya even forgot about her problem that had been thrown out of her contract— after she met this foreign man. How the man treated her well, made Naya not at all think a no-no.
When the man took her into the elevator, Naya was still in her cradle. But he hid his face in the neck recess because there were many gazes that judged him.
"Who's the girl he's carrying?"
"Is he Mr. Kaivan's new girlfriend?"
"If it's her new boyfriend, why so close?"
It was more or less like that whisper from the person in the elevator with him. But the man who was carrying her, was deaf to their words.
Until it was time for the elevator doors to open, Naya could finally sigh in relief.
After passing through one hallway, they finally arrived at the intended unit.
While waiting for the apartment door to open, suddenly the stranger interrupted Naya. "Don't put it to heart, the words of those mothers who call you dirty."
Naya was made to laugh with her words. "I'm so close, sir. It's natural that mothers say that."
Once inside, Netra Naya is presented with all the luxuries of the interior, even with sophisticated electronic equipment. He was placed on a sofa that was very soft, even more soft many times than his foam mattress.
"You wait here! I'll call my ART to treat you" he said, which Naya immediately accepted.
After the man died, Naya circulated the view to the entire living room of the apartment.
"So this is what an apartment is called? The effect is like a contract, only for the elite class."