"You're still curious, aren't you?" Charlos asked, rolling up the sleeves of his jacket, revealing the fine hairs on his hands.
"I still don't understand why you can't be seen together with Reva."
"It's because the reporters will make gossip about me. I don't want they disturbed my career or Reva's."
"I think, you must like Reva."
Charlos was silent for a moment.
"Yeah ... I like Reva so much," he answered carefully. "but I don't thing if Reva likes me too."
It was as if something had stung Rissa's chest when she heard Charlos confess his love for Reva. Of course, Reva is an artist, not like Rissa, who was just an ordinary person.
"You should have confessed your feelings to Reva." Rissa had to admit that right now, she had just uttered the stupid words. "Think about it. What if it turns out that Reva also has the same feelings as you? I think there's nothing wrong if the boss of Golden Group has an artist lover. Maybe your career will go uphill. If you really love each other, nothing will stop you."
Charlos leaned over, looked at Rissa seriously.
"So, you think that I should confess my feelings to Reva?"
Should she say no? It seems like it would sound pathetic if Rissa begged Charlos to confess his feelings only to her, not to Reva. By the way, she was grateful that Charlos couldn't read her mind.
Rissa nodded. "Yeah! Why not?" She forced his lips into a smile.
"Did you really see Reva that time?" asked Charlos.
"Yes. I saw Reva sitting opposite you in the coffee shop. I thing Reva's hair is shoulder-length curly and wearing a white shirt."
Charlos nodded. Now, Rissa looked more and more convincing. She remembered that woman was wearing a white shirt, though she didn't really see her face.
"So, if you've seen Reva that time, you still support me to express my feelings?"
Rissa looked at him in disbelief. "Are lose your confident? Come on! I support you one hundred percent," said Rissa firmly.
She regretted supporting Charlos, but she only thought that at this time, Charlos might need someone to convince his love for Reva. If Rissa can't win Charlos's heart, at least she can become his best friend.
Charlos cleared his throat. "Okay. There's no need to discuss it anymore. I believe you can definitely keep it a secret. Don't worry, I'm also a professional at work. I won't just cancel my contract, by the way."
"Oh, thank goodness." Rissa breathed a sigh of relief, although her chest still felt tight. So, she smiled widely. "Thank you, Charlos."
"Don't thank me. I think that's how it should be." Charlos frowned; that was making his thick eyebrows look very close to his piercing eyes. Anyway, he was silent.
"What's the matter?" Rissa asked, catching something different in her eyes.
"I'm surprised. In this day, there are still people like you. Am I the one who doesn't get along much or have I never really hung out with people like you?"
"What are you talking about?"
Charlos must have started mocking her again, Rissa thought. The wealthy man must have never hung out with a poor woman like her. That thought was apparent.
"By the way, thank you." Charlos sighed. He looked like he had just let go of a heavy burden. "You're the only one who supports me. Satria doesn't support me at all. You saw it that I ..." Charlos shook his head. "... I can't be with Reva."
Rissa was surprised when Charlos compared her with Satria.
"Nothing is impossible," said Rissa with a smile.
They were silent for a while. Suddenly, jazz music plays at a faster pace. Rissa couldn't help but move her head and legs.
Rissa just kept rocking. She couldn't hold it anymore. The piano player pointed at Rissa. Well, she chuckled. And then, she was looking at Charlos, who was shaking his head while frowning.
Suddenly, Rissa came to the front of the stage. Without hesitation, she grabbed the mic and raised her voice.
***
Charlos looked at Rissa in disbelief. He didn't know what was really going on in her mind. Jazz music that is uplifting and cheerful has hypnotized Rissa. Rissa duet with the guitar player.
Rissa's passionate and melodious voice filled the room. Well, everyone looked at her. The fast tone made her body continue to sway.
Rissa is a beautiful woman even though her hair is messy right now, but her tight skirt makes her look very sexy when her hips sway. Charlos felt the woman's life was heavier than his, but it didn't seem so when she sang passionately.
Charlos felt something in his heart jump up and down. This thing was the first time he had seen a woman who was so innocent, genuine, and very attractive.
Charlos shook his head when he saw the picture on his cellphone. He remembered when they had dinner at the French restaurant in a tense atmosphere and Reva's cold face when they arrived at the Borobudur Hotel in Jakarta. A few minutes later, he fled due to the presence of the media. He doesn't know how long they will continue this situation like this.
The bartender and several other patrons clap on the head, and everyone follows it in the cafe. Some people who knew the lyrics joined in singing and shouting.
That night, everyone seemed oblivious. An overexcited couple came forward and danced while the others started to follow suit. Charlos covered his mouth with his hand while supporting his chin. He didn't even want to sway.