"Crish, finish your work. Tomorrow continue again, your performance was quite good on the first day," said Pak Arman as he stepped closer to Crish. The old man had just entered Crish's room.
Chris smiled happily. "Thank you. I wouldn't have been able to finish my first job without Papa's guidance," Crish said.
Mr. Arman smiled proudly. It was not in vain that he educated Crish all this time, Crish really made him happy. This made Pak Arman able to strengthen his heart to give his eldest son an inheritance.
"We'll be home soon. At home, Papa has ordered the waiters to prepare lots of food. This is to celebrate your first job at Alexander's company," said Pak Arman.
On the other hand, Crish was quite surprised by Mr. Arman's statement. He looked at his father with a serious expression. "Celebration? Again?"
"Just a small celebration. Dinner with our family," said Mr. Arman soothingly.
"Oh my, this Papa. I don't want to bother Mama or Papa, but thank you," Crish replied happily.
Pak Arman reached out his hand and patted Crish's shoulder a few times. He did this as a form of appreciation and pride. "Come on, let's go home," he said again.
As Crish got up while tidying up some of his files, the box containing the ring for Lathia suddenly fell to the floor. The box rolled and stopped right beside Mr. Arman's shoes.
This distracted Pak Arman's attention. The man glanced at the box, frowning. Without further ado, Pak Arman lowered his back to pick up the box.
Crish held his breath, feeling quite panicked when Pak Arman found the box.
"What's this, Chris?" asked Mr. Arman while examining the object that was already in his hand.
Crish was confused to answer. A few rattles, Crish seems quiet. However, it seems Crish has to be honest with his father.
"That's the ring I bought, to propose to Lathia," Crish answered honestly.
"What?" Mr. Arman was quite surprised. He glanced at Crish, staring at his eldest son seriously. Crish was shocked by Pak Arman's gaze, it was very different from usual.
"Ah, I see, yes," said Mr. Arman suddenly. "Let's just talk about that, with our families." Mr. Arman then gave the ring to Crish. Without saying a word, Mr. Arman stepped and left from there, leaving Crish.
Cris took a deep breath. From his reaction, Mr. Arman didn't like it. But I don't know, if Mr. Arman told him to discuss Crish's wishes, there is a possibility that his wishes are being considered.
***
Asya sat on a lounger, on the second floor balcony. He was on the second floor for the maids of course. The girl looked up at the view from above. The range of view is quite wide. The city looks very beautiful from above. Asya can imagine, city light or city light will look beautiful at night.
A strong wind blew, blowing her hair. The girl really had nothing to do at the moment. He wanted to go out, but Alma wouldn't allow it. Moreover, it was already late afternoon, and night would soon come.
Asya immediately gasped, when a very refreshing mint aroma stabbed into her nose. The aroma that somehow made Asya feel at home inhaling it. The girl knew that Sean had the same perfume smell, the smell of mint. If indeed in this area of the house only Sean wears the perfume, is the man near Asya now?
The girl then glanced here and there. Walking towards the end of the balcony and popping her head slightly, Asya immediately widened her eyes when she saw someone sitting with her back to her. There's no mistaking it, it's Sean. Black hair and body stature make Asya sure of his thoughts.
Sean seems to be sitting on the roof, it seems he is not aware of Asya's presence. The girl was silent, looking at Sean's back. The man is seen holding a scroll and playing a kite. Oh my gosh, how childish.
"Come here!" Sean shouted suddenly making Asya jump. The girl immediately backed away and hid her body, so that Sean wouldn't notice her.
"Who? Who is Sean talking to on a precarious like this?" Asya muttered to herself.
"Tsk!" There was a click from Sean. "Asyara! Lia! Come here! I'm talking to you!" Sean's voice again, made Asya immediately gasped.
Asya could only take a deep breath. Yes, Sean is sensitive. The man was also intelligent and could notice the slightest thing. Just like Asia. Finally, the girl poked her head back at Sean.
"What's wrong? I don't think we have any problems," said Asya nonchalantly. He wanted to sell high, because Sean had put him down. However, it's no use either. Was Sean going to persuade him if Asya sulked? Haha, impossible!
With careful steps, Asya crossed the balcony railing, walking on the tiles slowly, until the feet hitting the tiles made noises. The girl then stood up, staring at Sean coldly.
"Tell me now. What do you need?" asked Asya to the point.
Sean did not glance at Asya, the man only focused on holding the kite string and looked at his kite which had already floated quite far in the air.
"I'm sorry, for my rude words at that time," Sean began. He glanced at Asia. "Sit down," he ordered.
Asya was quite surprised by Sean's sudden apology. The girl then sat down next to Sean. "It's okay," replied Asya quickly.
Sean smirked. "How naive," he commented quietly.
"What?" Asya raised her eyebrows, because Sean's voice was quite small, Asya didn't hear it clearly. "So... you came here just to apologize to me?" Asya started to change the topic.
"Seriously," said Sean. "Before you came to my house, I always sat here, silent. So don't expect me to do troublesome things just for someone like you," Sean explained.
Asya was annoyed. Again, Sean mocked him. It was useless for the man to apologize, because that was Sean's unchangeable nature.
"Ah, forget it! Well, I did come here to tell you something." In the end, Sean chose to be honest, even though at first he was prestige. The man then looked at Asya seriously, right into the girl's retina.
"I… want to continue our fake relationship." Sean said that, with a serious tone, even the man's gaze, made Asya even more transfixed, an intense gaze that could trigger her heart beat faster. The serious look that Asya had ever received was like when she was dancing with Sean.
Asya did not understand what Sean meant. However, the man looked very serious, making Asya's mind unable to guess correctly.
"Connection?" asked Asya, after the girl was lost in Sean's gaze for a long time.
Sean nodded curtly. "Honestly, Asya. I... feel guilty for you. I have also been honest with you of the risk if you are close to me. And you have accepted the risk from myself. The me who scolded you yesterday was the loser side of me. actually. Asyara, your existence has managed to make Lathia pay more attention to me. She even asked me about you."
This time, Sean held both of Asya's shoulders. The reel he brought with him, he kept it first. Sean looked at Asya closely.
"I want to make you a real girlfriend. No more pretending. But, with the aim of making Lathia mine. You can, right?"
***
~To be continued~