Part 33.
The CEO lifted his head and looked up at the terrace, we stared at each other. He saw his hand typing something into the cell phone he was holding. I immediately turned my gaze to the novel I was reading.
I wish the CEO sent me a message. But a few minutes passed, and no messages came to my cellphone. But he still focused on looking at his cell phone, maybe he was watching or chatting with friends.
Hm, I better go into the room. It's useless reading novels, my mind can't concentrate anymore. I feel sad when the CEO ignores me. Usually, we tell each other about daily activities. Especially when you want to sleep, the most fun is chatting.
Since the CEO's arrival that night, his attitude has changed towards me. It's rare to send messages. I was the first to invite him to chat, then he replied. When asked, the reason is always busy.
Maybe the CEO was offended by your question. It's like accusing indirectly that the CEO is lying. Papa also did not explain anymore to Mother. Don't want to discuss the matter, for fear that Mother will be angry again.
Instead of thinking about romance, I'd better focus on preparing for graduation. I want to wear a fancy kebaya, which my mother designed for me. Tomorrow, Mother and I will go to the boutique to measure our bodies, so that the kebaya is suitable for use at graduation.
Derrtt... derrtt...
An incoming notification from a green app. As soon as I read there was an unknown number writing a message.
["Good night, dream of me in your sleep, yes!"] he wrote.
["Who is this?"] I asked.
["I admire you,"] he replied.
I didn't reply to messages from that number. Duh, who else dares to interfere with my life? Really cowardly, and always send messages without a clear profile.
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I'm more interested in opening social media applications in blue. Seeing and reading the status of friends makes these eyes sleepy. I put the phone on the table, then pulled the blanket up to the limit and began to close my eyes.
I woke up from sleep, because of coughing. When I was about to get drinking water, I found that the glass was empty, I forgot to fill it before going to bed. I faintly heard a voice from the next room, it seemed like Mother and Papa were fighting. They must have discussed the woman's problem.
Slowly I left the room and headed for the living room. There is a drinking water dispenser available. The sound of water flowing into the glass made the voices of Mother and Papa no longer heard.
I walked back to my room with a glass of water to drink. After closing the door, I looked at the clock on the wall it was midnight. That means I've been asleep for two hours, but it feels like it's only been a while.
Suddenly, prangg...
The sound of broken glass came from Mother's room. I jumped out of bed and opened the door. At the same time, Papa came out of the room.
"What's the matter, Papa?" I asked worriedly.
"This is your mother hitting the glass, the glass shards hit her hand!" Papa explained as he went downstairs to get the first aid kit.
I went into Mother's room, she was wincing in pain. I wonder why there is a thin scratch on his wrist.
"Mom... what's wrong? Why are you fighting in the middle of the night?" I don't want to mince words anymore, because it's dangerous.
"Don't hurt yourself like this! Everything can be discussed nicely!" I said angrily.
Mother was just silent hearing my anger, from the corner of her eyes, flowing fine grains. It wasn't long before he heard the sound of crying. I immediately hugged my mother and comforted her.
"Mom, don't do this again, okay? Everything that happens is a trial in our family. You don't give up, there is Zaa who always defends you!" I persuaded.
With the sound of the door opening, Papa came with a medicine box. I wiped my mother's tears and then allowed me to leave the room.
"Zaa, back to the room, yes, Bund! Don't cry anymore!" I said while kissing his cheek.
Papa immediately sat beside Mother, he treated the scratches on Mother's hand. Then rubbed the wet cheek and kissed it. Seeing this scene, I felt relieved I immediately closed the door to his room.
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The next day...
This morning after breakfast, Mother and I will go to the boutique to measure our bodies. The kebaya dress that Mother promised will be sewn soon. After Papa, Bro Rey, and SisMona left for the office. We immediately cleaned up, Mother brought a large bag filled with a cloth to make kebaya and batik skirts.
Today I drive my own car, usually, Mother is delivered by Mr. Dirman using an office car. It's been a few days, Papa asked to be accompanied by a driver, who usually drives himself. The reason is not feeling well.
When I entered the garage to heat the car engine, I saw the fence in front of the CEO's house was open. But the CEO's car is nowhere to be seen, no. I usually go to work in the morning, I thought. I stood behind the fence and looked around the house.
Not long after the end of the housing, there was the sound of a car, it was the CEO's car. I'm still peeking from behind the fence. It turned out that the CEO came back again, then got in with his car. When Indra was about to close the fence, I dared to ask.
"Indra... Wendy didn't go to work, did he?"
"Ehh, Zahra, just surprise me! Why are you hiding behind the fence?"
"Yee, who's hiding?" I answered slowly.
"Oh, yes, today Bro Wendy is not working! He is sick, last night her body was warm! Just came from the clinic for treatment!" Indra explained.
"Oh, I see," I said.
Indra immediately closed the fence and disappeared behind the door of his house. I grabbed my phone and opened the green app. There is a story on the CEO's status, he sent photos of drugs and face emojis using masks.
To be continued...