A few years ago...
Yustina, the only daughter of the Wijaya family, is looking at her wine glass. The sound of classical music melodies sounded melodious, the guests began to dance to the rhythm with their respective partners and only Yustina separated herself, choosing to sit on the balcony of the building while looking up at the night sky.
"Shit, I'm bored," she whispered.
She took a sip of the drink with pleasure, a warm feeling creeping up her dry throat. Due to her parents' business needs, she always had to participate in boring meetings and events like this.
An old man wearing a black tuxedo approached her, she was Agung Wijaya—Yustina's father and owner of a company that had just grown after experiencing the ups and downs of a business engaged in development.
"Yus, why are you here? Come on, find someone to get acquainted with," he said as he adjusted his tuxedo.
