Either it was because Sonya was so sad that she didn't realize that the person she was talking to at the moment was the man she used to scold at work, or because she was too embarrassed to be angry in a situation like this.
But for sure, Sonya seemed to obey when Satya brought her, she even stood waiting in silence when Satya paid for his food, and again followed the man's steps towards the front yard of the restaurant with her face always looking down to hide her face because she had just cried.
"Sorry," said Satya to the girl when they were in the front yard of the restaurant. "Did you bring your car, or should I order a taxi for you, Miss Sonya?"
Sonya just shook her head weakly. Satya took a deep breath. Well, he thought, that meant Sonya had come to this restaurant with her partner—whoever that man was!
"Alright then," Satya took out his cell phone, not the fancy type.
He then ordered a taxi from an online application.
"Okay, we just wait here," said the man then, "the taxi will be here in about five minutes."
And so far, Sonya remained silent, lowering her face. She seemed to have lost her identity that had been recognized by Satya all this long, a girl who was so arrogant that she didn't let anyone say bad things about her.
But now, Sonya looks like a weak girl who desperately needs a place to lean on and needs someone to pour out her heart and complain about one thing or another about her sadness.
Satya took another deep breath to see Sonya's pathetic condition.
Not long after, the taxi ordered by Satya finally appeared. Satya led Sonya to the taxi, he even opened the door for her.
"Please, Miss Sonya," said Satya.
Sonya walked languidly, but before she got into the taxi she stopped for a moment, looking at Satya's face with great sadness on her face.
"Are you willing to accompany me, Satya?"
Satya took a deep breath. After all, he did volunteer for it before.
"Yeah, I will," he said.
Satya did not want anything to happen to the girl even though she had always been hostile to him.
Accompanied by Satya, the taxi finally left for Sonya's house in an elite housing estate, in the South Jakarta area.
Along the way to take Sonya, not a single word came out of their mouths, nor did the taxi driver. The driver realize that the girl had a red face as if she had been crying.
There was silence as if the taxi driver had not brought a single passenger with him.
Arriving at their destination, after the taxi had left, Sonya again asked Satya to accompany her for a moment to her house, and again the man agreed to the request.
For Satya, he purely only meant to help the girl who had lost her arrogance as he had seen so far. There is no other meaning to it all.
However, when he reached the gate of the girl's house, Satya stopped, like a confused person. However, there was still a snag in his heart. He knew that there was still hatred in him for Sonya.
"You don't want to come in?" asked Sonya in a quivering, nasally voice.
"Miss Sonya, I—"
"Please?"
Once again, Satya took a deep breath, and finally followed Sonya's footsteps to enter the house.
Why isn't there anyone in this big house? Satya asked himself when he was already in the house with Sonya. Doesn't Sonya have a housekeeper or a maid? Or maybe her family who live with her in this house?
Arriving in the living room, Sonya put her handbag on the table, she threw her body just like that on the sofa that looked soft and luxurious, face down, and sobbed again.
Satya could only take a deep breath. Well, she must have been devastated by what had happened—whatever the reason behind her bickering with her partner. However, something else suddenly appeared and was felt by Satya at that very moment.
It was the position of Sonya who was crying face down on the sofa that made Satya have to take a deep breath again and again.
The problem is, that the super-tight dress worn by Sonya is a different sight for Satya himself as a normal man.
Her back was so wide that even under these conditions Satya could confirm that Sonya was not wearing a bra under her dress. Then, the lower part of the dress itself, which was quite short, with the sudden prone position, the lower hem of the dress was pulled higher to allow Satya's eyes to see how smooth her thighs were, and how beautiful her buttocks were.
In fact, from his standing position, Satya could see the color of Sonya's panties, light pink.
Satya gulped by averting his gaze, pretending to look at the things in the living room. This was the first time for Satya to be at Sonya's house.
For a while, Satya didn't want to disturb Sonya, who was crying while lying face down on the sofa. She must have needed some time to muster up her nerves. And all that time Satya just stood still.
"Miss Sonya," said Satya when the girl's cries were no longer heard.
Sonya got up and sat down, she wiped her face which was getting red and wet with her tears.
Based on his sympathy for Sonya, Satya finally sat down on the right side of Sonya, again he took a deep breath.
"I've done everything for him," said Sonya with a blank stare and a voice that grew more nasal. "But, everything is meaningless, everything is still lacking for him."
Satya did not know how to respond to what the girl said. After all, he did not know about Sonya's problem at all, for sure. Also, Satya is not the type of guy who wants to meddle in other people's business, especially when he's not asked.
So, the man just sat quietly, listening to every word that came out of Sonya's mouth.
"The world seems to be laughing at me," said Sonya and smiled with her eyes fixed on the glass table in front of her.
In Satya's eyes, Sonya's smile looked so painful, so filled with deep wounds, and seemed to laugh at herself.
"And maybe," Sonya turned to her right, looking at Satya, "you're laughing at me too."
"Miss Sonya—"
"Seeing me as a bitch who gave her body to a man who had a wife just for the sake of luxury."
"No, I'm not–"
"Like everyone in the office."
Satya took a deep breath, he couldn't deny Sonya's words. That's the kind of rumor that always circulates in their office. That's what almost everyone in the office thought.
Well, she's neither blind nor deaf not to know bad talk about herself in the office.
"I'm sorry," Satya lowered his eyes. "I'd be lying if I said I don't think so of you."
"Yeah," Sonya smiled again as if laughing at herself, she wiped the last remnants of tears on her face. "Thank you for being honest."
"But," Satya said with one very long breath, "what I think about you, is all because of you who never seem to give me a chance at the office. You seem to be deliberately cornering me, making me always embarrassed in front of my co-workers."
And a moment of silence between the two.
"Sorry," said Satya later, "if I'm being too honest about this."
Sonya looked down, then she glanced again at the man to her right. On closer inspection, Satya was no less handsome than the actors, he was no less charming than any man, she thought.
"You must hate me so much."
"I don't know…" Satya sighed softly and long. "To be honest, I do hate you, Miss Sonya."
"I knew it."
"No," said Satya, "with this incident, I am rethinking my hatred for you."
Sonya's gaze seemed to ask for more explanation from the man.
"Sorry," said Satya. "I realized that there must be a good reason why you would take this step, or live this life, I don't know. However, if I were in your position, I would have to sacrifice a lot, just like you did."
Sonya smiled, took a deep breath, and then looked down.