Daddy wants to sell me. The last few days those words have been in Daphne Tjia's mind without stopping. The debt stated in the MOU of her father's plantation debt with Shining Urea Corp is too much, it can only be paid off if the plantation is sold. Matthew Tjia rejects Daphne Tjia's idea. It hurt her heart to realize how much the father loved citrus plants more than his daughter. The sexy dress she was wearing further deepened the pain.
Daphne Tjia is now in an Audi. James, Ansel Balder's chauffeur took her to the international airport. It took her a week to take care of her leave from campus. The MOU between herself and Shining contains a non-disclosure agreement article. This means that Daphne Tjia is obliged to keep her mouth shut and is not allowed to talk about anything.
"We have arrived, Miss Tjia." James turned to her.
Daphne Tjia is familiar with airports. Her family travels abroad at least once a year. It's all for the holidays, not slavery. Yeah, what's the name if you have to work for 5 years without pay if not slavery? With heavy steps Daphne Tjia descended. The driver got off and headed for the trunk, unloading the girl's suitcase.
"What should I do now?" asked Daphne Tjia.
"There will be someone to pick you up. Please wait," the driver replied politely.
Gripping the handle of her suitcase filled with clothes, Daphne Tjia surveyed her surroundings. Busy people passing by. Just like it, going somewhere. The difference is she's going to the death row.
"Miss Daphne Tjia?" A handsome man in beige Bermuda pants and a yellow V-neck T-shirt greeted him.
Jesus Christ, this man is simply perfect. His eyebrows and eyes resemble that of actor Jude Law. Shady, very peaceful. His nose looks like Ian Somerhalder. Not too sharp, but fits in there. His red lips are a sign that he is not a smoker. Then the jaw must have belonged to Robert Pattinson. Surprisingly everything seemed harmonious. His muscular arms are decorated with violin bow tattoos. Ah, Daphne Tjia wants to be the violin that the owner of the violin bow tattoos swipes on. Is Daphne Tjia dead and gone to heaven?
"Did you have surgery?" Too late to be embarrassed. Instead of asking for a name, Daphne Tjia actually asked if this handsome man in front of her had an operation.
The man in front of her just smiled charmingly.
"Come here, let me help you." The man took the handle of the suitcase from Daphne Tjia's hand.
The girl smiled as if hypnotized by the man's anesthetizing eyes. She walked with the man. stupid father. fuck that gay old Ansel Balder. Being with a handsome man is good for Daphne Tjia's eye health.
"Was the journey tiring?" The handsome man asked while dragging her suitcase. Very kind.
"Not really." A smile as sweet as peach tree honey spread across Daphne Tjia's face.
"Good then. Are you ready for Greece?" asked the handsome man.
"Ready." Daphne Tjia answered between conscious and not.
They continued to walk into the immigration room.
"Passport?" The handsome man's sturdy arms stretched out in front of Daphne Tjia's face. The girl reached into Dior's bag to take the requested documents. The Airport Officer nodded after checking it. Their feet also led to the concrete field. There are already available Boeing jets. On the fuselage was written 'Shining Corp'. The man was still carrying Daphne Tjia's suitcase while climbing the plane stairs followed by Daphne Tjia behind him.
The man carrying Daphne Tjia's suitcase smiled and sat on the sofa. Daphne Tjia's suitcase was placed next to the long sofa.
"Do you want to watch TV, or do you want to go to your room? Your room is already prepared."
The man pointed to the 70-inch TV and the home theater which was currently playing Blue Danube classical music.
"Room?" Daphne Tjia parroted. "Is there a room in the airplane cabin?"
"Yes. Bedroom. Maybe you're tired. Or want a massage? There's a therapist who can massage you. Try a Japanese Shiatsu massage." The man said. "Or maybe you'd like to take a bath in the milk and rosewater?"
Daphne Tjia scratched her head suddenly itching. Her father is clearly well off, but never been on a plane as luxurious as this with all the facilities provided
"Sorry I didn't mean to be rude, sir. Is this really a plane bound for Greece? Where is Grandpa Ansel Balder?" Daphne Tjia asked back still standing. She knew that thirty-five was not a good fit to be called Grandpa, but she was in the mood to make fun of it.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm Ansel Balder. Just call me Ansel Balder, because I don't deserve the grandpa title yet." The handsome man's hand reached out to shake Daphne Tjia's hand.
Being born in a rich family that often rides first class airplanes makes Daphne Tjia feel a bit big-headed all this time. It's up to you to be called arrogant. Since kindergarten, she has always been included in the ranks of classy children. Her friends could also be said to be from the upper classes. For Daphne Tjia, buying the newest Channel bag is as easy as buying a hot dog at the amusement park. Buying a cup of coffee at an expensive coffee shop like Starbucks is nothing to think about. She doesn't want to wear a dress she's already worn. In short all the dresses in her closet are the same as sanitary napkins: single use.
But look at this man in front of him. Who was a million times richer than her, wearing only unbranded Bermuda pants and a plain V-neck T-shirt. She remembered that her male friends who still ate from the results of licking their parents' sweat were more arrogant in style. As if you can buy heaven plus hell and its contents.
"Are you okay?" Ansel Balder's voice sounded sincere. No arrogance at all. Daphne Tjia's hand was still in their hand as they shook hands.
"I'm fine, AB. Maybe you need some water to think clearly," replied Daphne Tjia, still stunned. The man in front of her was not the kind of cold-tempered refrigerator man. Nor is it the kind of man who overheats gas stoves. He is an ordinary person with ordinary behavior. Ansel Balder smirked at his nickname. Geez, he thought Daphne Tjia was some kind of annoying cocky girl. Apparently Daphne Tjia's behavior was too childish. She said whatever was on her mind.
Daphne Tjia slumped onto the sofa, still staring at the beauty in front of her. "Can I just call you AB?" asked Daphne Tjia.
Ansel Balder smiled. Dimples adorn his cheeks. "Sure, no problem," he answered and went to the back of the cabin.
After Ansel Balder died, Daphne Tjia pondered. Not usually her tangled brain can be invited to contemplate. Mona spreads the news that Ansel Balder is a same-sex lover, so who his boyfriend is has never been revealed to the public. Daphne Tjia just believed her best friend's words. If she had found a man on this plane, Daphne Tjia would not be too surprised. It is precisely this man's wealth that is difficult to accept. This jet must be privately owned. If not, how could it be just the two of them? Only people who have a lot of money can buy a plane as luxurious as this.
"Daphne Tjia, this is mineral water. Drink it." Ansel Balder opened the plastic bottle and sat down next to Daphne Tjia. He held out the bottle to the strange girl in front of him.
A large gulp of water immediately slid down Daphne Tjia's throat. Like a camel, three-fourths of a bottle of mineral water enters her body.
"Thanks, B," said Daphne Tjia, looking into Ansel Balder's eyes. The most peaceful eyes she had ever seen. Chocolate and warm. It feels like you don't need a blanket anymore if you already have these eyes.
Ansel Balder looked back at Daphne Tjia until she felt the drums in her chest pounding. Ansel Balder's face drew closer to her.
"Please don't do this, I'm still a virgin," Daphne Tjia covered her lips and closed her eyes.
"I just wanted to take this." Ansel Balder showed a dry leaf he had plucked from Daphne Tjia's hair. "Looks like you need a shower."
Daphne Tjia, of course, keeps her body clean and smells good. I don't know where the dry leaves came from until they stuck to her hair. Daphne Tjia just obeyed when told to take a shower. She really needs water. The mirror in the bathroom is large enough for the size of the plane to show its reflection. She spent two hours soaking in a bathtub filled with milk and rose water. Memorable first experience today, bathing in the bathtub above the clouds. The girl had also brushed her teeth thoroughly, to get rid of the bad smell. The flight attendant prepared a sleeveless dress that was polite enough to wear. Now he is preparing to have lunch with AB.
Ansel Balder had been waiting for her on the couch earlier where they had almost kissed but failed because of the smell of his favorite food. Now on the sofa has been installed a folding table. Just as an airplane must save space, the table is made to be folded.
"Daph, let's have lunch first. You can choose the menu here." Ansel Balder pressed the computer screen on the small table that was directly connected to the pantry.
There is an American menu, namely hot dogs. Then the Middle Eastern menu in the form of young lamb kebuli rice. The Italian menu is spaghetti with Alfredo sauce.
"I want young lamb kebuli rice," said Daphne Tjia.
"OK." Ansel Balder then pressed a button next to the sofa until a flight attendant arrived.
"So, we ordered two young lamb kebuli rice and mango juice," said Ansel Balder to the flight attendant.
"Right away." A professional smile appeared on the slender flight attendant.
"Can I ask a question?" Daphne Tjia couldn't wait any longer. So as soon as the flight attendant left them, she immediately asked.
Ansel Balder shook his head. The man took a pen from the drawer under the sofa and wrote on a tissue. The plane was filled with CCTV and recorders. We'll talk later when we get to Greece. No question on the jet plane. Stupid. Who are they to install CCTV and all recording devices? So what are they going to do now?
As if he could read Daphne Tjia's mind, Ansel Balder turned on the sound system with the remote. Play songs from The Chainsmokers. Daphne Tjia stifled a laugh.
"Don't you like The Chainsmokers?" asked Ansel Balder with furrowed brows.
"Not my favourite, but I don't mind. I actually thought you'd be putting on some sixties music."
Once again Ansel Balder was made to smile with Daphne Tjia's spontaneous answer. Weird girl. Daphne Tjia doesn't seem to think that other people will be offended by her words.