First Love of the CEO
First Meeting
POV: The zee
"Zee, don't forget that through the store, bring Daddy lunch."
Mama's message came in via WA, because lately his stomach often relapses, forgets to eat, and many thoughts so the main factor of the disease came to him.
Mama was so worried about Dad, but not me, the proof was that she never asked me if I had eaten or not, what or what, but .. ah, this is life, Zee, no, just enjoy.
"Yes." Yeah."
"Don't do it but Zee, mom couldn't love you this morning, your sister was warm. Mama can't leave him."
Mama's voice sounded upset, yes if it was related to Kak Dilara surely mama will be so, panic, panic, worry, anxiety and fear.
But if I'm .. ah, Zee that's it, that's the usual thing in your life, my mind keeps raging.
I don't know, I usually casually respond to all mama's treatment, no matter, don't I have a Dad, who is so and very dear to me, and anyway I have ... Shayf!
Ah, that silly look is now perched in my eyes.
"Zee, did you hear your mom's words?"
"Yes, ma'am yes." I said quickly, so that mama would calm down a little.
Ah, Padang restaurant must cross apparently, it is not so far from Dad's grocery store.
Our subscription restaurant, since long ago I was often invited to eat there, so that I could eat a piece of rendang or roasted chicken that really aromatic.
"Remember, Zee, if your mama asks, say we haven't eaten" said the father, as we headed home.
Dad, there's so many good things you've done to me, and that's without your knowledge, because you know you're gonna be mad when you find out we're eating out, while at home mama has left a piece of omelet, and a little fried chicken left over Dilara's leg for me.
"Later if our grocery store is selling, I will buy fried chicken every day for you, father's favorite girl," said the good man, who is also a big boy, when you see only chicken bones in the dish of the former Kak Dilara, while for me only left crackers and soy sauce.
"it's also good dad, I like it," I said, so you don't worry.
Her eyes were full of pity, the hand was caressing my hair lovingly.
"Dad knows, you are a child who does not demand much, Zee, whatever there is for sure you eat, but you also need nutrition, need vitamins, minerals, and all substances that will nourish the body, if you eat using crackers can continue later your brain to melt like crackers, hehe ...." Dad chuckles.
"Who said? there I can fly father, you can crackers lightly, lightly, and wushhh .. I fly," I show my hands like bird wings.
I laughed to see it.
"Father's daughter, you're amazing, I'm proud of you" he said, peeping at my forehead.
"I'm also proud of you, I love you, too" I hugged her body.
To be honest, sometimes I'm afraid, if one day I really lose this nice guy, and that means I have no one else in the world.
"Bring your father to lunch, Gadiza Zidni," suddenly heard the shrill voice of mama's cry that immediately disperse my daydream.
Almost forgot, that I had to stop by the farmhouse to buy lunch rations for Dad.
Surely I like to bring lunch with grilled chicken menu plus sambel chili Ijo his favorite, even if you know mama will nag without pause on me.
Kasian, this month I only eat spinach and tempe fried vegetables. What's wrong this time I bring his favorite menu.
The face of my father's face I'm meeting this afternoon.
"Ciiiits...!" The sound of the brakes screeching, almost a luxurious sedan cramped my body.
"Hey, you think this is the path of your forefathers." I snapped, as I slapped the door of the car that pulled over.
"You're the bosen living, huh? Silly young to commit suicide" he wrote.
"Imported cat, who's suicidal? You think I'm a coward, all suicide?" My eyes glared at him.
Very cute, lebay!
"What's wiry, never seen a cute chick?" manyu rough.
"Haha. pede really, you, use all the saucy," the young man laughed mockingly.
"Heh, laugh, you don't know who I am, obviously I feel cute, every day my father says that, Syaif too, you don't know me," I grumbled, saying, it was upset to see the reaction of a dumb guy like him.
The guy rubbed his nose with his index tip.
Dih, so dirty him!
From the look of his face and nose bangirnya I know he blasteran guy, plus his voice was berlogat English-style so.
"This is paying me some surprise money. You made me hang" I raised my hand.
Without saying anymore the guy threw a hundred thousand dollars in my face, without excuse the car drove away leaving me who swore a short length.
"Damn he thinks I'm a beggar, look out for loe, I want loe luxury car plate, asshole!"
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"Kok manyun?" Dad examined my face.
"So I met a crazy guy" I said.
"What's crazy handsome?"
"Beauty, yes, just his behavior is loh, Well, nyebelin, very rich cocky he," I replied, sniffing a cold tea bottle.
"Well, daddy's daughter is smart to infer someone's character now,"
"It's not like that, ah, let's not talk about it anymore."
"Can you eat this?" dad's hand touched the rice packet I was carrying.
"May, dad, Zee promised not to tell mama, besides dad must be kangen sambal chili ijo favorite father right?"
The man nodded.
"After that, I drank warm water, and remember not to drink too much enough."
"Ready doctor." Dad raised his thumb.
I chuckle amusedly.
"Zee, how's the job application?"
"Relax well, tomorrow there's an interview, doain pass ya." I'm leaning on dad's back.
"Always baby, make you father's favorite daughter." she stroked my hair.
"Hm!" I turned around to hug this frail body.
Should not have to work, at the age of 60 years, plus hypertension and ulcers entrenched in his body make the look of his face increasingly look old.
The fear came again, fearing that the time had come for this good man to leave.
"We cannot live, Zee, who knows if we are the first to die, not your father," said Shayf in my ear.
I hope my application to become a secretary in the property developer's office runs smoothly. I'll ask you to stop working if my salary is enough to bear the lives of both my parents and my older sister Dilara.
pray, Zee, Dad!
