First Love of the CEO

Disillusioned

Pov: Zee

"Zee, remember tomorrow you have an interview."

Syaif's message with a smile emot came in at 17:30.

"Yes, yes." I reply.

Not long after he called.

"Zee, take that chance to the best of your ability."

"Geez, my God, I will do my best tomorrow."

"But you're a slengean Zee, remember tomorrow's slack with neat clothes, grooming, combed hair, trousers of perfumed oil too."

"Yeah, Shayf, I girl know! definitely dong dandan if there's an important event in my life."

"But I know who Loe Zee, want not fit graduation? People are busy gyalon, you're not showering either, are you?"

"So much you are the same I am, no, I just shower ga kebayaan, after all graduation is not mandatory to use kebaya If, do not seem to be the kebaya they buy expensive." i chuckle.

"Yes, promise me, don't worry me, make the boss ka Laras fall in love at first sight when he sees you." now it's Shayf's turn to laugh.

"Eh, say to Brother Laras, thanks for the chance, I can't answer anything."

"Abserved, Non."

"Yes yes." we laughed together.

"Yes If, I took a bath, off first ya cuayang."

"The smell is here."

"You what?"

"Fish it's salty."

"Loe looks like an artist on television."

"Amit-amit. Take a shower there. Bye my love." she said with a amused laugh.

I couldn't get back, the song boy hung up on me.

Syaif, my childhood friend, we never make a fuss, he's a man who is understanding though sometimes a bit chatty.

To him I do not hesitate to tell what are the problems of life, even the most personal things.

Only Syaif knows how sad I am when Mama always compares me and Kak Dilara.

I'm a big boy who always gets used goods overflowed from my beautiful sister.

"Ma I want that doll!" I pointed a big doll at a store.

"No need, Zee, there's a lot in your sister's dollhouse." replied the mother without seeing the look on my face.

Unlike if Big Brother asks for it, anything will be granted by mama.

A festive birthday, a new bike, to the latest model of the matic motorbike was given by the mother when the new brother stepped on the High School.

That was also what ended up being a big disaster for my brother. When I picked up Dilara's brother was hit by a pick-up car, up to two of his legs had to be amputated.

He was depressed, when faced with the harsh reality of life, committed suicide many times, and I was back to being a victim in the disaster.

"That shit is you Zee, but why do I have to endure it? Try that time I didn't pick you up. I'm not gonna lose a smooth leg I know!" he snapped with angry eyes at me.

I can't answer that, didn't I ask my brother to come for me that day? Since when do you care about me?

Sister Dilara, yes, she's the symbol of a beautiful woman, her skin is smooth, her lips are sexy, her eyes are clear and her chin is perfectly pointed.

Black hair is long, melodious voice, and another brother Dilara has a very thin brain, he is a math whiz, a language whiz. And the others. If he hadn't been in an accident, maybe my brother would have been a movie star.

And mama? Yes, mama was the same, often venting that annoyance at me.

"Why didn't you have Zee's accident that day?"

I don't know, I always hear that phrase if mom looks at me when she's angry.

It hurts to the bone of the marrow. But I have to accept everything. Father said, a patient child must be happy. Hope you are dad.

Only you can understand my heart, but you can't do much because you're more dominant in the family.

Dad's face was always loving, his hands, chest and shoulders were so warm as they held me in his arms.

"Zee, make some warm tea for mama." Mama's voice boomed, blasting all my daydreams.