For Kahiyang

4. Proud Girl

"Hanna delivered Mama, huh? Papa's a little late for school" Inggrid told his only daughter.

"Tumben, Mama's going to take Hanna. Usually Mama is busy filming," said Hanna astonished.

Ingrid Mahira is an artist who often starred in many soap operas and films. His character is selfish, stubborn, arrogant and realistic. Hanna and Satria are very familiar with the character. And today, Ingrid is behaving like never before. Inggrid took the time to deliver his daughter to school.

"You have outside business" he replied. Hanna rounded her lips to form the letter O.

"Breakfast in the car, huh? let's not be late. Come on!" inggrid said to his daughter.

Satria who had just finished bathing, dried her hair and dressed neatly as usual. The choice is never neat or wrong. A set of all-black single breasted suits, perfectly attached to his body. Mature age, well established, having a famous wife and a beautiful daughter, what a perfect life.

Satria Arsyanendra, a male of mixed Indonesian Pakistani blood with a height of 187cm, has hazel-colored eyeballs, as well as black hair.

Satria is the owner of the leading International School in North Jakarta. His family is known as a businessman in the field of education or often called edupreneur.

Satria went down to the dining room, she had breakfast alone and went to school. Although Satria as the owner of the school, but he did not want to exemplify something bad or undisciplined in his subordinates.

"Morning, sir," said the main security guard.

"In the morning" Satria replied, raising her car window.

The car he was driving moved slowly because of the crowd of students who came to school that morning like him. Arrive at Senior High, where the room is in one adjacent building.

Satria honked many times when she saw her special parking area filled by a black sedan car. The owner is a beautiful young girl. But his attitude made Satria upset, the girl actually went running towards the Senior lobby.

"What the hell?" geram Satria's. Anything, he said. The car park is filled by another car.

Beautiful girls have no brains. Satria in the heart.

Satria chose to get out of her car, waiting for the girl to return. Standing leaning on the body of the car with his neat suit earlier. His car was parked right in front of the girl's car. And when the girl actually came back, guiltlessly asked her to move the car.

"Can you get rid of your car? I have to go right now!" protest the girl. He looks like he should leave soon.

Satria smiled sarcastically, "If I don't want to, what do you want?" his challenge. Satria felt the young girl before him lacked manners, talking to an older person.

The girl called him a crazy man, "Have you lost your mind?".

"Indonesian but westernized language style, and not using his brain. Beautiful capital is not enough, Miss, if your behavior is not polite like this," Satria pointed from the top of the head to the feet of the girl in front of him.

"What's? I'm not wearing my brain and not being polite? you've gone to far!" said the girl again.

"You don't realize what your fault is?" - firming up, approaching - "this area, the forbidden area. Only I can park here! understanding?" Satria was so close, saying with a sharp look.

"What evidence? there is no written sign or no parking is prohibited, except you! how funny you are!" abugn.

Satria hardened its jaws, full of neatly arranged minions.

The young girl got into her car. He's gonna crash his car into Satria's.

He honked three times.

"Hey ... You're wrong, why should I step aside? haughty girl!" sulcan Satria.

The girl continued to honk and Satria left her car there, without shifting.

"What the fu*ck!" back swearing, hitting the steering wheel. Then open the car door, lock it, chase Satria.

"Hey, old man!" - chasing, yelling - "are you pretending to be deaf? hey ..." Satria heard it but she didn't care. Satria kept walking in through the Senior lobby.

"Freak girl!" gerutu Satria while climbing the stairs up to the 3rd floor.

"Morning, sir," said one of his staffers named Iren.

"Morning," he immediately went into a large enough room surrounded by black glass.

That day Satria went well and smoothly. Lunch as usual, Iren delivered food to his room. Catering food from the school canteen.

"Satria's father, Ms. Inggrid is already in the lobby" Iren said at half-time.

"Together, sir." Iren nodded his head, closing the door.

Very coincidentally, Satria did want to teach the girl a lesson. At lunch, Inggrid contacted him. His wife is free from filming soap operas.

Inggrid picked up his daughter first, then picked up Satria.

"Papa," said Hanna, hugging Satria.

"My darling, Hanna. Sorry this morning Hanna had to leave with Mama. Tomorrow Papa promises not to get up late again," raised his pinky.

Hanna nodded and lifted up, linking her pinkie to Satria. "Yes promise?" said it.

"Yes, Papa promised." Satria raised Hanna, carrying in a sling. One hand holding his wife, got into the car.

Harmonious family, for the view of the people outside there. They keep the good name of the family and also the big name of his wife who is a famous artist.

Satria looked at her car which was still parked in the same position while she smiled her smile.

"Why is Papa's car parked like that? whose car is that?" inggrid asked, looking at her husband's car as it passed through the parking area.

"There are people who are parking, so Papa is parking. Teach him" Satria explained. Inggrid reacted by nodding his head.

Hanna sat in the back with Ingrid's assistant, Arila. Alphard's car kept driving out of the school environment.

That night they went to a restaurant for dinner. Hanna whines that she wants to eat out with her parents.

"Who, Pa?" ask Inggrid to Satria. Her husband's phone rang.

"From school, for a moment," Satria got up, standing a little away from the table.

"Hello, what's the problem at school, sir?" ask Satria directly without being stale. In the mind it is only about the state of the school.

"Anu .. This, sir. There was a woman who claimed her car was blocked by my father's car" he explained. The gafis were annoyed by Suryo's remark.

"I don't say. This is my car!" between the girls, the tone snapped then pulled out the key and squeezed it. "See! it's my car." pointed at his own car that beeped beep. Satri heard all the words of the haughty girl.

"Ah, right sir. This is his mbak car. How is this sir?" ask Suryo again.

"How do you ask how? tell him to come here. Move car!" usual again.

Satria who heard it from there, kept the phone away from the ear. The girl's voice was very loud.

"Just dong, mbak. Don't keep cutting! How can I hear Satria's talk?" his protest. The security guard named Suryo was upset.

"Jude, hurry!" his insistence.

"Yes, yes, mbak,"

"Hello, how about sir?" ask Suryo again to Satria.

"I'm busy. I can't come and take care of a little thing like this. Tell him to come back tomorrow morning. Or Mr. Suryo just take her. If you don't want to, order a taxi online!" tell Satria then close the connection directly.

Satria who was with his wife and son having dinner. Not to be disturbed. Moreover, he remembered who the school security guard meant. A beautiful girl who is haughty and has no brains. According him.

The day is crawling the night. The car carrying Satria with his wife and daughter and Arila, reached the terrace of his residence.

"Sir, there was a tow truck between the cars. He said his car broke down" said security at his home post.

Ingrid and Arila carry Hanna into the house without knowing about her husband's car delivered by tow.

Satria rounded her eyes, seeing her car was parked neatly in the garage.

To be Continued...

~ This chapter tells from the side of Satria (POV)