I Just Want to Be Loved

Misconception

Cyka arrives at Mr. Joenathan's family residence. A house like a palace, the big building was only inhabited by his only son yes it was Fakhri Medwin.

" Come in. "tell Fakhri to Cyka.

When the waiter helps Cyka carry the suitcase into the house, Cyka still continues to be stunned staring at all corners of the room.

" Bi. Please take Miss Cyka to her room. " Fakhri told a servant who worked there.

" Good young master" replied the servant.

' What ? Madam, he just cut me off, madam ? what does that mean !' Inner Cyka.

As Falhri wanted to get out, Cyka stopped her steps.

" Hold on." Cyka.

Fakhri turned around, "What's up ?" tanyanya flat.

" What do you mean say that ?" Cyka asked hesitantly. He really did not understand the words of Fakhri who called her a mistress and also her cold attitude for no reason.

" Which word ?"

" Mrs, I'm not the hostess, you know that, right ? and again, why do you keep talking disrespectfully to me ?" Cyka sounded a little more assertive.

Fakhri smiled faintly, as if implied by the ridicule of the smile

" Stop pretending to be innocent, Ms. Cyka. "laughs Fakhri, " After teasing an old man who already has a son who is almost the same age as you, but now you're pretending to be a saint, with that pathetic look of yours. " Fakhri's words are very difficult to understand.

' Tempting the old man, pretending, what does he mean he thinks I've teased his Papa ?' Inner Cyka

' I hate women like you the most. " Inner Fakhri.

Fakhri turned around and planned to step out.

" But I didn't marry your father. " Say Cyka shouted a little. He laid his sleeping daughter on the sofa.

" My uncle and I don't have the relationship you imagined. " Cyka Continue.

" You're kidding me, and then the kid ?...."

" She's my daughter, not your father's daughter. "typal Cyka stopped Fakhri's words.

" Uncle Joe is just someone with a noble heart, he saved me and my daughter. Believe that our relationship is that limited. " Cyka was obviously at length, hoping that Fakhri would understand her words and stop misunderstanding her.

*******

At Risky's house.

BRACKET!

" Are you kidding me ? " risky snapped at Zion and some of her subordinates whom she assigned to track down Cyka's whereabouts.

" Find him immediately, or I'll finish you all off. "with fiery eyes Risky glares at the three men "What are you waiting for, get out and find him as soon as possible. " tell Risky.

" Good Sir. " Say the three men were compact.

BRACKET!

For the last 4 years his emotions have always been explosive, no one can tame him, when he is angry anything he can do.

" If she's Cyka, and she's really in town. I'm sure we'll be able to find her soon." Zion said.

" So you think I saw it wrong and just hallucinated !" Risky said with a glance, his eyes looking at Zion.

" That's not what I meant, Kiy. "

" Get out, I want to be alone, you better keep an eye on the work of those useless people." chirped Risky on his best friend.

" Okay.." Zion answered briefly.

' I'll find you, whatever happens, I'll bring you back into my life. ' His mind clenched his hands.

******

" Young lady, dinner is ready" said the housekeeper.

" Well, " answered Cyka, "Oh, wait a minute!"

" Yes, madam. "

" What's aunt's name ?" ask Cyka politely.

" I'm bi, Sanah mistress. "

" Bi, please don't call me madam anymore, because I'm not the mistress of this house, so you can call me Miss Cyka." explains Cyka.

" Okay, miss. "reply to bi Sanah.

" Mommy.." call Richa and rub her eyes.

" Hmm, are you awake ? we went downstairs together for dinner. Ouch.. mami's child turns out to be getting bigger now. " said Cyka while peeping her daughter's cheek.

" Want a fat aunt for a non Rich one ?" timpal bi Sanah's.

" No bi, let me be the same. "

" all right, miss. "

At the dinner table, Cyka celinhak dyed, looking for the whereabouts of the owner of the house.

" Bi, Mr Fakhri hasn't come home yet ?" ask Cyka to the waiter.

" Not Miss, there is no need to worry about the young master, miss, because he rarely eats dinner at home" explained bi Sanah.

" Why is that bi ?"

" Since the Madam died and the master is also very rare at home so the young master has not wanted to eat malan at home" replied bi Sanah.

Hearing the explanation bi Sanah, Cyka felt a little concerned about Fakhri, because basically Cyka's attitude was a loving and caring person.