Leaning My Naughty

The birthday of Satria

The main company Damrah Groub.

The towering building, Bak clawed the sky above the clouds. The building covered by thick glass looks so majestic and dashing. In the highest room special President Director Damrah Groub, Arnel Harviz Damrah.

He sits on his big soft seat and can rotate 360° it. With a black suit that made Grandpa look very charismatic.

A blue-tuned dongker approaches, he is Arnel's personal secretary.

“Master, is it true, I did not prepare the agenda for the birthday celebration of Young Master Satria this time?” his question came back, he was filled with doubt since then.

Usually, every year Arnel will celebrate Satria's birthday in a big way, he will rent luxury places, sometimes in hotels, beaches, lakes, peaks or places that are requested Satria. Invite colleagues, some important employees, clients, and others.

“Iya.” replied Arnel, still busy fiddling with the laptop on his desk.

His Personal Secretary, scratching his non-itchy head. Still can't believe it.

“Do your other work, Satria does not want to celebrate his birthday this time.” continued Arnel.

“Good, Mr.” The secretary returned to her desk and did her job as usual.

The crane! The crane! Mobile Arnel beeping.

[Wa'alaikumsalam, Yes, Papa is fine. How are you doing there?]

[Thank God, then. Papa wishes you to go home, however you are our only daughter, we miss you.] Arnel said slowly, his chest rumbling, holding back a puddle of tears.

[Papa loves you too, dear. Go home quickly]

[Yes, Satria is not celebrating her birthday this time. He must miss you, you know how the boy is.]

[Okay, darling, Love you too.] The phone call was terminated.

Arnel stroked his face. Her only daughter, Humaira Anjani Damrah. Since the death of Ari Damrah, Humaira was rarely at home, even after that, followed by the death of Grand Eldo Damrah, his father Satria.

“May you be well in my daughter's country...” he said.

**

The ELV SCHOOL.

Satria's friends begin to ask, why Satria's birthday invitation they have not got, they ask Akbar and Jimi.

“Ah, I can not eat good food elite class deh, even though I hope to eat satisfied this time.” said young man with fertile body.

“You're here, just eat your mind.”

While Satria is cute and does not care. He sat leaning against the chair, putting the handset in his ear.

“Sat, kids are noisy! Why not have a small party?” ask Akbar.

“They don't matter!”

“You are, so arrogant! In this world, we live in need of each other. Ki...” Akbar's speech was truncated.

“I don't need them, just the two of you I need.”

“Satriiiaa, suddenly I immediately fell in love with you.” Cuddling Satria spoiled because touched, so did Jimi also follow the gemoy.

“Please!” Looked at them both.

They were still tightly hugging Satria, not caring about that sharp gaze.

“Already?” tanya Satria was uncomfortable, after a few seconds Jimi and Akbar hugged.

**

Day H, Satria's birthday.

The house has been beautifully decorated by the servants in gotong royong. For the first time ever, the house was used for a birthday party. Usually only selected servants who participate in Satria's birthday, such as in hotels, peaks, beaches and lakes. While others can only see the video and hear the story to the story of the waiter present.

Nurbaya was also busy sewing something new she bought with her hands since the early hours of the morning.

The white flowers and balloons are arranged as beautifully as possible. The waiter was getting ready with their best wear, and Jimi and Akbar were on their way home in formal attire.

Satria in a silver suit, hair in a neat comb to the back, makes it look like a professional Korean model. Understandably, Satria is of Indonesian-Korean descent. His father is Indonesian, his mother is Korean.

“Young Master is very handsome once.” praise Bi Mona.

“Very handsome.” nods agree more.

Large and high cake in the front, as well as other snacks. Satria sat in front of the cake with her magnificent chair. The Prince is occupying his seat of power.

The show also began.

Not to forget, special gifts from Humaira, as well as Arnel and Aira. The three of them gave a fairly extensive land deed. Nurbaya gave the last gift.

Satria smiled, but she still saw the clock in her hand, who she was waiting for. Until the show was over and the night was late. The one he was waiting for did not come.

Satria went inside her room, assisted by Bi Mona who carried many parcels.

“Help me open, Bi. Except this.” He set aside a gift box from Nurbaya, immediately hid it.

Bi Mona helped open all the gifts.

“Wah, this is good.”

“Lucan.”

“This definitely fits.”

Blah...Blah..Blah... Ciloteh Bi Mona praised all the gifts given to Satria. They were so fond of the Young Master, in view of the gifts they gave.

“Save all there, Bi.” pinta Satria again, after opening all the gifts.

“There are many, Bi. Then I sleep first.”

“Alright, Young Master. Excuse me.” Bi Mona is gone.

Satria cleaned himself, then laid his body to sleep.

**

In the room, Nurbaya had cleaned herself, tried to sleep, but could not. He still remembered clearly, Satria was like waiting for someone.

“Who is waiting for that Naughty Boy? Is her boyfriend?” nurbaya.

“Wah, severe boyfriend, on his girlfriend's birthday show, he did not come, do not get amuk same Satria deh tu girl!”

“About, what's it like, his girlfriend that Naughty Boy?”

“Lain times, I'll prank them.” Nurbaya smiled small.

**

Morning time.

Satria's dull face has welcomed Arnel and Aira. I don't know what made the young man upset. 'Wasn't his birthday last night festive?'

“Why are you, honey?” ask Aira.

“Not why-why.” sahut pout.

“If not why-why, why your face in the bend, let alone your lips forward like that.”

Satria was silent, still eating his toast.

'Is this related to Nurbaya?' Arnel and Aira compactly thought.

“Bi, Where is Nurbaya?” aira shouted at Bi Mona who was in the distance from the dining table.

“There is in Madam's backyard, do I need to call?” ask Bi Mona.

“Not working, Bi.” Satria.

“You sure you're okay, Darling?” ask Aira again.

“Ya.”

Then silence.

“I don't like land deed gifts.” said Satria suddenly.

Arnel and Aira were stunned. “Why?”

“Because I want another gift. As I asked that time, I wanted something.”

“What gift?”

“Promise will comply?” ask Satria full of search.

“Sure, if we can make it happen.” said Arnel.

Satria smiled.

***