Married Senior Cunning

Chapter 1

Matchmaking. A rather boring word to hear.

"Like the time of Siti Nurbaya."

That's how the curse comes out of the mouth of this hazel-eyed girl named Kyla Fizeta as her mother continues to urge her to get married. He was only nineteen years old. It's still very young to get married, isn't it?

Honey, inevitably, this only child of a wealthy family should be his father's business tool. Otherwise, they could be on the verge of bankruptcy.

"What's wrong with a match?"

The girl pouted hearing the rebuttal from her mother.

"He was handsome, the son of a rich and famous man, polite, and kind-hearted," explained Kyla's mother; salma.

"good hearts? I don't know what he's doing, Mom."

"Already, don't argue! I know what he's like."

"Mom, Kyla knows who he is. He's arrogant, he—"

"Recycle your food first, Kyla!" salma.

Kyla. He held his fork and knife firmly. His raging thoughts and refusing made him unconscious that the meat on his plate had been a victim of his emotions.

Basic, senior sucks! kyla's mind is upset.

***

At one o'clock in the afternoon, a man was sipping a glass of black coffee while sitting in the corner courtyard of the cafe. The table in front of him contained piles of paper with the logo of the university where he studied. He no longer cared about the few sheets of paper that were carried by the wind to and fro. The coffee had even started to cool, when only ten minutes he was here.

The man is massaging his temple. The tasks given by his lecturer are not worth the time he has to work on them.

'Drr!'

He glanced at his mobile phone vibrating on the table. His eyes rotated when he saw who was calling him.

"Hello, Dad."

"Caesar, have you met the girl I told you about?"

"Kyla Fizeta's. Why did Caesar look for that name? Marriage is not by force, Dad," she argued.

"Then, don't you want to be the heir to the Leogarda Company?"

The 22-year-old closed his eyes. He could not deny this, but he could not accept his father's strange ridiculous bin condition either.

"You're going to continue to be CEO, right?"

"Yes, Dad," he replied slowly.

"Then accept this match. Kyla's the daughter of a famous family."

"I don't know who Kyla is, Dad. In fact, on campus he's not as famous as you often say" Caesar argued.

"It's okay. I'm sure you'll like it later."

Caesar scratched his head curiously. Her soft and somewhat blond hairstyle was becoming a mess now. He did not know with words moreover he could convince his parents this.

"Well, Caesar is single. But that doesn't mean you should find a girlfriend, too, dong, well," Caesar protested.

He got out of his chair and squatted on the floor. His hand scavenged his scattered papers and arranged them again on the table. Of course, he did it because cafe visitors who reprimanded him through eye codes.

Damn, Caesar never likes to be told. But, because his hard heart is chaotic, he can lower the ego. Funnier.

"The girl you picked wasn't ugly. She's beautiful, I've seen her in person."

"Continue?"

"Yes, it's your job to just marry her. He was patient and loved a child. Only he can certainly assuage your selfish nature, Caesar."

"Dad doesn't understand. Caesar won't marry without love."

"That's it. I'm sure you'll fall in love at first sight if you see her later."

Caesar sculpted, as his calling was severed unilaterally by his father; daniel Leogarda.

"Dad knows," he murmured.