The Long Way to Be a CEO

Surprise

The bus sped up to exit the toll, and continued through the road that was only enough for two cars. However, the driver did not intend to just slow down the speed of the bus we were riding. Several times the woman beside me was awakened from her sleep because the driver who was too late to struggle with the street situation that began to crowded, there was a little anxiety that I felt, she said, but we should pray that we all survive to our destination.

The hot sun outside was so stinging, the heat was felt up to the bus, even though it had turned on the AC, but the heat we felt was still there and made the sweat pour. I wiped some sweat from my forehead with a piece of tissue, it was amazing this time. If not to meet prospective in-laws, I would not be willing to take the time to go to a place this hot.

For the love of heart, wherever I go.

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At 14:05 I entered the harjamukti terminal to drop off the passengers, but the only thing out was me and my innocent girl on the bus. The rest continued on their way to the next town. I came out with a forehead and a humduk that was covered in sweat, and, the scorching heat of the sun did not dampen my further steps leading to a simple coffee shop ordering packaged coffee brewed complete with a lot of ice cubes, enough to quench thirst during the day.

“Where are you going mas?” ask a father of 50 years beside me who is eating fried bakwan, possibly a motorcycle taxi driver, has been a regular offer of services to the shop visitors who are not far from the bus terminal.

“I ma to the harp area pak” said I replied to the father's question.

“You want me to take her? I know very well situ” area here he began to offer his services, without a Wide Length.

“Bby sir. but later yes, I still want to copy first nih” said me while smiling at him.

“Oh monggo mas, I waitin”.

Maybe because I am still Tired, so do not want to be too rushed and also somewhat hesitant if at home prospective in-laws have to smoke and behave this relaxed. More precisely I try to enjoy the atmosphere of the city of Cirebon with all its local wisdom, although only a stopover in a simple coffee shop with a few ojekers and also the construction workers who are still wearing helmets snagged project cover the head.

My mind is adventuring indeterminate direction thinking about all the possibilities that occur when later meet Indira and also his family, there is a little fear if my arrival even causes problems. However, I came also because of the invitation from the father of my future wife. When we met some time ago we had exchanged phone numbers and I had told him that he would come today to his residence in Puri Permata Indah and he agreed with my arrival.

But I miscalculated. It turned out that Indira was invited today to come home and maybe it will be a little shock to see me coming openly.

Indira's father seems like a freak.

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“Halo.. nak sharon, have you arrived in Cirebon?” His father Indira called me and asked me about my arrival today to his house.

“Already sir, just arrived at the terminal. In a moment I go to the house of mr” said I reply to his question with a little nervous and suddenly my heartbeat is not strange.

“Alright, you're soon home, just now Dira also called, he's arrived.”.

“Good sir, I am there now”. I ended the call and asked the taxi driver to take me to the location I was going to.

About 7 KM the distance I had to travel. Crossing the market is quite crowded, and of course there is congestion as well as in the Capital City, but not so long. It only takes about 40 minutes to arrive.

After I was done with the administration, I walked towards the house in block A number 9. It is located quite close, located near the lake which is the main view of this complex.

When walking through the complex area, it feels very different from walking outside earlier. It is very calm and fresh air too, shady trees almost cover every road to housing and also a lake with clear water highlighted directly by sunlight reflecting the green colors of the tree leaves that grow around it. So amazing!.

"Sorry, who are you looking for?” Asked a maid who was about 50 years old, welcomed me to Indira's house.

“I want to meet Mr Danang, Is this his home?”

“Pak Danang asked me to come to his house” further explained about my current arrival.

“Mas Sharon huh? Father just arrived. Monggo in, Mas already awaited the father in the family room. let me inter”. I just nodded slowly at the change in attitude that had seemed suspicious of me now being polite and gentle.

Passing through several rooms, I was taken to a spacious family room with a luxurious brown sofa and there his father Indira was waiting.

“This is to sit..” I also approached and shook the hands of this old man. His wrinkled face exuded a sense of delight at my arrival.

It seems like a good sign.

I sat down next to him and tried to set a courtesy attitude as possible. A little tidying up my shirt and also put a bag that I always carry for travel that contains a laptop and a few pieces of change for later.

“Yanti, please call Indira and finna here.” He ordered the maid's aunt to call Indira in her room on the 2nd floor of this house.

“From jakarta what to ride to Cirebon?” ask her pleasantries just open a chat in the afternoon today.

“I got on the bus, the day was in anter ojek from terminal” said I chimed in the question. I still feel nervous and somehow the tongue like a hoax to say a lot of words so that the atmosphere is not as awkward.

After a few minutes Indira and Finna climbed the stairs which also went straight to this room. She was not fully aware of my presence, but Finna noticed, her eyes wide open in disbelief seeing me here.

“Sharon?. Why is it here?” asked Finna who was now silent on the stairs.

“What!. Sha, you can be here. Papah means what this all means, why was I not told that Sharon was invited to the house.?” Indira scolded her father with questions and the father just laughed out loud at the behavior of his son.

“Surprise..!!!”

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