The Love Story of Five CEOs

The Bafflement of Cakra

Why are you quiet? can't you hear? or your mouth can't answer?" ask Cakra in a sarcastic tone.

"I-I'm waiting for an angkot, sir." Safira replied nervously, refraining from showing her hatred towards the man.

"I know that you're waiting for an angkot. What I'm asking is where is your house?"

cakra said that made Safira want to curse the man.

"Bukannya, tadi kamu tanya kenapa aku berdiri di sini? aku jawab kenapa kamu bilang sudah tahu? kalau sudah tahu ngapain nanya lagi?" ucap Safira yang sayangnya hanya berani dia ucapkan dalam hati saja.

Safira sighed first, and finally told me where she lived.

"Ok, we're one-way. I will pass through your home area. You get in the car! this hour of angkot is rarely empty" said Cakra in a flat tone.

" Not necessary, sir. I'll just ride the angkot. Thank you Ma'am for the offer!" reject Sapphira with a soft voice. He felt that he would not be able to be in a car with a man who made himself always have nightmares.

"Why haven't you come in yet? do you want me to open the car door for you?" ask Cakra coldly.

Safira reflexively shook her head, and immediately tried to open the rear car door. However, Safira could not open the car door.

Safira returned to the front door of the car and bowed slightly.

"P-rpa. The car door cannot be opened" Safira said in a very slow tone of voice.

"Sit in front! I'm not your driver" Cakra said without turning to Safira.

"Sorry sir, I can't" said Safira, nervous. He imagined for more than 30 minutes maybe even an hour, being very close to the man, he would hold back the fear of imagining what Cakra had done first.

Cakra exhales in annoyance, but still unlocks the back door. He himself wondered why he could be like that, when he could have left Sapphira immediately, after the woman refused his kindness. But, behold, he did not do it at all, and even fulfilled Sapphira's request to sit in the back.

"Damn! why does it sound like I was expecting him to get in my car? but he was the one being helped?" Cakra grumbled in the heart, upset at himself.

Cakra drove his car at a moderate speed. The clouds have now begun to change color to orange, a sign of soon, the night will be approaching.

The atmosphere in the car was very quiet. None of them started the conversation.

Along the way, Safira repeatedly wiped the sweat that seeped in his temple, even though the conditions in the car were cold. Safira repeatedly glanced at Cakra and the streets, to make sure that Cakra was really on the path to the house where he lived. He felt very afraid that if the man took him to another place and abused him again.

" We're going to arrive. Where's your house next door?" The chakra opens the sound of breaking the silence that was created.

"Not going inside, sir. I'll just get down here" Safira replied nervously, after first getting a bit of a shock while getting ready to open the door.

Cakra paid no heed to him, he turned his car in accordance with Safira's instructions.

"Stop, Sir! this is where I live" said Safira who was immediately relieved, seeing the house he lived in. He felt that in a moment he would feel free from the fear he felt along the way.

Cakra pulled the car over and opened the lock immediately, so that Safira could open the door.

"Thank you, sir!" safira exclaimed, who immediately ran towards Sarni's house, making Cakra squint his forehead.

"Didn't he say it was his house? but why did he run into that house?" muttered Cakra, confused because he thought the house entered by the girl was quite large, although it was very far when compared to his home.

Cakra clucked a little irritated, as it meant that he had to go down to return the bag to its owner.

Cakra grabbed the bag and got straight out of the car. He again scrunched his forehead when he saw the woman, coming out back from inside the house. But this time the woman was not alone, there was a child in her carriage.

Meanwhile, Sapphira seemed to have trouble with her innate west, because her son did not stop moving in his carrier muttering, "Ma ma mama,"

"This bag you missed in the car," suddenly Cakra was already standing right in front of him.

Safira gasped, startled back with the appearance of the Cakra in front of him. He did not expect that Cakra had not yet left.

Cakra involuntarily smiled, looking at the child in Sapphira's arms, who was trying to reach him.

"Thank you, sir!" said Safira who tried to reach his bag from Cakra's hand. However, he felt a little difficult, to make his luggage, it was about to fall.

"Here, I'm carrying this kid!" said Cakra who immediately held baby Ian, without having time Safira refused him.

Cakra squinted his forehead, feeling the face of baby Ian bear a resemblance to baby Ivan's adopted son Alena's wife Arend.

Cakra chuckled, as the child in his cradle, patted his face, as if the child was anxious to see him.

"Lho, Safira why is it still here?" suddenly Sarni appears from the inside and is immediately shocked to see the man she knows is Calvin's son.

Not only, Sarni was shocked. Cakra was no less shocked. He remembered very well, that the woman was the woman who was present at Arend's wedding with Alena.

"Son, Cakra? why is Mister here?" sarni asked, a little nervous.

"So I saw him, trouble getting angkot, Bude. So, I gave her a ride," Cakra's cup while still holding baby Ian.

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Cakra, for bringing Sapphira home."

"Bude, this kid why so ___"

"Sir, Cakra. Do you want to go in first?" Sarni immediately interrupted Cakra's speech before the man finished his speech. Because he was very sure, if Cakra must ask about the resemblance of the baby in his carrier with baby Ivan. Do not forget Sapphira who looks shocked and confused because it is not expected that Bude Sarni can know a big person like Cakra.

Instantly she recalled that Sarni once told her that the woman who took care of her child was married to a big man.

"Did that woman marry Cakra?" inner Sapphira who immediately panicked.

"Oh, no need, Bude! I want to go straight home, "push down Cakra politely.

"Oh, then Ian'nya, let me carry it and deliver it to Safira's house" Sarni said as she grabbed baby Ian from Cakra's sling.

"Then, excuse me, Bude. " Cakra swung his legs, stepping towards the car after Sarni nodded his head.

As Cakra moved away, suddenly baby Ian cried with his hand trying to reach Cakra. That kid, it seems like he doesn't want Cakra to just leave.

Cakra also feels like it's hard to leave baby Ian. She was about to return, but she made her step less, when Sapphira put all the things in her hand and grabbed baby Ian from Sarni's sling, then a little ran to bring his son into his house.

Tbc