Unanimous

THINK ABOUT IT

At first Zayn felt ordinary to face all this, is not it about the wishes of his mother will certainly end according to his mother's wishes anyway? so that's why until today Zayn has not given any response about the plan that Mr. Haris conveyed.

But suddenly Zayn remembered the expectant face of the Papa when talking to him. And when his Papa said he was eager to see his eldest son get married soon, have a family and offspring. There is a great hope there. Not made up, sparkling and dusty light emanated from the bead of the eyes of his still very handsome papa. So excited as if Zayn should get married tomorrow. But Zayn who did not say much just promised to think about the request of his parents.

“Hey, Mr Zayn! You daydreaming? Thought what?"

“I, no!”

“You, Yes. Obviously you didn't hear me say what was“

“Ah, sorry sorry, indeed what are you talking about Bii?“

“No, hmmm” Protests Brigitta.

“I have to go now! Later maybe I will come here at lunchtime” Brigitta now stands a little tidying up her clothes and holding her handbag.

　

“Iya Bii, let me take you to the bottom”

“No Need, I can do it myself. See you!"  Brigitta smiled and passed.

***

Within 15 minutes of leaving the room, Zayn called Rifa to ask about today's schedule and it turned out that there was indeed a lunch schedule with his father and Mr. Setiawan. Rifa came out after reading out her lead's schedule.

Zayn now picked up a small figura that accompanied his days in the room. Portrait of herself with mom papa Nikki and Vhieya. Maybe now is the time for her to think about her mother and father's request. He still did not understand why all of a sudden his parents were especially papa so rushed to take a step in his life. He asked her to return to Indonesia, handed over the company to him and now urged her to get married soon.

Zayn was not tired of his own thoughts. That's why he asked Wiya this morning. Although the girl was more ornate that was not clear, but Zayn was quite able to catch the point. And Zayn's curiosity was answered by Wiya.

Ever since Wiya says that love is the main factor of the whole household, Zayn suddenly imagines that he has a choice, getting married to the person he loves and feeling sincere love again warm from someone woman by nature, not coercion or other factors. But the name of the woman's figure had never crossed his mind.

And the girl of his parents' choice? Brigitta is not bad. Even she is very nice, beautiful and accomplished. But Zayn had never felt what Wiya had tried to explain to him. What was that? Small debar? Is that hope? A gathering? Disinclination? What will he feel later when he continues to receive Brigitta in his life?

Zayn called Rifa back.

“Iya Sir?” Rifa came in and opened the door of the room and closed it.

“Sit Rifa!“ Zayn's orders.

Rifa sat in front of Zayn with an expression ready to wait for the next command.

Zayn asked directly at the point he wanted to hear. Rifa was no wonder, her boss was always asking strange things like this. Actually she should be offended by the very sensitive questions for single women over 30.

“Who wouldn't want to marry sir? Everyone wants to get married. Marriage is not a competition so I don't have to rush. If there is something best for me, it will come. Don't be weird again.“

Rifa was traumatized because usually Zayn would give an unreasonable order after asking such strange things.

“The best is what?“

“Pak, Miss Brigitta is a good woman really, polite, sweet and very smart” Rifa knows where the direction of her boss talks she wants to convey. “If your problems can not love him yet, all you can do, really. Love will grow slowly"

“Oh yes, how long usually?“

“Where do I know sir! Getting married is not the same as planting sprout seeds that we can observe and record their growth every second”

 “Hahah. Like a biology practicum? I shouldn't be the same as you. Your father ahh!”

Rifa just laughed a little. Want how. It was the best answer he could give that day. Zayn's phone rang, a contact's incoming message that read "Papa"

“Eh, Papa ? It was 5 minutes ago. The message is but accepted now. Rif, papa ask you to order ketoprak for lunch, lots of toge he said“ Zayn put his phone back on the table.

“Wah, it's Mr. Haris' favorite food. Well sir, I'll order it down immediately. I'm sorry first" Rifa immediately passed out of the door.

He had not closed the door of the room completely. Rifa was stunned to see Brigitta who was already standing in front of her desk, since when did this girl come back again. Didn't he just leave and say he'll be back by lunchtime? Lunch is still 2 hours away.

Brigitta's appearance is now disheveled. He no longer wears his high heels, his hair is ponytailed just about upwards. Both of her eyes were red and there were still many tears falling on her cheeks. He cried but there was no sound just standing staring at Rifa. Confused not to know what to do, Rifa opened the door again Zayn room and hinted his boss to come out.

Zayn walked out and was surprised to get Brigitta in such a condition. Wasn't he still okay on his way out? What the hell's going on? Zayn half ran towards her who was still pecking, but the tears kept flowing unstoppably.

“Bii, Bii, Hey..Brigitta, what happened? you why?" Zayn rubbed his shoulders.  Zayn's face looked panicked.

Brigitta still did not answer even when Zayn had already grabbed her frail body into his arms.

“Nona Brigitta, let me help miss sit.” Rifa helped Zayn carry Brigitta to the sofa in the room. Rifa took a glass of water but Brigitta refused to drink it.

“Bii, relax okay“ Zayn said calmly amid the panic. Brigitta tried to remove the tightness she felt and began to be able to vent her emotions.

“Zayn !!! Papi...” Shouts hysterically and roars in Zayn's arms.

Zayn further tightened his embrace, he gently pressed Brigitta's head into the chest of his field with one hand. Trying to provide calm so that Brigitta can continue the story.