What is my fault, sir?

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this is a snippet of the burb novel "Genius girl belongs to the CEO of depression"

Indi Fatmawati is a genius girl who is only twenty years old but has been working on her S2 thesis.her life is spent just studying, becoming an IT expert, social activities help anyone in need. He works to finance As'ari's father and his younger brother Shodiq who has a congenital heart defect.

Indi has been working as a rice and palmija manager since childhood with his mother, Mother Bandiyati, who was behind the finances and treatment of his father and sister until he met a thirty-year-old boy named King Arjuna Waseda that changed his whole life. King Juna, who had been traumatized and depressed when High School witnessed his girlfriend having an affair with his biological father.

Because of an accidental meeting while half-drunk when his car was hit from behind. And home ushered by Indi using a motorbike accidentally hugged from behind as if hugging his biological Mommy makes King Juna fall in love.

Marriage that is too fast and not yet know each person makes both of them colored by the twists of life that is not easy. Plus the presence of King Yudistira Waseda's half-brother and his biological father Haris Pramana Waseda added to the growing family conflict.

excerpt from chapter 1

On one of the highways of the city of Surakarta almost midnight there was a half-drunk man walking gontai out of a nightclub. He walked while fussing and brandishing his hand entering his luxury car. There was a large truck loaded with rice that suddenly moved forward on its own without any driver.

"Lo .. lo .. that's the truck on its own!" yell Parking Lot Person.

"Hooi .. watch the truck drive away!" shouted the Rickshawman who was across the street.

"Where's the driver?" ask the Cleaning Officer.

A girl who was concentrating on seeing a laptop in a coffee shop on the side of the road ran lightning up to open the door of a truck that was walking forward into the wheel of a truck and stepped on and pulled the brake lever with all my might. Because the distance between the truck loaded with rice with a luxury car was not too far away. The truck stopped after the rear body of the luxury car went under the truck bamper and was crushed by the front tire of the truck.

"Bwjp ... Krakkkk!"

The screams and screams of those around the incident were heard in the ocean. After the truck stops perfect the girl goes down followed by a few people approaching the luxury car. The car is shuffled in the back of the car.

"India are you okay?" ask the Parking Manager.

"Why are you Indian?" The pedicab approached the girl.

The girl just smiled and waved her hand. He ran up to the car and opened the door of the steering wheel, pulling the half-drunk man. Helping her stand by wrapping her hands around her shoulders.

"Why did only half the body of the car get hit by ha ha ha?" He was fretting while smiling devil.

"Do you want to kill yourself, you idiot!" the girl shouted as she swept her way to the coffee shop.

"Who are you, you idiot, where am I going, just in the car?"

"Sit down, and stay there!" the girl's orders again.

"Why don't I just die, you fool!" The man was back.

"Mom, please make me drink hot lemon juice to reduce this guy's hangover!" the girl who was called India.

"Alright India, wait a minute."

Mother Kedai offered a glass of hot lemon juice to India, "India's the drink."

"Thank you, Mom."

He drank slowly to the half-drunk man, "Mister's sinks!"

There were some policemen checking for the accident. The police came because of the reports of one of the witnesses who was in the CTKP. They arrived within ten minutes because the police station was not too far from the scene.

"India you're done depositing rice?" ask one of the men in police uniform who is the Commander.

"Not yet Ndan, still waiting his turn."

The one in question was silent, he just looked on indifferently. Sometimes he shakes his head and holds his forehead.

"You know this Master Ndan, still half drunk on him?"

"Yes very familiar, but you're Indian, we take care of the car and the truck first."

"Ready Ndan."

After a while the man began to recover and realized what he was going through. Looking around, there was a girl sitting next to him focused on the laptop without noticing in her sharp face. After realizing India was noticed by him immediately asked, "You're better sir?"

"Why is this clock here?"

"Eee Sir, asked instead of asking, don't think of me, what about you, what do you do in the middle of the night like this?"

"Finding a soul mate," replied the man who had not yet recovered his consciousness.

India smiled and slightly grinned by muttering to herself. Looking for a mate in a nightclub what kind of girl he really wants, "You're looking for a mate in a nightclub!"

"It's wrong to look for a mate there, after all there are also women who visit?"

India is smiling but grinning because the person being spoken to does not want to lose and is like arguing, "It's not wrong sir, but I think it depends on what kind of soul mate you want?"

"Good woman is fine."

"Mr ... Sir, you're funny or naive anyway, you're looking for a nice lady at a nightclub, that's a ludicrous thing in my opinion, if you want to find a good female soul mate look in the right place?"

"What do you mean?"

"Now you think only with logic and common sense, if you want to find a good female soul mate at least look at places of worship, or at a place of worship, if you want to find a hardworking female soul mate look in an office or something like that, but you're looking for a soul mate in a nightclub you can imagine for yourself what the majority of them are like."

The man frowned thinking, lowering his head. Between conscious and still under the influence of alcohol daydreaming after hearing Indian speech. The atmosphere became silent as the two of them were in their respective minds.

There was a male Tacik employee Lim Yen's voice shouting, "Number 39, India your rice turn is fast here!" he shouted from inside a large building and lined with large trucks containing rice.

"Every boss, ma'am, leave him alone don't let him go before danger." message India ran up to the person who called him earlier.

India began issuing small notebooks, following the process of weighing her rice, matching the scales with the notes in her little book. She was working in place of her mother to deposit the rice she bought in the village where India and her parents live. After half an hour of weighing and payment transactions were completed, India approached a man called King Juna by the police commander.

"India you take King Juna to his house, address Jl XX number 101, Green City housing complex" shouted the Police Commander from the highway.

"Well, do it!"

King Juna who had been silent, daydreaming with a flat face without expression just watched India tidying up his laptop, put it in his backpack, "Let's Mr, I'll drive you home!"

Back on the papah by the Indians, King Juna walked still staggering with his hands coiled around his shoulders. Indian hands perfectly coiled around King Juna's waist. They walked towards the motor park.

"Awas India, be careful not to fall," said the old rickshawman.

"Contest Sir."

"Indian hearts will fall...love ha ha ha," said the parking attendant.

"Ora fuck Kang!" shouts India with a smile.

Approaching the big motorbike that is parked neatly, India ordered King Juna to ride after India first boarded his motorcycle and use a helmet, "Please ride the Master!"

But King Juna just stood glued motionlessly just frowning. Not according to expectations in his mind and brain. He thought the girl who helped him would use a metic motor in accordance with the appearance of India that looks simple and feminine.

Finally India pulled out her hand, "Here down I put a helmet on".

King Juna lowered his head without saying a word. Once the helmet is worn, sit in the back seat and India is in the front position holding the steering wheel, "You're ready Sir, don't forget the handle!" India riding her motorcycle at high speed made King Juna involuntarily hug her waist tightly from behind.