Fatima's birthday.

February 2015

Usually, when she wakes up in the morning, on February 14 every year, Fathia always wakes up with a smile on her face. Greet everyone in the house. Even to the gardener, Fathia approached to say good morning. There is a special prayer that she prays as he gets older, including today.

She is sixteen years old.

Even sad that accompanies it until now. Eight months later, since Fathias's parents and sister died, the wounds of the loss are still wide open. His activities are back, but nothing is normal for him to live. Happy when he welcomes day after day is gone. Often sadness comes, and if he suddenly thought of his mother, Fathia would surely cry bitterly in the corner of the main room. She was hugging his family portrait tightly.

Like today. Fathia's woke up in the morning with sadness. She made his way to his parents' master bedroom. Everything is still the same. Nothing has changed. She remembered that he would sneak in if she were frightened in her sleep. No matter how mature a child is, he will still be a child for his parents.

However, before she stepped into his parents' primary bedroom, Narti's voice stopped him.

"Master Tian is in the living room," said Narti later. Unknowingly, Fathia smiled. Only Tian was always there for her from the day the will read. Tian visited at dinner, asked many things about school, watched drama series in the theater room, and accompanied Fathia during the holidays; swimming.

It's nice to have a figure accompanying him when he's still sad. They often reinforce each other because Tian constantly mutters about Felice's preferences once in a while.

"Yes, Felice likes red roses. She said sexy. Even though, in my opinion, the color is beautiful but it can hurt people," complained Fathia one day as they were walking through the back garden.

Tian only responded with a chuckle. "But it's true what Felice said. Red is… sexy."

Due to Fathia's lack of understanding, she just continued his steps until she arrived at one of her favorite collections, Lily.

"Well, this is Fathia's favorite," she chirped. What Tian could have guessed was that this teenage girl liked soft things. The typical woman does not vary in her life. Lovers of home activities with all the warmth. Unlike Felice, who enjoys outdoor activities. Explains herself with her head held high. Brave. Never give up. And one thing that Tian always remembers is beautiful and sexy. The perfect blend of portraying a Felice Leah Clairine.

"Miss, what's wrong? Why do you keep smiling like that?" The blush on the young Lady's face made Narti feel very grateful. Everyone here is very thankful to Tian. The man who rarely spoke could at least make his young Lady happy. "Master Tian is waiting."

"Oh, right." Fathia hastily jogged, but Narti gave her a confused look before she turned around. "I'm not that messy, am I?"

Narti's smile. "Not. Young Lady is always beautiful."

Fathia chuckled and resumed running. "Tian," she shouted happily after confirming that the man was there. He is standing with his back to her in a stiff, formal suit, but Fathia likes it.

When Tian turned his head, he was never ready if it turned out that Fathia could do whatever she wanted. The girl jumped at him. Luckily, Tian didn't fall and hit the carpet he was stepping on. "Fathia," he growled, stifled.

"Sorry, Tian." Fathia slightly lowered her head because her position was higher than Tian's net. "I thought Tian forgot today."

Tian shook his head slowly. "It's impossible that in the past week, I've been chatted and reminded that today I have to go home."

Fathia's laughter infiltrated her deepest heart of Tian unconsciously. He engraved how the laughter was able to warm his heart—creating courage in the man to touch the girl, fixing the long hair strands. He inserted it in his earlobe, then whispered, "Happy birthday, Princess Fathia. I wish you all the best."

"Thank you."

"Fathia, what gift do you want?" Tian slightly fixed the position of carrying Fathia. So that the girl is comfortable, but apparently, Fathia doesn't care. He chose to tighten his legs just like a koala.

"You don't need anything. I want to go to the grave with Kak Tian. It was more than enough." Full of doubt, Fathia touched the temple of the man close to her. Feeling no rejection, Fathia walked gently there. "To celebrate Sis Felice's birthday too. Sis Tian knows, right, if we have the same birthday?

In closing, Tian nodded. How could he forget today? "With my pleasure, Princess."

Then Tian began to lower Fathia's body, but the girl refused. Making Tian throw a questioning look. "What is it?"

Tian was not ready when Fathia's tiny lips, always red like pink, kissed her with lightning speed.

"Thank you for being an older brother who loves me."

***

"Eat, Fathia! Good grief! Being glared at like that will never end." Elma was furious. Fathia's arrival in the morning as usual. It's just that the breakfast she made. As if her homemade egg sandwich was unattractive.

Even though she wholeheartedly made it for Fathia. Elma knows that the girl must not have eaten anything in front of her.

"Yes." Fathia chose to smile. Once again trying to enjoy a free meal from the kind Elma.

"What's wrong with you?" Elma had to ask carefully about Fathia's life. Knowing Fathia so far does not mean that the girl is open to telling how her life is. In contrast to Elma, who did not hesitate to tell everything. Including the hot night with the lover.

"The Fox is in the apartment," Fathia answered slowly. So quietly that she wished Elma hadn't heard. But it turns out that Elma Rasopati heard everything she said clearly. Only one woman gets a terrible nickname from Fathia's lips; Mika Nadine. Photomodel of famous models and celebrities throughout Indonesia. Beautiful and classy, but she was nicknamed Fox by Fathia.

"Stay the night?"

Fathia shrugged. "I was asleep last night. I don't know when that woman will come again."

"Come again?"

Fathia chose to enjoy her meal rather than answer Elma's question further. This is made Elma sigh softly. She knows that Fathia doesn't want to talk anymore.

"Elma," Fathia called after finishing her breakfast with difficulty. "Thanks for the breakfast."

Elma smiled happily. Seeing Fathia, who now looks brighter, made him warm up. "If there's anything, you tell Fathia. I'm your friend, right?"

Right. Besides Tian, Fathia has Elma. He should be able to lighten the burden on his heart and mind, but I don't know why Fathia chose to remain silent.

"Thanks, Elma. Just like this I'm more than enough."

Elma knows and is sure that Fathia hides a lot behind her smiling face.

"Is there Roy up there?" asked Fathia.

Fathia's sudden question made Elma's face turn red. Fathia smiled when she knew her best friend was embarrassed by the question just now. "I'll go to campus first then."

"Our class is at one in the afternoon, Fathia."

"I know. I want to study in the library instead of here it will damage my hearing."

Elma pouted.

While on the thirty-fourth floor of the Energy Building, Tian flipped through the report Vino had given him. His mind focused and began to calculate the things that should be running, including the new rules and taxes set by the government related to mining exploitation.

"Miss Fathia has been on campus since a few hours ago, Sir," Vino reported without lowering his eyes from the tablet he always carried. "Toni stands guard around campus."

Tian just raised his gaze briefly and gave the nod in response. Then back to the report that was still faithful in his hand.

"And the meeting is less than thirty minutes away, sir."

Once again, Tian nodded. "Prepare everything, Vin."

"Okay, Sir."

The door to his room closed then, making Vino Pratama's figure disappear from his eyes. His assistant was so quick and thorough. It makes Tian always like the way Vino works.

A pop-up on her cell phone created a slow-motion in her eyes.

Sailendra's business experienced a sharp spike. It was beating its business rivals by a landslide.

Tian didn't want to be careless this time. It was quite the mess last week because he casually threw the phone. The news about Sailendra always made the roar in his chest rise to the highest level.

He won't let them stay at the top all the time. Oh shit! If he hadn't divided in his focus, perhaps Claire's name would have been confirmed in the big tender four months ago. It strongly supports the stability of the profit balance to be obtained. Should he let go of one of them?

How long is he going to sit here? Busy for a business that doesn't belong to him? He should have enjoyed his routine at a large table with various knives as accompaniments, flours, and different kinds of meat and vegetables.

He was playing with fire on the stove and set it on the grill for the taste of the food he likes. Since the first, his activities in the kitchen is one of the many forms of release from the embarrassment that plagues him now.

Not to mention pressure from other shareholders who don't belong to the Clairine family. Who has always questioned why he should lead? Is it because of a canceled son-in-law Tian? Also, the many discordant notes about Fathia, who was in his protection, circulating were getting stronger—shaking himself, breaking his concentration, stirring his emotions lately.

He never asked for this to happen in his life. Never.

He takes care of someone who is not a sister and has a relationship with him except for that little girl, the dear sister of his fiancé. Leading the Group, countless sycophants and wolves were ready to slaughter him whenever he was off guard.

He never wanted this.

Before he could finish his thoughts, a pop-up message containing a notification from the bank appeared on the screen.

Happy for you. You have successfully made a transaction using a Visa card with the number 4554************9001 in the amount of 8,051,000, -

Tian growled in annoyance after that. "Fathia," he hissed angrily.