Sad news.

02 June 2014

Without hesitation, Fathia ran along the school corridor. Beads of sweat had started to take over her forehead. She doesn't care. Her thoughts only focused on the principal's office. Someone said someone had sent it from her father's office.

Since last night, she's been feeling bad. Until she finished her breakfast, there was no word from the people she loved. Usually, the sister diligently contacted her whenever she had the opportunity. Ah, maybe they are all busy with their business.

That's what Fathia stuck in her mind. Please do your best to take all the existing exams until the call for her arrives.

Her breath hitched, and her eyes made sure the space she was aiming for was the right one again. She had never set foot here as long as she studied at Bina Nusantara. Only a few times visited the teacher's room with its purpose. Give assignments and other orders from the homeroom teacher.

It took her a few minutes to normalize his heart rate. It also normalizes her shortness of breath. Having had enough, she ventured to knock on the carved wooden door that hung perfectly; Head Master, in the middle of the door.

"Sir," said Fathia when she entered the room, which was quite large. That was after Fathia came in. Her eyes fluttered a little. Closing nervously, Fathia didn't want to move from her position in the doorway. On the right side, Fathia sees a large cupboard with a glass door complete with the contents of many trophies. Also, the certificate of appreciation is in the other corner. Fathia School can indeed be said, the leading school throughout Jakarta.

She immediately bowed her eyes when Surya Palopo turned to her.

"Oh, Fathia." Surya cleared his throat briefly. He glanced at his interlocutor and resumed his speech. "Sit down, kid."

Fathia complied, and when she sat comfortably, her brows furrowed. Fathia knows this man. But what is it?

"Fathia," called the man.

"Tian." The erratic feeling that she had been feeling for a long time grew more assertive in her chest. "What is it?"

What Fathia found was not an immediate answer but only a glance between the principal and the man she knew as her beloved sister's fiancé, Sebastian Sachdev Rendra.

"Please ... this news Fathia carefully and,"

"And?" Fathia urged impatiently. She couldn't wait until she immediately changed her sitting, moving slightly towards the man she had met several times.

There was a long sigh before Tian finally spoke, "Your parents and ... Felice," Tian closed for a moment, feeling the pain he had been carrying, especially when he said a name that disturbed his recesses. "Involved in an accident last night."

Fathia didn't blink, just stared at Tian without pause. She digested everything she had just heard.

"And… they all died on the spot."

***

Calmly, Tian began to strip off his shirt. He didn't want to rush because he knew nothing would stop him. His eyes remained fixed on one point, the eyes like a girl's doll whose clothes had naked—staring at him contentedly, like a wolf ready to pounce on its prey; Mika Nadine.

Sauntering, crawling up to the bed, that smirk Tian kept up. Meanwhile, Mika greeted her with joy. Full of longing and will not want to go anywhere. Today is the payment for the two weeks waiting for the return of a Sachdev Rendra. Without the slightest doubt, even Mika swears she will record clearly where their relationship with Mika ends.

They struggle with each other. Give and take each other until each other forgets this mind. The sighs of anger were stifled into a coherent melody, indicating how they were working towards this afternoon, full of awareness and lust.

Without realizing it, a loud enough cough interrupted their activities.

"Oh ... so while Fathia was in college, you were like this, huh? Great."

Mika was speechless, causing her to push Tian, also shocked. She pulled the blanket and forgot that Tian could fall because of her. But too late. Tian has already fallen to the floor with an innocent body. Ignoring the pain, Tian grabbed the towel on the edge of the nightstand.

"Fathia," Tian said emphatically. "You can knock on the door first."'

"Oops!" Fathia seems to have forgotten that knocking on the door is what she should be doing. "After... coming home from college, what I see is shirts, skirts, shoes, not to mention cels—"

"Stop! No need to continue!" Tian looked at the young girl with an annoyed look. He rubbed his face full of frustration. "Next time, don't be like that. Hear?"

"Okay, Uncle Tian Darling." Fathia fixed her backpack. The corners of her eyes were satisfied as Mika looked at Mika—a beautiful woman who she believed was an incarnation of this nine-tailed fox—who was already bright red because of her actions.

"When will Fathia come?" Mika asked, trying very hard to normalize her heartbeat. She always managed to print her best smile only in front of Fathia. For Tian's sake. She never thought that a cunning demon would witness her hot activities in the bed of Sebastian Sachdev Rendra in the form of a beautiful girl named Fathia Bernessia.

"Five or ten minutes ago, huh? A little forgotten. It's great to see you guys struggling like that. Oops."

Fathia wasn't sure if her words were convincing or not. In Tian's main room, what is clear is only her and Mika. The room owner had rushed to the toilet to tidy up his appearance as possible even though Fathia herself had just arrived and immediately wanted to end their hot activity.

No way! Thought Fathia.

Then she left and went into her room. She took a deep breath and immediately threw herself on the bed. Oh, she didn't forget to lock the door to her room, so Tian didn't see her. It is a habit without rules if the rigid man always breaks through his realm, including space.

"I won't let anyone have Uncle Tian, Sis. Will not!" She always held that determination firmly. Her eyes closed as he thought, should she go to bed early or go out once more to get rid of the scene's shadows earlier.

But unfortunately, the shadow did not quickly disappear as easily as she closed her eyes. Imagining also had many questions; how often has Sachdev Rendra had a heated struggle with the famous photo model, making her nauseous.

The sleepiness that had arisen earlier, mainly because the course this time bore her, was paid off with Fathia's version of the disgusting treat earlier. Seriously! Slightly stomping, she immediately got off the bed. She didn't think much of where she was going.

She quickly grabbed the cardigan hanging nearby. She also took out the things he needed; cell phone, charger, wallet, and small make-up bag. She was ignoring the hunger that had whacked her. Apart from taking a nap after filling her empty stomach with a bowl of cereal, she thought she was also enjoying her favorite drama, especially when Fathia's head was full of exam schedules and materials.

In fact, she presented magical things here.

"Where are you going?"

The voice was firm. Full of intimidation and without any hesitation whatsoever.

Fathia turned her head without fear. She has lived with Sebastian for five years, and she no longer fears the intimidation that the man gave her. How about Tian, who has stood up arrogantly, more often annoying than fun. There are many rules and prohibitions, making Fathia uncomfortable and bored at the same time. Not to mention how stiff Tian treated her.

Her mind flashed with the memory of her first meeting with Sebastian Sachdev Rendra. Her guardian. Until then, it has made Fathia able to stand firm here until now. It is in the shade, Fathia can still breathe comfortably until this second.

"Fathia!"

But Fathia dispersed right then and there. In front of her was Tian, who was staring at her without pause. "Where are you going? Clubbing again? More fun?"

"There's no better accusation than that, Uncle?" Oh, Lord! If Fathia could curse Tian, Fathia would have done it. Fathia already shuddered at the word clubbing. Just imagining that place made her dodge as far as possible. Although many of her classmates often use the money for self-satisfaction and existence, Fathia is reluctant to do so.

Was she wasting money? If Tian referred to her hobby of sitting in one corner of the cafe in the mall she used to visit, maybe it was true.

Tian glared. He often warns the little girl, who is now a semi-adult, not to call herself 'Uncle,' but it doesn't work.

"Where are you going?" Tian tried to lower his voice to get the girl to hear his orders. Fathia is not a rebellious child, and Tian can confirm that. If there is a Mika Nadine in front of her, Fathia is always like this.

No. No. Tian can't lose. So far, Tian has always won, no matter what. Including the subjugation of Fathia's actions which are getting worse day by day.

"Eat, Uncle. Fathia is hungry. I was in a hurry to get home." Fathia didn't lie. It's useless to lie to a Tian. The cold man always knows what and where Fathia is going.

"What do you want to do, Fathia? I want to cook. Hungry by the way."

Fathia spontaneously turned toward the source of the voice. What a fox! How clever she is! Mika appeared at the right time, but for Fathia, it was a disaster.

"Will I be poisoned later, Aunt Mika? It's because Fathia often has problems with food if it doesn't match." Fathia said with a small smile that was made very innocent. For her business with Mika, she will not want to lose.

Whatever.

Mika Nadine's face indeed turned sour. However, her intentions are good even though it is veiled. She wanted to show how much she could act like the woman Tian wanted. For Mika, being beautiful and great in bed is not enough to trap Tian in her arms.

Repeatedly, Mika tried it but failed.

"No. Or do you want to help? Let's finish quickly?"

The jet-black-haired girl chuckled. Her face was witty as if she was laughing at the idea Mika had just launched.

"Sorry, Aunt Mika. Since I'm kind and not arrogant, I invite you all together. I just eat out. Happy friyeay," said Fathia while dramatizing the situation. She waved at the woman whose face had changed with joy.

How about Tian? He gave a sharp look at the girl who was still laughing.

"I join."

And Fathia's cheers echoed in the heart.

One-Zero Aunt Fox!