Sunny Sunday morning, I just remembered there is an important event today. As Mr Gie said last night, “Tomorrow, if you don't mind. I look forward to welcoming you to my house, having dinner together. Meet and get acquainted with my son."

It doesn't make sense, Mr. boss wants to marry off his son to a girl like me. Weird, I think. I folded the blanket I used last night, made my bed as usual. My cell phone rings, an unknown number is registered, a landline number. Who?

"Hello." Someone greets from the other side.

"Lea, I'm sorry in advance. I just remembered there's an event with a client tonight. Can Lea come here now? We have breakfast together, my son is at home today."

"O-okay, sir," stammered, surprised to hear the boss's orders just now.

"My driver is on his way there."

"Y-yes sir. I'll get ready first."

After receiving the call, I immediately ran to the bathroom.

"Ah! Ouch!"

I was in such a hurry that my leg slipped, sprained it. My ankle was red and bruised in pain. Even more shocked when he saw the clock on the wall showed eight in the morning. Oh no! My wake-up plan was cancelled.

Apart from a sprained leg. After changing clothes, I reached for my small bag on the table. Hastily locked the house walked quickly to the BMW car that was ready to wait. Twenty minute drive from the rented house to my boss's house.

Right in front of the gate. My eyes widen in amazement, as the towering fence opens by itself. Wow! Stands a magnificent house with large carved windows along the corner of the house. Tall pillars support the two-story building firmly. The fence is big, the house is very luxurious, like a fairy tale castle. My mouth hangs open, amazed. How can it not be an exaggeration if a house of this size is only occupied by a father and his son.

"Come in, ma'am," said Mr. Agus as he opened the car door, taking me to the house.

Slowly but surely entering the terrace, without thinking I rang the bell until I heard a voice from inside the house.

I was stuck in front, staring at the main door made of black steel, taking a deep breath in thought before turning the doorknob. Suddenly a middle-aged woman appeared from inside, opening the door.

"Please come in, madam, the master is waiting for you in the dining room. Come with me," said the aunt hastily as she ran towards the dining room. I smiled amused at the aunt's hasty behavior.

Right in the doorway of the dining room, my body froze, my eyes meeting the man's. The man stared at me intently, making my heart beat three-quarters. My lips are silent, only my eyes speak.

The Javanese-Chinese man is proven by his pearly white skin, slanted eyes, oval face shape with a hard jaw, plus a sharp nose. The golden brown mullet hairstyle, split bangs, already looks like a Korean oppa. Handsome! I can't blink my eyes.

"Why just stand? Please sit down," said my boss waving his hand, inviting me to sit down.

There is a large dining table with eight chairs. Really, nice dining room. So it went awry, sitting next to my boss was 'impolite' because there were still many empty seats waiting. Forced, I decided to sit in the far left seat near where I was standing, taking a safe distance away. I try to sit as comfortably as possible, so as not to look awkward.

"Why sit far away, sit close here," he pointed to the chair next to his son. My face immediately turned red when I heard my boss's words.

How can I sit next to his son. We didn't know each other even though I only met him once, never even spoke to each other. Just seeing her figure from a distance made my chest flutter. Especially when asked to sit next to him, later he will think I'm teasing (seeking attention).

"No thanks, I'll sit here, sir," I said bluntly, smiling a little wryly.

"Father! Don't be forced," the man commented trying to deal with the situation.

To comply with the boss's request, I was forced to lift my ass, get up from sitting and move one side of the chair where the man was sitting. Not long after, two waiters came to serve the food on the table.

"Lea, eat a lot, don't hesitate," said my boss, handing me a plate of side dishes.

I smiled, arching my eyes happily, "Y-yes sir, thank you." Awkward, maybe seen from my awkward attitude and way of talking. Oh no! Thinking about it made me even more embarrassed.

The meal went on quietly, without speaking. Made me feel even more awkward, afraid that my bad eating habits would be exposed. Let me tell you a little, it has become my bad habit when I feel tense, my food can be scattered everywhere, my nose will runny even though the food I eat is not spicy. Eiyuh!

But not this time, I really had to be extra careful. Keeping the way of eating, slowly and gently as possible, like a princess (thirty three chews).