BLIND DATE
Plan materialized

Ara woke up early with sticky eyes from being tired last night. Suddenly, he had to leave the rental house he had been in for a long time to undergo a contract with Tristan. His eyes rolled around the room. It felt very different from the room he had before. Walls, furniture, ceilings. All so eye-catching because of the difference.

"There's not much you need to bring from that house. Here is enough for you to live on during the contract. There is no need to add to the mess by adding unnecessary items from your home," Tristan said when Ara finished signing the agreement.

"Even so, I still have to bring some stuff from there. There's no way I didn't bring any of my clothes because I had to get changed," Ara was fierce.

"No. I'll get you all the clothes."

"All? You're gonna get all my clothes?" tanya Ara did not believe. He forgot to call him Pak for Tristan. "Did not ****** *****?" ask Ara in the heart of a prank.

It turned out that his mind did not really materialize. As he looked into the brown closet beside the bed, he found all sorts of clothes except underwear. Of course it's impossible. Who he is, must make a young CEO like Tristan provide underwear to a poor woman who is accidentally caught in this theatrical situation.

Ara got up from her sleep then immediately went to the bathroom. The wheel of life changes 360 degrees. From being living in a reot and worn-out rental room, he finally arrived here. Beautiful apartment owned by ceo company where she interned.

"Damn," said Ara slowly. He realized that he looked like a mistress of his boss. "I'm not like that. The sky knows how my story really is" Ara said consolingly. He threw a shower on his head. "Aagh!!" It is surprising that what comes out of the shower is warm water.

Tristan closed his eyes as he hissed irritatedly at the sound of the screams just now.

"What's he doing in there? My silent morning was interrupted by his voice." Tristan glanced at the wooden brown door at the end of the room. That's the room chosen for the girl. A little far from his room. Because he actually does not want his comfort to be disturbed.

**

Ara came out of the room when she saw this man reading the newspaper with a teacup on the table. Despite feeling unfamiliar, Ara struggled hard not to be affected.

"Good morning, sir," said Ara while nodding for a bit.

"Get yourself call my name casually Ara. I give you the honor of doing it" Tristan said.

Cih her attitude, pout Ara in the heart.

"Yes. I'll try." For the sake of contract Ara complied. Tristan changed the direction of his eyes from Ara to the newspaper in his hand.

"I've transferred some money into your account under contract. Look at it immediately."

The money? I'll get some more money? Ardn ... Ara celebrated that happiness in silence. I could send money to mom again. Hurrah!!!

"good. Thank you," said Ara sincerely.

"Hmm ..," said Tristan. Ara saw that the working hours were still long. He accidentally glanced at the tea cup on the table.

"Have you had breakfast?" tanya Ara makes Tristan look up.

"And I just asked him what breakfast he hasn't? I mean, I can make him breakfast if I want. Because I'll make breakfast for me too." Slightly grumbling, Ara turned towards the pantry that Tristan had described yesterday. "Foolah. I'll make breakfast for myself."

***

Staying one roof with new people had made Tristan a club. He who likes himself is a little disturbed by the presence of Ara. But he has to endure. There are things that make him able to do it. Don't know what.

"You look tired, sir." Jarvis watched Tristan knead his forehead slowly.

"Yes. One roof with someone I just met makes the mind uneasy."

"Ara make a move, sir?" ask Jarvis worriedly.

"No. I'm just not used to it." Tristan blinked his eyes repeatedly because he was tired.

Jarvis actually does not understand why this man forced himself to bring Ara to his apartment. Even that was before anyone lived there except Tristan himself. Why do we need to play? Is it just to make his grandfather not match himself again need to do this far?

The door opened suddenly. Grandfather appeared with a hunting gaze.

"Grandfather?" Tristan surprised. Jarvis looked at Mr. Haga. Bend for a moment to pay respect.

"It looks like you've taken the girl to your apartment. So I can see him now?" asked Mr. Haga to make Tristan dumbfounded. He knows that. Must be people of his own running around looking for information.

"He's busy."

"Any busy thing there's no way he'd dare to ignore a meeting with grandfather, right? Aren't you guys lovers? So I'm your family he's supposed to meet." Mr. Haga insisted.

"He's still working, Grandpa."

"worked? He owns what company?" ask Grandpa enthusiastically. Tristan took a breath. Jarvis.

"No. He's an intern."

"Internship?" Grandpa's forehead shriveled again. "It has. Find me with him. I want to talk to him. We met at the place yesterday at lunch" said the grandfather as he passed out of the room with Antoni.

"I have to tell Ara immediately and take her to Mister's salon?" ask Jarvis.

"Yes. Do it right away." Jarvis nodded.

**