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Chapter 6

I've been sitting next to Deden for an hour in a cafe today, where many young people hang out. I feel like people join here do not say anything, especially Deden like still very upset as I refused his love repeatedly."Den, you know it's still a long time?" ask me who saw the watch on my right wrist over and over again.

"A little while, he said it was near. Stuck stuck is common when going home from work gini. You also brought your own car, Div. Just safe," he replied before sipping a cup of hot capuccino he ordered.

"It's not a problem to bring your own car or not, but this is not on time. You forgot, yeah, if time is money?" I asked to spill my frustration on Deden because his friend had come so long.

Deden shook his head softly, "brain lo."

"No need to muna, Den. Life needs money, and as a child you must understand it. Lo mah delicious if you want to go back to the village to ride the toll, is it, me? Got to buy a plane ticket, man."

"Don't forget that Mr. Lo who has oil palm plantations and coal mines in Kalimantan, yes," his regret that makes me only able to give a grin of horses.

It is undeniable that I was born with a lable "privilage" from Papa who is the owner of the largest oil palm plantation in Kalimantan, and also he has a coal mine on the same island. While Mama is a Teacher of Islam in SD Negeri in the city where I live. But from childhood my parents educated me to be an independent child. The proof is that I was not allowed to work in his company, but rather I had to find my own job with my own efforts.

"Den, don't tell me you want to be with me because my bokap is over. Sand, Den. Eling. I'm just a girl who still has 3 younger brothers. It means that my inheritance is not more than my brothers."

"Crazy! You should be eling, Div. Your brain is really not far from the money business," upset Deden who does not accept with my assumptions.

"Sorry, yes, Den. It was jammed in the street, "the voice of the baritone who managed to break up my debate with Deden.

"No problem, Bro. I'm just a friend, restless he's waiting for him" replied Deden.

"God's Masya. Adem really Masnya," I said unconsciously, without being able to change the look on my face that was somehow before Deden patted my shoulder slowly to wake me from the attitude to the figure of a handsome man in front of us.

The man smiled sweetly, with dimples adorning both sides of his face overgrown with thin fine hair. Really Yaya was fascinated for a split second to see it, if it had been so upset at Deden immediately destroyed by the wind. "No problem, Mom. His name is also a clock home office, must be jammed really if you bring your own vehicle," I said dangling a thin smile that made Deden shudder in horror at me.

I knew that the man was horrified and astonished by my sudden change, but there was no way I would show the other side of myself in front of this handsome man, right? It could be a loss if this good opportunity was wasted in vain just because I was ignited by emotions. "Please sit down" I said, allowing Deden's friend to sit right in front of me, so that I could look at him freely.

"Include me, I'm Baihaqi. It just so happened that I just returned from Malaysia a few months ago, and the plan was to build a boarding house in a commercial area," the man named Baihaqi reached out to me, who I immediately greeted with a friendly smile.

"Divyanka, just call Divy. Oh, aye. Deden has told me a little about the boarding that wants to be built, just not so detailed," I said before sipping my cold caramel macchiato with a rubber straw that I carry myself.

I seemed to be thinking for a moment, moving my index finger through the air like I was sketching but without paper. The picture is already in my head what it looks like, but for its execution I still have to create a picture that is quite easy to understand by the client. "How much do you want? Take the stairs or the elevator?" my question was to make sure before making any further sketches in my head.

"Lift and stairs, but the stairs expose only. So it is not an emergency staircase like in buildings in general. If that land makes 7 floors good, no, anyway?" the handsome man in front of me looked serious, as he tapped his index finger against his chin.

Fix it! Handsome! Mapan! Eitsa... My brain almost went on with a word I shouldn't have said.

"That's all, enough. Can make a basement for parking area as well, just gini nih. Budget how?" ask me before making a design that suits the concept of Baihaqi.

"Lo don't have to talk about the same budget Haqi, he has a lot of money no serinya. Safe, you're a cool design as usual, Div. I've been looking at your portfolio website, the most updated yesterday the day after tomorrow," said Deden made me nod my head to understand.

"The budget is safe. How much is your fee?"

"Well, the question is like this" I said to the point and managed to make Deden shake his head repeatedly, but not with Baihaqi who gave me his sweet smile. God is weak in my heart if this continues.

"Say how much, I transfer right now everything. If using DP first is also not a problem, if you have to pay off immediately is also not a problem," he asserted makes me immediately take out the tablet and pen from my backpack.

I opened the word file which is a draft contract for prospective clients since I decided to become a freelance designer the last few years. Do not want to be fooled by talks that have no legal basis at all, therefore I always make a contract of work with clients. For they hold my time and my work, and also for me hold them in terms of payment of services and my efforts to stay up every night.

"May read first, yes. It's a draft contract that I used to work with clients, and Mas Haqi may submit several other job-added requests. Of course the cost is also different, later I will give details if it is necessary," said I while proffering my tablet to Baihaqi studying every clause of my work contract draft.

The man looked very serious as he read every word written there. I don't want to rush into making money, because Divyanka, S.T is a professional whose services and work are of high quality. Do not let because of money, my credibility as an architect can be damaged and questioned.

"I want to use interior design services and consultants from you as well, yes, Div. I don't want to look for it in another. If my contractor has already chosen Deden, so divide, yes."

I reached out my right hand to shake hands with Baihaqi as a sign of agreeing to the work deal that would be lived out in the future. "If so then I prepare a DP invoice first, yes. If it's DP, then I send a rough sketch, aka blue print for Mas Haqi to learn and agree to the overall design," I explained.

"Alright, then I'll ask for your business card, yes. So for the next we can communicate by phone or email," said the man while thrusting a black card with gold embossed on the table towards me.

Of course I had to reply to him by exchanging business cards, taking out my business card as a freelance designer from within the small pocket of my backpack. "Call me to that number only, yes, Mas Haqi. Tonight I emailed the invoice" I said before continuing another discussion that had nothing to do with the work the man gave me.