The Love Story of Five CEOs
Exchange phone numbers

Sapphira walked with shaky steps, and occasionally raised her face, looking up so that her tears would not drip.

Tasya decided not to go home and preferred to immediately find work even though the day had started late in the afternoon.

From earlier there were several restaurants, shops that he asked, but the results were nil.

"I try to ask you who's over there," Safira's mind with legs that immediately stepped without looking to the right and left. A car almost hit his body. Fortunately the car stopped suddenly and only Sapphira's waist was slightly bumped.

"Are you okay, Miss?" a woman's voice sounded and reached out her hand to help Sapphira stand up.

Safira raised her face, looking by her a beautiful woman was looking at her with a worried look.

"Oh, I'm fine, sister" said Safira, who welcomed the woman's hand and tried to stand up. Safira grimaced and touched her affected hip earlier.

"No, you are in pain. Looks like you should be taken to the doctor," said the woman with a face that returned panicked.

"No need, Brother. I __"

"Call me aunty. It feels like if you call me sister, it doesn't fit, because my son might be older than you. How old are you?" asked the woman gently and smiled her big smile.

"I've just turned 22, Tan," Safira replied with eyes that stared in amazement at the woman in front of her. He did not expect that the woman who was talking to him, already had a grown child. When you look at her, she still looks very young and beautiful.

"No, that's exactly what Auntie said. Aunty's son older two knows of you. Aunty's son is 24 years old" said the woman with a slight whisper at the time of mentioning her child's age.

Safira was glued to her place, speechless.

"Come, auntie take you to the doctor! even if you say it's okay, your waist should be checked, too" the woman pulled Safira's hand and took the girl into her car.

"You don't worry! I'm a good guy. The name of the Aunt Cantika. What's your name?" ask the woman who turned out to be Cantika his mother Cakra.

"I am Sapphira, Auntie," Safira answered politely.

"Beautiful name, just like the person," Cantika praised sincerely.

"Thank you, Auntie!"

Cantika smiled and nodded her head, responding to Sapphira's thanks.

"Where were you going? why not cross the street carefully?" ask Cantika while staying focused on looking at the streets.

"Hmm, I just lost my job, Auntie. So, I had intended to search across the street. Once a time there are restaurants or shops that need employees," explained Safira.

"Hmm, what are you doing?"

"I just graduated SMK, Tan. After graduation, I immediately found a job,"

"Hmm, so now you need a job?"

Safira nodded her head.

"Where are your parents?" Cantika asked again.

"My parents are gone, Tan. I need a job for my living expenses and my son's,"

"He still looks young. Young marriage turns out." Inner Sapphira.

"How old is your child now? and where's your husband? why isn't he the only one working?" cecar Cantika thronged in a slightly irritated tone, imagining there was an irresponsible man.

Sapphira did not answer at all. It is precisely her tears trickling back to imagine the face of Cakra, the man who made her life suffer other than her stepmom.

"Emm, sorry! Auntie doesn't mean to make you sad. If you don't want to tell a story, that's okay. Auntie won't force it. Comeondown! we've reached the hospital" Cantika said after she pulled the car over perfectly.

"Oh yes, before we go down, Aunt just wanted to say, if you need a job you can apply to the butterfly cafe and restaurant, owned by the daughter-in-law of my besan, which will soon be open. Later I will inform him," said Cantika who made Safira's eyes immediately sparkle happy.

"Is this true, Tan? Auntie's not kidding, is she?"

"Of course not. Make a note of Aunt's phone number, or type your phone number here!". Cantika gave her phone and Safira immediately typed her phone number on the flat object that had the expensive brand.

After exchanging phone numbers, they both got out of the car.

While Sapphira was being examined, Cantika squinted her eyes, trying to remember the face, Safira whom she thought she had seen and seemed to have been close to.

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Cakra got down from his car and went straight to Safira's rented door.

"Safira! Sapphira! please open the door!" cakra shouted knocking at the door.

There was no response from within. The man again shouted Safira's name and knocked on the door.

"What's up, Nak Cakra?" suddenly Sarni appears behind while holding baby Ian.

Rebellious chakra twisted his body and his gaze was immediately imprinted on the child in Sarni's sling who was also looking at him with his angelic gaze. Baby Ian even smiled at the man as he muttered-***pieces of apples in his hand.

With slow steps and dewy eyes, Cakra approached baby Ian. He grabbed baby Ian into his carrier and kissed the little boy many times. Without him noticing the clear liquid he was trying to hold, he finally managed to break through the wall he had built. But he hurriedly wiped it off before the middle-aged woman in front of him saw her tears.

Sarni frowned, completely confused by what was going on. Although Cakra hastily wiped away her tears, the woman's eyes were still watching and saw Cakra's tears.

"Sir Cakra, what's the matter exactly? is something going on?" sarni asked with a probing look.

"Bude, is Sapphira inside?" instead of answering Sarni's question, Cakra asked again.

"Lho, why did Nak Cakra ask, Bude? isn't he at work now?" looks like worry on Sarni's face.

"So, she hasn't come home yet, Bude?" Cakra is no less worried now. Negative thoughts began to run through his mind.

"Is he desperate and intent on doing strange things that could threaten his life or ..." Cakra's inner self is unable to continue his conjecture.

"Akh, it seems impossible. Maybe because he took public transport for a long time. In a moment she may be ready," Cakra denied herself that she was trying to calm herself down.

"Sir Cakra, what's the matter exactly? why don't you answer Bude's question? nothing happened to Sapphira?" urged Sarni who felt anxious because Cakra did not answer his question from earlier.

"Bude, now I want to ask, and answer honestly. If Bude answers honestly, I'll tell him what really happened. Is Ivan Alena's adopted son and Arend Safira's son?"

Tbc