Bab 2: BEGIN
Sarah is the wife of a rich man, of course, life is very easy when you have money in hand. As many people say, it's easy for anyone to think that way because sometimes it's a good thing.
Bitterly, happiness can not be bought by him with money.
Sarah wears an urn brand outfit, which costs more than 15 million. The clothes he is currently wearing if calculated to reach 30 million. Just to go outside, she wears such expensive clothes
Sarah is not arrogant because she has a husband with money, she herself is also from a blue-blooded family. His parents own a restaurant business and play the stock market, all of his family is a businessman including himself.
She only wears what is suitable for people like her, she keeps the good name of her husband who has a big name. It can't be the wife of Bastian Bamantara, a CEO of a large company. Dressed so tacky and not reflecting the descendant figure of a golden spoon on his tongue, everyone would surely berate and reproach him with ease.
Carrying a slingback worth 4 million, he walked towards his son's room who was wearing perfume.
"Unfortunately mama already smells good," Sarah said kissing her son's cheek.
"Mommy smells good too." replied the little man.
Sarah laughed, her son was very similar to Bastian in terms of looks, a duplicate of his father. But in the last two years, Bastian rarely accompanies Arsa's growth and development. During that time, you can count how many times Bastian sleeps with Arsa when she comes home from work.
How many times have they chatted on the terrace of the house while drinking hot tea, waiting for the dawn to then face each other to fulfill the obligations of a servant to his god All of that, very rarely found in this house.
Including her own husband, who is very difficult to find, stays at home for a whole heart. Maybe in one month, it is very easy to count on fingers how long and how many times Bastian came home and stayed all day in their house.
Now he will take his son for a walk, he had promised but Bastian reneged. Even though he was the one who promised his son but he was also the one who didn't come home last night. Maybe later, he didn't dare to ask Bastian. It was enough for today that he was yelled at for asking where he was, he would wait a few more days in silence as if he didn't know anything to keep his heart and mind sane and not sick.
It was her way of surviving to keep herself up until she could stand strong with her stubborn husband with high ego, she tried to ignore and pay attention if her husband wanted to.
That was all he did until his son was two years old.
"Nisa, don't forget to bring Arsa's milk. Also, change clothes, don't forget everything, okay?"
Nisa, who was carrying a bag containing all the needs of her employer's children, chatted with a hand gesture, showing her thumb.
"Okay, now let's go to the boutique first, then we'll go for a walk, okay?"
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On the other hand, Bastian, who had just finished seeing how the producer made a series of directions to the winning castings to become a character in a screenplay belonging to one of the best-selling writers, immediately left the meeting room, he was hungry, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.
He hasn't come home from yesterday, but his cell phone is not as quiet as usual. But he was so grateful in his heart and put it all behind him because now he was going back to one of his apartment units, Bastian wanted to sleep as soon as he gave orders to his driver to pick him up in the parking lot. The driver was named Mamat, he was from Java whom he met while working as an OB in the bathroom holding a broom and crying like a child at that time
Mamat was in despair, his monthly money was not enough to pay the rent for the boarding house, then his mother asked for money to pay off the debt. Everyone kept pushing themselves to help this and that but there was no extra money for transport. Mamat feels hopeless, maybe tonight he will sleep on the side of the road because the owner of the boarding house has kicked him out this morning.
"Why are you crying in my bathroom?" At that time Bastian asked the OB who was in his film production company.
Indeed, at that time Mamat was working to clean the bathroom for the boss, but he had never seen the boss of the production house owner, and knowing that the bathroom was often very quiet he took the opportunity to cry alone.
"Sorry, sir," Mamat said, not answering Bastian's question and didn't know that the one who asked was the boss, because he kept his head down and looked at him with his eyes blurry with tears.
Too frantic and embarrassed to be caught by other people he was crying, Mamat backed away and got out of the bathroom. But not long after that, he was summoned by his superiors and resigned himself to the fact that he was summoned to be fired. Or whatever, Mamat was already very dispirited with his own life, but in fact, Bastian was very friendly and invited him to chat to the extent that he dared to tell the story of a life that was chaotic in front of his boss.
Bastian did not interrupt and listened, Mamat felt very free to curse and say his hidden heart complaints all this time alone. Until he finished speaking Bastian was still silent, then asked where he lived and Mamat also said he lived on the side of the road and bathed in a public bathroom.
"You just work with me, I'll pay for your debt problem later and you'll work with me on how to pay it off. Later you can pay 50% of the installments instead of me."As soon as Bastian said and Mamat was glued to get a cold shower.
Couldn't be believed his boss would say that but because he was too stupid to ask.
"But sir ... now I also work in your company." Bastian laughed hearing that.
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