Kirana
Chapters 1. Kirana Helping Strangers

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The morning sun had risen radiating its warm rays in various directions. There is no exception a small village located at the western end of Java. The village is still very beautiful with various plants and towering hills. Adding air to the morning.

A simple house with a black fence that is not too high, looks crowded by the carefree chatter of a child.

"Mama.... I'm gonna have some milk."

The little boy was about five years old. Called Danish. The son of Kirana, a beautiful woman who used to be nicknamed the village flower.

A creaking sound rang out, as the boy pulled up the dining table chair and sat there sweetly, while playing the little robot he had been carrying.

"Beautiful, my mom is making Danish fried rice" Kirana said.

Danish put her head on the table, feeling bored to wait.

"Then I made my own milk" said Danish, he went from his seat to where the dispenser was.

Kirana smiled, looking at her son's behavior. Actually Danish can already make its own milk. He is a smart and active boy. Not infrequently Danish behavior that installment, make his grandmother overwhelmed while living work by Kirana.

They lived in that house only three of them with Kirana's mother. During the morning until afternoon Kirana had to work sewing in a convection belonging to the famous photographer in her village, in order to meet the needs of their lives.

"Mama, why the hell don't I have papa."

Kirana flinched, her movements that were stirring the rice fell silent. Finally the question came out of Danish's mouth. Kirana knows that hiding this from the Danish is like keeping a time bomb that will explode at any moment.

"I was upset, always ridiculed by Agam, said I had no papa. And they keep saying I'm crazy." said Danish again, while coolly drinking milk from his special glass.

Kirana's heart ached hearing that, Danish's stature was indeed very different from the others. Danish skin is white, with smooth brown blonde hair, a high-pointed nose, and clear black eyeballs.

He inherited the gene from his biological father. No one would have thought that Danish was Kirana's son.

Kirana gently rubs Danish hair, then offers a plate of Danish seafood fried rice.

"Spend yes... Mama's going to the room first."

Kirana chooses to leave Danish, deliberately ignoring her son's question earlier.

At the kitchen door, he passed Halimah, his birth mother. The middle-aged woman smiled up to Kirana.

"I'm getting ready, Mom" Kirana said.

"Yes, Danish let mommy befriend."

Arriving at the room, he rushed to clean up. As usual, he had to go to work in the convection. Being a single parent requires her to work hard on her own. Moreover, Danish has grown bigger. This year is exactly five years old, will soon start school in kindergarten.

Kirana was struggling in front of the mirror, dressed in polite clothes with hair in the pigtail up. When finished, he put everything he needed into a small bag that he always carried. It's not much just a wallet, a cell phone and a tissue. Kirana is not the type of girl who wears thick makeup on her face. Without make up her face still radiated.

However, his hand movements stopped. Those beautiful eyes accidentally saw the pile of files that should have been neatly stored in the drawer.

Kirana sighed heavily, last night she did take out the file. Remembering the words of Rara, her comrade in arms in the convection. Rara will stop working there, because she will migrate to Kota. Desperate to follow Rara's trail back to the capital, but Kirana was too scared. His complicated past is neatly tucked away in that city. The greatest sin he ever committed and did not want him to remember.

He had promised someone not to return to the City, to bury himself in his pain.

On the other hand,

A tall man just got out of his car by himself. He walked while holding a black suit in his left hand.

He is Alex Dieter, a man of German-Javanese descent. CEO of a well-known company engaged in fashion. He got the title of the hottest handsome executive in his company. Her appearance was perfect, with a well-built body, brownish blonde hair, able to make all women unblink when they saw her.

Alex's status as a widower is well established and mature, making anyone race to fill the vacant position as Dieter's mistress. But it's not that easy, Alex is a workaholic perfectionist. Even his marriage only lasted a year, because the man spent more time in the company.

"Good morning, sir." greet the employees, as soon as the boss comes.

Alex did not reply, continuing to walk without looking at him in the slightest. His haughty attitude made him abstain from just smiling or bowing his head.

He walked towards the elevator, and pressed the button up, where the room was.

Arriving inside the room, he was a little surprised to find a woman waiting for him. Sitting on the sofa in tight clothes. The woman is the daughter, his ex-wife, whom he divorced a year ago.

"Do you want to come here" said Alex, his face huffed. Disturbed by the presence of the Princess

The princess walked slowly over to Alex, "Alles Gute zum Geburtstag, Alex."

(Happy birthday, Alex )

Alex laughed heartily, hearing the congratulations from his ex-wife. He had forgotten that today was his birthday.

In his heart, he felt very sad. The abundant treasure he had now, was somehow unable to buy the happiness and tranquility he wanted.

"Danke's! (Thank you!)" say Alex in a flat tone.

The princess smiled broadly, feeling confident that only she would wish Alex a birthday. He always cared about that man. Despite being separated, the princess still loved him very much. Although he knew, in Alex's heart there was no gap to enter again. In fact, when they got married first......

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