Love Behind the Scenes
CHAPTER 3 Falling in Love Can Be Stupid

San Junior, so commonly called in my family environment, since childhood I've been used to it, I'm the third of four children, San that means Santoso, my grandfather's name, many say, the good looks, the wisdom, the intelligence and the mindset that I used were all inherited from my late grandfather.

Even so I feel, I am not as perfect as others say I am.

I'll start with my daily activities.

Actually I still handle the branch office of East Java Region, but since one week, my father fell ill because of his busy life as the main director of Bhakti Karya Group which drained his energy.

I felt sorry for my father who had to lie weak in the hospital, so I decided to take the place of a temporary father, handling the head office, while the secretary of the trust of the father who replaced my position in the branch office, while my secretary, took part in moving temporary duties. Yes, in the meantime, I know, because I really hope you get well soon.

Regarding my education, I was the youngest and fastest graduate at a university abroad, when I was only 20 years old, and that meant I was only two and a half years old, after graduating S1 I was offered an S2 college scholarship as well, and even up to S3, which I completed two years ago. And directly devote ourselves to our family company that has been hereditary.

My grandfather founded this company with his partner when he was young. Once the crisis was triggered when he was 3 years old, until finally grandfather had to lose his own friend, because it was discovered he was the cause of the financial decline in the company. Bhakti Karya Group is now 63 years old.

In my village, even though I am not a native of the population there, and even I tend to be like other physical Indonesians, black (in comparison to them). But, for some reason so many women want to steal the attention from me, even though I do not touch them at all, they still continue to seek attention, vying to approach me, he said, so that I felt my own disgust for them.

Either when there was a woman who commented on my post so eagerly I sent a message that I wanted to get to know her more closely.

I think she's the kind of woman who'd be really cool if she knew each other.

But I must bear my disappointment, already almost 2 weeks after my last message, there has been no reply from him, so I still continue to wait patiently, so I am still waiting patiently, I don't know if I've ever been like this before, but obviously I've never been this curious about a woman.

And I was desperate to wait after 2 weeks had passed, I sent him back a message.

"Oh hi, what are you doing?" (send)_ once my message has finally been sent, hoping that it will be received, and read, remembering that the last one did not.

Today I am still busy as a substitute for my father, the good news is that I have come home, starting to improve. But, still reluctant to work again, so I was still stuck in this crowded capital city, with my busy work schedule as well. There is no word to relax for me, even my home hours are sometimes far too late from the employees at the office, sometimes even I do not have the opportunity to go home, and sleep in a special room in the director's room, he said, at times like this I just know how hard my father's struggle so far for the passage of Bhakti Karya Group. Like my grandfather ran.