Aruna looked closer once again.

She even looked around, observing how much Damar had caught up with teenagers.

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His attitude for young women who were now being called fans was definitely a lot different. He wasn't like that before—very anti-teenage girls who were curious about him.

He often made them cry.

One of which was because of his skill in speaking openly and directly refused their love confessions.

She still remembered very well that the girl carrying the cake was crying so badly on the 1st-floor of the Magic Letter broadcast, which was definitely because of Damar's rustling.

"I like your cake but I don't like you, so I accept this cake and please leave."

"But I like you."

"Well, that's your business."

"Why do you always accept my gift?"

"Because I want to eat it."

"Just like that?"

"Yes, that simple."

And the young girl started howling.

Somehow, Damar casually went to the 2nd-floor, eating his gift without sin while playing a game.

"Hais, crazy rhyme maker!!" (Lili)

"So, you got the beautiful cakes from her all this time?" (Dea)

Damar nodded.

"Ouch, my stomach feels full of sin." (Aruna)

Furthermore, the three of them dragged Damar to apologize.

The girl finally wanted to go home. This kind of thing happened over and over again.

Past fans were sedated by novels or beautiful poetry sprinkled with flowers made by this talented literary student.

But, they didn't know the real indie novelist named Damar.

Now, Aruna often missed him. Yes, she missed the old Damar, who didn't care about his appearance.

She missed his long scattered hair, decorated with a thin beard filled his chin, wearing a hoodie jacket everywhere, casual, and indifferent.

If it was at the worst level, Aruna and friends started complaining, asking Damar, the game-player to tidy himself up a little.

Aruna once lost a ball score bet and ended up shaving Damar's beard while grumbling.

If she couldn't stand it, she took her ribbon and ponytailed the young man's hair when he was busy writing on laptop or just playing games.

Lili and Dea sometimes took turns picking up Damar Hoodie jackets to wash.

Yes, as bad as that.

All knew this silly young man was included in the ranks of handsome men. With just parting his long hair, girls will be impressed.

And now, he was not just pulling out long hair, he was so much more than that. His fashion and his manner in public had also changed.

It was reasonable if a lot of teenagers were crazy about him.

From Aruna's point of view, there was a mixed worry. Why did he take a different path?

That was always the question.

Damar consistently answered with his own ambiguous statement.

Aruna took her phone, taking Damar's picture from a distance.

Before she could take his picture, the little girl's elbow was touched by someone, and her phone fell off, sliding to the 1st-floor.

It made the people below panic.

Aruna was about to run to take it.

"I'll buy you a new one." The man she had been ignoring earlier whispered, grabbing Aruna's hand.

Aruna stuttered as if she had just woken up from a long dream.

"It can't be saved anyway."

"Let my bodyguard take it. That is if it's still intact." He added.

The alien dragged her towards the line of phone sellers.

He asked Aruna to choose the one she liked the most. He then swiped the magic card one more time.

It was quite long after the new phone could be used.

Hendra still controlled Aruna, along with their journey to where she wanted to go.

It was just 10 minutes ago, there was a dispute that Aruna didn't wanna be escorted by him, wanted to leave, and wanted to go there alone.

She then realised that there was no phone she could use to order an online taxi.

"Here it is. You can use it now." Hendra handed Aruna's new phone.

'My husband??' Aruna frowned.

The first thing she saw on the screen of her new phone was a number named 'My Husband'.

"My number. You must save it properly."

"In less than 20 days, I'll be that name, your husband." The man beside him spoke without looking at Aruna.

Ah, could it be him who dropped Aruna's phone?

Who knew.

Aruna's mind started to mess with two men who took turns filling her mind.

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Aruna was flipping through her new phone. It was too good.

While seeing which applications can be recovered immediately, she also downloaded certain applications needed as a project design for the Magic Letter broadcast.

Luckily, the number can still be saved.

Aruna glanced at Hendra.

The WenceslasGroup's CEO's face became so cold like a dummy, silent.

He even seemed like he wasn't breathing at all.

Aruna had to start a conversation. But, start from what? Thank you or sorry?

Yes, indeed. She needed to apologize.

It seemed that Hendra knew that his number was stored under the name 'crazy CEO.' (+ _ +)

But, if she must be sorry first, could the CEO be sure not to be angry?

Ah, how annoying it was to deal with a mysterious, grumpy, like-it-all man, and lots of negative expressions in Aruna's mind for the Wenceslas's sole heir.

She finally didn't say 'sorry.'

"Thank you, Hendra." Aruna greeted him.

He only glanced and then was silent again.

"Thank you also for today." Aruna added.

'Wait for this day??'

'Not worthy of a word of thanks except the ability of his magic card.'

"Thank you for today, I corrected."

Hendra's forehead frowned at Aruna's words.

"Oh no. Leave a message of my thanks to your magic card." Aruna was more satisfied with the choice of words in her last words.

The two passengers at the front were coughing from laughter. They couldn't stand to see their boss' future wife.

"You really don't know how to thank properly?!" Hendra said his words in a low grim tone.

"I know you're angry."

"But I can't say thanks for all your behavior today." Aruna was silent too.

They didn't greet each other until they reached Aruna's destination.

There were only 2 cars left that accompanied them. The one containing the photographers, including Surya, had left first because there were other things to do.

"Stop." Aruna's words stopped the people in the Bentley Continental, stopping their intention of getting out.

"Tell your bodyguards. No one can get out of the car except you."

"I'm sure you don't want to go home now, even if I force it." Aruna asked.

"Why? What's the problem with my guards?" Hendra thought Aruna's request was strange.

"Their appearances are tacky!"

'What??' the two bodyguards in front gasped.

"Wearing black suits on a bright day like this, they are like a mafia gang! Their movements are the same.. !!" Aruna was annoyed.

"In a rural village like this, their styles will invite a lot of questions!" Aruna had always been like this.

Hendra remembered the wrong costume incident when he first picked her up at the 'casual style' campus.

"Yes, alright..."

"But by the way, what is this place??" Hendra was a little confused by the building's condition they visited.

Not an orphanage as he imagined.

Too bad.

Aruna smiled at Hendra's confusion.

The Magic Letter's founder explained while taking out a shopping bag from the car's trunk.

"It's a study studio. This place used to be a street school. But because the children chose to be buskers or waste pickers instead of school, finally, the LKS (Social Welfare Institution) who oversaw it took the initiative to become a study studio."

"They can learn anything here every afternoon with volunteers. And those who have decided to join class A, B, or C, they will be grouped separately. They will receive more intensive guidance, so it is simpler without coercion."

Hendra looked even more confused. His family ran many charity scholarships but never had one of them.

Aruna reassuringly smiled.

"Is it your first time to a place like this?"

The man looked warily around.

He carefully looked at the set foot on a building that was almost entirely made of wood.

The sound of 'kriet kriet' while walking amazed him. A glance from Aruna confirmed if it wasn't a problem.

"Come on, Hendra, this building will not collapse because it sounds." Aruna pulled Hendra's Coat to immediately enter without hesitation.

The building, which was called a study studio, was more similar to a house on stilts. The floor was made of wood, and of course, the walls were also made of wood.

From the front porch, there were two rooms with lined windows covered in faded white mosquito nets. The door was quite unique, a manual sliding door.

In Hendra's office, there were many such doors. However, he didn't imagine that sliding doors could be made of wood, modified manually by local wisdom.

Hendra walked faster because of Aruna's pull. The girl slid the wooden door in front of her.

"Good evening.. Aruna is coming ..." Her face brightened, cheerfully greeting the children inside.

Hendra had seen that expression twice.

It was at his first meeting in the best newcomer startup in craft category award won by Aruna.

At that time, they didn't know each other. However, Hendra realized that the girl was so radiant, surrounded by many friends.

When she got off the stage, her friends ran to greet her. The event did take place at Tripusaka University, Aruna's campus.

Hendra was invited as a speaker there because he was one of the most influential young CEOs.

Aruna may not remember that they had met long before the wedding agreement between Lesmana and his grandfather, Wiryo.

The next bright face happened when Hendra and his secretary became a seminar participant for startups.

After that, Hendra no longer saw her bright face.