The Price of Sainthood
Meeting with someone

"Can you arrange my meeting with this girl?"

Jonathan frowned as he stared at the photo from Robby's phone, his boss. His soul instantly thrashed for a moment. For what reason does the CEO and the highest shareholder of the company where he works want to meet a young girl who looks simple?

"I mean Father?"

Robby only sharpened his gaze when the assistant asked. So that the man who was younger than himself hurriedly corrected the question.

"Emmm sorry. I mean on what basis, sir. So it's better to take care of it, I mean."

"I want to talk to him" Robby replied briefly without looking into Jonathan's face. He busied himself with the files piled up on his desk.

While Jonathan, although still not understood the meaning of the Master, but he still nodded obediently as usual when he got the order. "Good, sir."

As if he was thinking about something, Robby fell silent while turning his eyes. A moment later he also set his eyes on Jonathan who was still faithfully looking at the screen of his phone to look at the photo. A curious pitched question then slid just like that.

"Have you seen him?"

Jonathan looked up at his boss. The adult man who was still single gave an answer after trying to remember.

"It doesn't seem like it, sir."

Robby nodded. He then revealed a fact that made Jonathan widen his eyes for a moment. "I've been bagging information about him."

***

Alisha looks so good this morning. Girls deliberately get ready early because they want to deliver their own cake order from someone. He looks very cheerful. Black circles that appear in the eye area due to staying up late he does not even care.

His phone suddenly rang as the girl wearing the checkered shirt as her outfit stacked the cake boxes into large cardboard boxes. Soon he stopped activities to receive someone's call.

"Are you going to deliver the cake order yourself?" ask someone across there as soon as Alisha greets him.

"Yes dong, Dan. Why?" Alisha asked after parsing her answer.

"What am I doing?" bargain Dante after. There was an anxious tone that colored the young man's question.

"What the hell, Dan." Instead of accepting Dante's offer, Alisha chuckles.

"I'm serious, Al," said Dante in seriousness. I don't know why he felt something was wrong. How can anyone order so many cakes but refuse to be asked for an address even though the cake buyer has sent the purchase money.

"Yes, Dan. I understand," said Alisha understood as she took her cell phone between the head and shoulders. He used his hand to continue packing the cookies to shorten the time. "But you are busy working for the future. I don't want to bother you, Dan. We can't even take these cookies on a motorcycle. Orders are very much. I hired a taxi to haul everything, I'll take it too. You don't have to worry. I must be fine."

Alisha smiled a full smile even though Dante who was across the street could not see her expression. He could even imagine the anxious look of the young man as usual. But how else. He had to support the young man who was secretly loved to meet a better future.

"Yes, whatever you want." Dante finally relented without the slightest hint of anger. Alisha here seemed to be smiling with relief. "You be careful."

"Yes Dante, I must be careful."

***

After unloading her cargo, the taxi that drove Alisha went straight from there. Next to four large boxes of cakes, Alisha sat on a wooden chair. He arrived at the appointment place. Deliberately arrive early so as not to make the person wait.

Until some time waiting without any certainty, Alisha began to be made agitated. The number of the customer could not be contacted. There is also no address available.

The girl was getting more and more unsettled. It was in her mind that Alisha was a victim of fraud. However, it is possible that he was deceived while the buyer had sent the payment in full at the beginning.

Apparently Alisha's patience is bearing fruit. The number with the name of the booker is on the screen when the phone rings a few moments later. Not intending to waste any more time, he immediately received a call and greeted someone across the street.

"Hello, Mistress. Where are you now? I've been where we made the appointment with your ordered cakes."

"I'm sorry, because I came a little late" said the voice of the woman across the street. "Can you please come to me somewhere? I want to give Mbak a bonus but now there is a meeting."

"Actually I don't mind, ma'am. But what about your pastries?" ask Alisha to make sure.

"Let the cake there, Ma'am. My driver will take me there. How, Mommy can come here, right? It's not far from where we promised."

Alisha nodded even though the person talking to her did not see. "Okay, Madam."

Unsuspecting, Alisha immediately went to the place the woman mentioned. He entered a cafe and occupied one of the empty tables. He deliberately refused the offer of waitresses on the grounds of waiting for friends. However, until some time waiting, the woman had not shown any signs of emergence.

Until ... moments later a man of the same age with Narendra came closer.

Seeing the foreign man standing looking at her made Alisha frown in disbelief. He scanned the appearance of the man from top to bottom. From the expensive suit stelan worn, he could judge the man was not from the lower classes.

"You're Alisha?"

Sontak Alisha. From where the man knew his name while they had never met before.

Alisha managed to master herself from shock to being able to stand up and answer the man's question politely.

"Truly Sir. I'm Alisha."

The man thinned his lips with an expression that Alisha could not understand. Then wordlessly anchoring the buttocks occupied the empty seat opposite Alisha.

While Alisha herself still stood looking at the astonished look at the man in front of her. He almost opened his voice to ask but did not do, because the man had already introduced himself first.

"introduce. I'm Robby. Dante's dad."

Like lightning striking in broad daylight. Robby's words make Alisha surprised not dumbass. He subconsciously widened his eyes with his mouth slightly agape. How can the rich man introduce himself as Dante's father while as long as he knows, Dante is a poor young man who comes from the village?

Could Dante be lying?

Alisha's mentality instantly stupefied as the look of disdain Robby showed while scanning her appearance.

"Say. How much do you need to get away from my son?"

Alisha immediately turned her head in anger when Robby asked her question casually.

"sorry. What do you mean, sir?" He chose to ask not to understand in order to cover up his humiliation of self. While Robby himself just smiled lightly caught a trace of anger from Alisha's question.

"No need to pretend not to understand. I've memorized the nature of girls like you who just want to take advantage of my son's kindness. You approached Dante just to get a confession. After he drops his heart completely, you want to make use of it by dredging his wealth. I see, don't you?"

Alisha's hands clenched to see the cynical smile of Robby. The man not only accused him of cruelty, but it was clearly an evil slander. He doesn't even know what Dante's family background looks like. So how does the story go he wants to dredge the young man's wealth?

Not enough Robby to make Alisha feel sick, the man hit her again with a big surprise.

"Originally you know, you're not worth my son. Dante has a much better soul mate than you. Sorry, this isn't about treasure. Except for a woman's character." Suddenly Robby turned to the door and mentioned a name as if he were calling.

"Well!"