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"In less than three weeks, you're going to be engaged to Vian," murmured Ares, turning toward the woman now in her arms.

The Suns on Sunday were almost at their highest, but they were still slung over Briena's kingsize bed. Holidays like this always make everyone reluctant to get out of a posesive bed. Enjoy precious time with blankets that twist their bodies.

'I didn't even realize we were getting engaged in three weeks. Why do you know better than I do?" murmured Briena unconcerned.

Since having dinner with peru's president last week, Briena has never met Vian again. In addition to being equally busy, they chose not to communicate because there was nothing important to discuss through the meeting.

"Anything related to Vian never seems to matter," Ares said, gently wiping Briena's temple.

"I do care about this marriage, but that doesn't mean I should care about the man," Briena said as she closes her arms to Ares.

"All right." Ares nodded. I remember our meeting, the murmurings all of a sudden.

"Our meeting first?" asked Briena looking up.

"Hehm." Ares ducked down at Briena's face. "Do you think our meeting was destiny or coincidence?" he asked later.

'I don't believe in coincidence, but I know that our meeting is not destiny. So I guess, we just met at the right time," Briena replied.

"Doesn't that mean we're destined to meet," Ares said.

"Fate will keep us together, Res. In fact we're not at the same time forever. Our meeting has its validity period."

"The right time, but not the right fate."

"You're right." Briena nodded approvingly. "At that time we were equally interested in establishing relationships because of the similarity of principles." The woman's mind drifted towards the time when her first meeting was with Ares.

Flashback On

Briena and Ares sit face to face. There are several file collisions on the table, two untouched coffee cups, as well as a grey square tablet. Briena is busy sliding the screen on her phone, reading once again her client's cooperation contract. While Ares is busy with a tablet in his hand.

The atmosphere of the café where they met was very quiet, only their tables contained residents, as well as the table behind the chairs occupied by Briena. A pair of men and women who seem to be discussing a problem.

"Are we going to be like this all the time? I'm tired of constantly arguing with my parents," the woman complained to her lover, her face implying fatigue and frustration.

"Me too, but we can do what, honey. Your parents don't approve of our relationship because my family isn't as rich as you," said the boyfriend holding his hand tightly.

"Then how? Did we just run away from home? We can live with our savings," the woman said.

"Run away?"

"Yes, run away. If we need to leave Indonesia, we just stay abroad. how? You agree, don't you?"

"Hehm ... All right, I agree," said the man accepting the woman's invitation.

"Heh, you moron," murmured Briena, who accidentally overheard the couple's conversation. Makes the man who is now in front of him frown his forehead astonished.

"What the hell is stupid?" asked the man, looking at Briena in wonder.

"The play you just heard, sir, was a pair of stupid men sitting behind me," Briena said.

This afternoon, the woman was on an important meeting schedule with a client from The White Lion Country, Singapore. A young entrepreneur engaged in culinary, handsome man who is still 25 years old but already has a branch of restaurant almost all over Asia.

"You mean the couple who chose to run away because they didn't get the blessing of the girl's parents?" the man asked.

"That's it. Oh, yes, we haven't officially met, I'm Kalebriena, just call me Briena," Briena said introducing herself.

"I'm Kenares, you can call me Ares. One more, I'd rather use the vocabulary 'I-You' than 'I-you', so can we leave that boring call?" bargained Ares to be more relaxed.

"OK, Mr. Ares. So what kind of concept do you want for your restaurant in Indonesia? My secretary has sent you the draft file, hasn't he?" said Briena, taking her seriously, just wanting to get the job done quickly but without gaps.

"I've sent you the concept I want to email you. You can check it now," Ares replied pointing at I-Pad Briena with her chin.

Briena immediately checked her email notification, then opened the email with Id. @Ken.ARES. Seeing the whole concept of what the young entrepreneur wants, occasionally nodding and then silently understand the wishes of the client contained in the concept.

"What about you?" asks Ares suddenly, breaking down a bit of Briena's concentration that is seriously looking at the concept in her I-Pad.

"I like the design you choose. This concept will make your restaurant fresher with nuan-."