The Coldest CEO was my first love

In my room with the scent of roses that I always love. I've changed the sheets and curtains of the room, the atmosphere of this room was back to life after being dim for a long time.

Now my room color was brighter like my face. I pulled the curtains, fully opened the glass walls of my room, I watched the wide curtains of the large glass windows of my room.

Today I let the morning sunshine through the room on the second floor of my parents' house.

Today .. our first date.

I looked at myself in the mirror, I don't know how many times. It's hard to pick out the right clothes for the first date.

I let out a heavy sigh. Changing the blouse again. I took the other hanger from the cupboard.

Take a few pieces of clothes and pants, piled on the bed. I've been trying to seriously fit some of those clothes on my body, but it seems like nothing is interesting for me to wear.

I froze for a moment with my body in the mirror. my mind returns to the hot night we spent together.

That night, Mario and I failed to did it, we had to go home because of a phone call from my mother.

Remembering that incident still makes my face hot. I feel so embarrassed.

I shook my head, trying to forget the incident at the hotel that night, after that incident, we decided to meet again and called this is the first time for a date.

This time, I have to prepare myself more fully. I've cleaned up properly and am now trying to find the best clothes.

I took other clothes from the top of the bed which was full of clothes.

Matching with my body facing the mirror.

"Geez, so ugly," all the pieces of clothing made me unsatisfied. It feels hopeless. Was it this difficult to find the right clothes for a first planned date?

I didn't know how many clothes I threw. But nothing matches my eyes yet.

Finally, I still wear my flagship style. Tight jeans, T-shirts, and sneakers, okay!

I looked at the mirror once again. Frowning, still not satisfied. These are everyday clothes and on special occasions, I also have to wear these ordinary clothes.

What was wrong, I was desperate.

I lifted my head and was surprised to find a reflection other than myself in the mirror. Mama peeked from behind the bedroom door.

"Mama, you surprised me, "I said surprised

Mama shook her head. Her face was teasing me. Mom's lips made me smile shyly.

"Do you need help, come here Mama help you to choose," said my woman, taking a piece of blouse on the bed.

Mama cleverly tidied the clothes that were scattered in my room. She took a piece of off-shoulder blouse not far from my sitting position.

"This outfit is nice, it matches the jeans you are wearing." Mama handed me the blouse and looked alternately between the top and the jeans I was wearing.

I frowned. Noticed the pink blouse in mama's hand. At first, I was a little hesitant about Mom's choice. But slowly my finger seemed to comply. I touched the tip of the blouse and smiled back at Mama's sweet smile, it's just that.

"ah crop top model, I'm afraid to show my stomach," I muttered frowning but I still tried it first, and showed.

Mama smiled.

"wahhh .." Mama looks amazed by the combination of choices.

I dress in the mirror. Wow .. super Kawai! This outfit was simple but looks cute overload, crop top blouse with off shoulder combined with light blue jean.

I hugged mom. Mama's choice was the best and I love it. This waist pink blouse fits perfectly. I grabbed a round sling bag made of my favorite rattan, getting ready to enjoy the day.

"Mama. I will go," I said goodbye, leaving a warm kiss on Mama's cheek.

"Be careful, dear" said my mother in return my greetings. We throw warm smiles with cheerful faces.

****

Point of view, Mama.

Mama was standing at the window side of Bey's room, she was waiting for her child to come out of the house and she sees from up here. The transparent glass wall allows mama's eyes to look straight at the street, she can see her daughter who has come out of the house gate.

Bey jogged. The sound of her shoes farther away down the stairs. Mama smiled from her daughter's room that smelled of roses. It was clear from the window glass of this room that the two beautiful eyes saw light steps and Bey's bright face.

This fast the baby girl grew up. This little girl in house jewelry was getting growth. She didn't feel that her eyes tears dripping.

Bey, I always pray for you dear, I just want you to be always happy. Always smiling and laughing, like this time.

It had been quite a while since this house had lost Bey's smile, the warm voice, and the spoiled whimper.

Mama doesn't know what the problem was with her daughter, After coming home from the rental house for schoolwork during high school, her daughter changed a lot. Bey becomes a gloomy girl and often shuts herself in the room. Makes her mother anxious.

"Grow up well, my child. Even though you still can't share stories but mama will always be there for you .." she whispered, wiping away the tears.

The sound of the door opening startled Mama. She was in a hurry to hide her tears. A man approached mama. He was standing next to mama. His hand tapped his wife's shoulder, he was Bey's father, parents who have always loved their daughter.

"Why are you sad when your daughter is happy?" He asked with a smile on his lips.

His hand waved, returning the wave of Bey's hand that disappeared around the corner

"She's always been happy to walk and enjoy the morning sun."

Mama turned and looked at the face of the man who was hugging her shoulders.

They smile warmly at each other.

Mama returned her husband's hug. Receiving a gentle caress on her head.

"You're always touching my head like this. You're always stroking my hair warmly like this .." whispered mama.

Bey's father smiled. "I like you who are comfortable with my touch. I hope Bey also meets a man who will love and comfort her for the rest of her life."

Mama nodded in agreement with what Bey's father said.

The baby girl has continued to grow. Her small face has now become an adult with a very beautiful and soft face. But her innocence was still the same.

"I realize the process of maturity. I'm still waiting for her to tell me everything she feels. I hope that she always meets good people and makes her life happy. Mama and papa can only pray .. "