Chapter. 7 Finally Remember Too

The conversation continued as Mr Kenan explained that their visit was to propose to Raceh to become Zefki's wife.

While everyone was busy discussing upcoming events, Raceh occasionally glanced at Zefki to gauge his reaction. However, she couldn't find an answer. The young man seemed relaxed and carefree, unlike Raceh, who feared the prospect of marriage, especially to a man she hadn't known before.

Even during dinner, the conversation persisted. Raceh struggled to finish her food on her plate despite everyone else finding it delicious. Once again, she looked at Zefki. He ate with gusto, seemingly indifferent to the ongoing discussion.

After dinner, everyone relaxed in the living room, enjoying the delicious cake Raceh had made. Meanwhile, Zefki received a call from Assistant Sutan in the garden. Mrs. Santi, aware of the situation, asked Raceh to take some cakes to Zefki. As Zefki finished his call, he gazed at the fish swimming in the nearby pond, unaware that Raceh was beside him.

"Excuse me, Mr. Here are the cakes. I'll leave them here. Mom asked me to deliver them to you," Raceh said, placing the cakes on a small table near him.

Zefki turned towards Raceh and said, "Sit down."

Raceh sat, bowing her head. They sat in silence, lost in their thoughts.

Then Zefki asked, "Why are you agreeing to this arranged marriage with me?" studying Raceh intently.

"I'm just following my parents' wishes, sir. My father believes you are a responsible man," Raceh replied, still keeping her head down.

Upon hearing this, Zefki smirked and snorted, "Then why have you avoided eye contact?"

"Um ... I'm sorry, sir."

"Lift your head and look at me!" he commanded.

"Okay, sir," Raceh replied.

Zefki stared into the girl's eyes, searching for honesty.

In his mind, Zefki wondered, "Why does she look so sad? Is she suffering so much from being forced into this marriage with me? Ugh!"

He turned away and said, "I'll accept this arranged marriage solely because of pressure from my parents. So, at least we're in the same boat! Oh, by the way, were you in my room the other day?" he asked, curious.

"Um... what room, sir?" Raceh asked, not understanding.

"Forget it!" Zefki dismissed.

Suddenly, Mrs. Clement approached them inside the house, saying, "Oh, you're both here."

"Yes, Aunt," Raceh replied.

"How about it, Zef? Have you been introduced to Raceh?"

"Introduced? What do you mean, Mom?" Zefki asked.

"Well, introduce yourselves. What's wrong with you, Zef!"

"But earlier, we already introduced ourselves, right, Mom? So, what else?" he said, staring sharply at Mrs. Clement, and walked away.

Raceh just smiled when she saw Zefki starting to leave.

Mrs. Clement then said,

"You must be patient, for Zefki. He's like that. But he has a good heart." The mom then approached Raceh, saying,

"Well, let's go inside."

The conversation continued, and everyone agreed to hold the wedding event for a month. Zefki agreed, but Raceh, whose heart had been pounding, was thinking about her future.

The four parents were thrilled because both prospective spouses agreed to their decision.

After Grace returned from her office event, Mr. Fidel began explaining to his daughter the meeting results. Grace kept looking at her sister, who seemed to have a trace of sadness on her face.

Three weeks later, preparations for their wedding were underway. But all plans changed due to Zefki's actions. He didn't want his marriage to be publicized, citing his role as the CEO of ZR Corp. It could have an impact on his competitors in the future. If his private life was exposed, and the four parents agreed with Zefki's idea.

The wedding was only attended by immediate family and trusted individuals from the company; outsiders were not allowed.

That afternoon, Raceh was seen working on her computer. Suddenly, her colleague named Bian approached her, offering a refreshing drink or snack for the day.

"Ra ... You're so serious about work. Relax! Here, for you," offering a drink to Raceh. The girl smiled and thanked her.

"That smile of yours, Ra, melts my heart!" exclaimed Bian.

"Stop flirting, Ra! Typical fake boy!" teased Fani, Raceh's colleague.

Raceh smiled again at both of them, saying, "Just joking? Wait until Mr. Raka comes; then, you'll all be silent," Raceh concluded.

"Ehem!" Then, the sound of someone clearing their throat was heard, and indeed, it was Mr. Raka.

"Afternoon, Sir!" They all exclaimed simultaneously.

Mr Raka nodded and told Raceh there was a phone call for him on line two.

Raceh answered the call, which was Assistant Sutan instructing him to come to his office immediately.

Raceh left his colleagues and entered the elevator, wondering why the second person in the company summoned him.

Upon reaching Assistant Sutan's office, Raceh was invited in. He followed Assistant Sutan to a luxurious room, impressed by its lavish and artistic interior, unlike other rooms in the office.

Raceh was seated on a very comfortable sofa, and the room had a cold atmosphere with possibly low AC temperature.

Secretary Risa brought Raceh a cup of tea, saying, "Please enjoy your tea, Miss. Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Secretary Risa."

"Uh ... yes, thank you."

Raceh waited for almost fifteen minutes. The atmosphere in the room became tense as everyone remained silent.

Then, the side door opened, revealing Zefki in his work suit, "Good afternoon, Young Master. Are you refreshed after a short break?" Assistant Sutan asked.

Zefki remained silent, noticing Raceh in the room. Raceh seemed surprised when Zefki walked in and sat in his big chair. On his desk, there was a transparent glass board with CEO ZR Corp written on it.

Raceh suddenly lowered her head, hiding her face, thinking, "He's the CEO of this company." Raceh felt inferior to Zefki, her prospective husband, while she was just an ordinary employee.

Zefki's question broke the silence in the room, "But why did you bring her, pointing to Raceh, here?"

"Sorry, Young Master. But this is at the request of Mrs. Clement. This afternoon, she made an appointment for Young Master and Miss Raceh for a wedding dress fitting," Secretary Risa explained.

"Ugh! The wedding is still three weeks away. Why the rush, Mom?" Zefki exclaimed, seemingly annoyed with his mother.

"Sorry, Young Master. Mrs. Clement's orders cannot be disobeyed," Secretary Risa replied.

Zefki had been staring at Raceh, who kept bowing her head. "Hey, you! What's your name?" he asked, piercingly.

"My name is Raceh, Young Master."

"Yeah, Raceh! Why have you been bowing your head? Did you do something wrong? Oh, I remember! You bumped into my back, didn't you?" he said, staring sharply at the girl.

"I apologize, Young Master. It was unintentional. Please forgive me. Please don't fire me ..." Raceh hastily replied, half scared, given Zefki's threat.

"Ha-ha-ha, quite interesting!" he exclaimed again.