Friday love story

Living amidst wealth made the Harold family one of the most respected families in Jakarta. Mr. Kenan Harold and Mrs. Clement Harold had a son, their only child, named Zefki Harold.

Zefki was a handsome man with a blend of Indonesian and American features inherited from his parents' lineages. This made him the desire of every woman, whether teenagers or an adults. At thirty, Zefki was already leading his father's property business, armed with a master's degree from a foreign university, earning his father's trust to manage the family business.

Being an only child, Zefki's demeanor appeared arrogant and self-centered. His brutal and indifferent nature piqued the curiosity of many women. Even during his school days, he was idolized by his peers, but he paid no attention to their affections, believing love and such things were mere nonsense.

Zefki believed he didn't need love; his logic and dominant mindset disconnected him from romantic feelings. Some even speculated he might be interested in same-sex relationships, but Zefki seemed indifferent to public opinions about him.

However, news of his single status reached his parents. Mrs. Clement, in particular, shed tears over her only child's unmarried status. One day, in Zefki's room, he questioned his mother's tears.

"Why are you crying, Mom? I find it strange your behavior. Crying over something abstract like that," Zefki remarked to his mother.

Taking a deep breath, Mrs. Clement wiped her tears and said, "How can I not feel sad seeing my only child still unmarried? Meanwhile, the children of our socialite friends your age are already married and having grandchildren. They are very enthusiastic about sharing their grandchildren's progress."

But Zefki remained unsympathetic.

"Forget it, Mom. Don't worry about what people say. I don't live based on their opinions, right, Mom? You're beautiful, aren't you?" Zefki hugged his mother, but Mrs. Clement persisted.

"I don't care! This year, you must get married! Period!" his mother declared.

Hearing his mother's words, Zefki burst into laughter, "Ha-ha-ha! Mom, you're being ridiculous. Who should I marry? I don't think about marriage at all, Mom. It's far from my plans. Ha-ha-ha, Mom, you're funny!" With that, Zefki walked away, ignoring his mother's words.

"Zefki, where are you going, dear?"

"I'm going to exercise, Mom. Do you want to join? Lifting weights, maybe? I'm sure you can't handle it, ha-ha-ha."

"Zefki! You're teasing Mom, aren't you?"

"I'm just joking, Mom."

"Well, go on, exercise, but remember my words," Mrs. Clement reminded him.

Zefki hummed happily, seeming not to hear his mother's words. He headed to the gym in his house, where he started his workout routine. After a satisfying weightlifting session, he moved to the swimming pool.

While he was swimming, his phone suddenly rang, interrupting his activity. Zefki stopped for a moment and answered the call.

Zefki: "Hello, who is this?"

Sutan: "I'm sorry to disturb your rest, Young Master."

Zefki: "I'm working out. Yes, go ahead, what is it?"

The call was from his assistant Sutan, who informed him about a client who wanted to meet him tomorrow morning.

Zefki: "Alright, Sutan. Please tell them I'll meet them tomorrow at 10 AM."