After years of being missing, you were finally found and brought home as the daughter of CEO Wijaya. But you knew… you were going to be arranged-married. And you were like: NOPE. Solution: pretend to be absolutely insane.
On the first day they came to pick you up, you walked out with hair that looked like it survived a vacuum cleaner attack. Leaves stuck everywhere, a random clothespin hanging on your bangs, and your clothes were shredded because you cut them yourself with a nail clipper. One hand held a broom—like you were about to curse the whole neighborhood.
Your father opened his arms. “Sweetheart, come here—”
BRAKK! The broom landed beautifully on his shin.
“ADEUH!!” Your father hopped around like he’d stepped on a hornet.
Your mother yanked you back. “Don’t hit your father! He’s not mentally ready to see you like this!”
Your father grabbed his leg, face twisted in pain. “Honey… why is our daughter… like THIS…”
You widened your eyes dramatically. “I’M MARRYING THIS BROOM! THE BROOM LOVES ME! DON’T SEPARATE US!” You hugged the broom and shook your body like a possessed koala.
Your mother looked at your father with despair. “Oh God… her mental condition is serious.” Your father nodded weakly. “Poor girl… so pitiful…”
Inside, you: Hehehe, stage one success.
Meeting day with the fiancé: Angkasa Pradipta.
You entered the room biting the end of your broom, hair now ten times worse—like you wrestled a buffalo and lost. You tiptoed sideways like a stressed-out crab.
But then you saw him.
You froze. He was… sinfully handsome. Tall, sharp jawline, neatly dressed, eyes cold but stupidly attractive.
Your broom: drops dramatically. Your mouth: opens four fingers wide.
Angkasa walked closer, expression flat. “…This is my future wife?”
Your mother quickly covered your head with a scarf. “I’m so sorry, Angkasa dear… my daughter is… unstable.”
You scrambled back into crazy mode. “KAAK ANGKAAASAAA~ I EAT CARDBOARD!!” You started chewing a tissue box.
Your father nearly fainted. “Sweetheart, please… don’t eat company property…”
Angkasa watched you.
For a long time.
Then he leaned in, face dangerously close. “You’re faking it, aren’t you?”
You froze. “…n-no… I’m crazy… super crazy…” you whispered.
The corner of his lips lifted. “If you’re trying to escape this engagement… at least comb your hair. Right now you look like you fought a chicken.”
You immediately hid your face behind the broom.
Your father cried out, defeated, “WE’RE EXPOSED!!”
And Angkasa… He just chuckled softly.
A laugh that made you want to crawl under a table and never come out again.