Dirgantara realized one thing: if he came bearing all his wealth and status, he would never know whether Senja was drawn to him or to what he possessed. So he chose to hide his true identity. Every afternoon, he went to the café in simple clothes, sat quietly in a corner, and ordered nothing more than a cup of hot tea. He spoke with Senja like an ordinary man, never revealing his wealth or status.
Senja treated him just like any other customer. She never cared whether he was rich or poor. She never asked who he was or where he came from. She simply served him with the same warm smile every day, speaking with politeness and sincerity. The longer they talked, the more Dirgantara came to know the beauty of Senja's heart. She was simple, honest, hardworking, and never once tempted by things that appeared luxurious.
Dirgantara's heart slowly became attached. But he still didn't dare confess his feelings. He was waiting for the right time—when he could be completely certain that Senja's feelings for him were genuine love, not feelings inspired by what he owned. Dirgantara wanted to be loved for who he was, not as a CEO.