If there's an advantage, don't let yourself get carried away. There might be some bad luck in there, too.
I sat slumped in the room that had been provided for me, still unable to believe any of this was happening. I thought things like this only happened in dramas or wish-fulfillment novels, when an escape route suddenly opened up before you, every hardship was made easier, and the protagonist could only stare in amazement and wonder why she was so incredibly lucky.
Yep, that was me. Sitting here and reflecting on what had happened. A few hours ago, I was just a broke teenager with a bleak future, unable even to figure out what I was going to eat tomorrow. Now I was sitting on a soft bed—goodbye, sunken, sweat-smelling foam mattress!—surrounded by luxurious things that still left me confused. Honestly, I'd never owned this much stuff before. I was still overwhelmed trying to figure out how to organize it all. If I stepped outside the room, I'd be even more stunned. I had only just learned that people could live in this kind of abundance. There were so many colors, textures, even lights.
Actually, this place didn't deserve to be called a house. It was a villa. With two bale bengong near the swimming pool, and an elevator that could go from the basement all the way to the top floor. I was still processing the fact that I lived in a house with an elevator. That was a first for me.
My room was on the highest floor, the third floor. It was huge. Four or five times the size of my old boarding-house room, I thought. To me, this room was insanely luxurious. The bed was queen-size, and I was sure I'd sleep like a queen because the mattress was just the right amount of soft. The sheets were smooth. Maybe they were made of expensive cotton. The room had nightstands on both sides of the bed, can you believe it! I could fill them with anything I wanted! I didn't have to cram everything together and maximize every inch of space just to make all my belongings fit!
My room had air-conditioning and even a TV I could enjoy all by myself. The wardrobe was so huge, I was sure I could play hide-and-seek inside it. The window was wide, with a view toward Sanur Beach, so I could imagine happily enjoying the sunrise from there.
There were four doors in my room. One led to the hallway connecting to the family room, elevator, kitchen, and stairs going down. The second connected my room to Diva's. The third led to the bathroom in Diva's room. The fourth led to the private bathroom inside my room. All mine. It had a one-by-one-meter shower stall, a sit-down toilet, and a sink with a cabinet underneath. I was awestruck. This was the kind of bathroom you found in hotels.
Diva's bathroom was more luxurious, of course, but honestly, I didn't pay much attention. I was already perfectly happy with my own bathroom.
There was a door in Diva's room connecting it to Zio's room. I was curious what Zio's bedroom looked like, but I realized that curiosity would be inappropriate. Zio was my boss. He was an adult man. I needed to know my place and stay within a realm that suited me better. I was here for Diva; my focus had to stay on her.
This third floor was a private area only, Zio had said. Besides the three rooms occupied by me, Zio, and Diva, there were two more rooms that supposedly belonged to Zio's students. Other than us, only family and household staff were allowed up here, and their fingerprints enabled them to unlock the elevator access to the third floor.
There was a recording studio and a music room on the first floor. The living room, kitchen, and bathrooms for the household staff and driver were also on the first floor. Ordinary guests and the press were usually allowed there, or at most on the second floor, which also had a music room and a hall—probably for parties. When Zio gave me a quick tour earlier, I counted at least four regular pianos and one baby grand in the house… uh, villa.
Diva was sleeping now, and Zio had said he suddenly got inspiration for a new song, so he was going to his room. I listened to the faint tinkling of piano keys and could hardly believe I was this close to—and even interacting, well, fairly familiarly—with Fama, the genius pianist.
After years filled with bad luck, I was finally lucky, too.
However, good luck and bad luck could happen at the same time. I hadn't realized it yet.