"Kakak! Kak Wisnu!" Amelia shouted, running through my room. Yesterday Amelia said she wanted to call Wisnu as Kakak. Affectionate call for the eldest brother.I'm in the kitchen I approached her, what's wrong? Wisnu has just woken up. After the morning prayer he slept again, he said he was still sleepy. Last night, after Mr. Kusuma lifted Amelia who had fallen asleep, he took Wisnu back upstairs. They even asked to make coffee, continued play chess, he said.Until midnight, my son just returned to the room. Frankly, I'm a bit annoyed, my time with my son has been taken away by them, Amelia and Mr. Kusuma."Looking for Kak Wisnu? He is taking a shower just now. Just wait at the dining table. Aunt have already made mango pudding," while pulling Amelia's hand. Amelia sat down, she was still busy on her phone."Here, you cut your pudding. Then pour coconut milk sauce," I said, holding out a small plate in front of her. The smell of thick mango and coconut milk wafted through, Amelia imme
POV MaharaniMorning exercise schedule gradually disappeared as he was extremely busy. Remaining three pairs of sports shoes are waiting to be used again.Now, only Amelia and Wisnu are doing physical exercises in the fitness room. After physical training, cleaning, eating and then going back upstairs to practice for stage perform. Wisnu trained Amelia very hard. Especially, when the event less than two days.Mr. Kusuma was happy to see this, willingness from his daughter’s for struggling started to grow.What I hide from him, has known already. That night, when they were playing chess, Wisnu probed for information about us. Finally he found out, that we previously lived in Kuta, Bali and I graduated with Diploma for Interior Design who had worked in the property business.I cannot blame Wisnu, after all he spoke as it is. After all, one day it will definitely be known. And, surely Mr. Kusuma, who is an expert at digging up information, is not match for Wisnu, my son.Since then, I ha
I'm trying not to remember what happened yesterday. Likewise Wisnu, he never discussed it or just asked. He was being as if nothing had happened.He was more concerned training with Amelia upstairs. He said, tomorrow is the event at school.So does with Mr. Kusuma. He never asked what and why happened yesterday. He just asked, "When delivering papers to office, did you meet someone you know?""Meet Desi only. Nothing else," I answered like I didn't know what he meant. I'm sure he knows, that I ran from Bram. And, I'm sure he suspected that Bram was my ex-husband, Wisnu's father.After that, he did not discuss it again. He only got angry when he found out we were riding a motorbike there. He worried that there is anything on the road. After I explained, then he understood, with a note, do not repeat it again.Huuuft....Hoping of going on motorbike with Wisnu had gone. In fact, the purpose of bringing the motorbike here was for that, but instead the motorbike was sent back home by parc
Tonight, is a big night for Amelia.For the first time, she performed at an event attended by many people.Mr. Kusuma prepared a special time for this event. We are forbidden doing anything other than Amelia.So do I. I'm only allowed to cook in the morning, after that I have to accompany Amelia. Wisnu is no less busy, he has to prepare and ensure props for the stage. Nothing can go wrong, ordered Mr. Kusuma.Today, Mr. Kusuma returned from office early. He's been busy too. He was pacing up and down, in and out of Amelia's room like a bewildered man.I'm annoyed to see his attitude. Pacing back and forth, asking here and there but it's not clear what he's doing. Like just to cover up his panic. If his gesture known by Amelia's, she could feel her father doubting her abilities. And will make, her confidence will decrease.It can't be like this!I deliberately waited for him upstairs, in front of his room. He walked slightly down with his hands in his pockets while muttering as usual."
Meeting with Bram drained all my energy and emotions.I'm tired.I also relieved.All that pent up, thrown up all. We both try to make peace with destiny. This path must be the right one. So with Bram itself, He can live life without any shadow of guilt or regret. I know, he's a good man. His new family, too, would hope to have it intact.Wish you happiness.I have sincerely accepted what happened. It is the past that has become destiny and it only ends here.Coming out of the room, my steps felt light, my steps felt certain, nothing was blocking my heart. I already have hope, I've come back.Wisnu.He is now my goal.My son, mom is alive, again.***"Rani!"My name was called, I looked up. Looking above Mister Kusuma waving his hand, he smiled warmly.I immediately went upstairs, he immediately stood up and pulled a chair in front of him for me to sit on."Th-thank you, Sir" I answered awkwardly, prepared a chair with the boss!"Since earlier, you don’t come home?" I asked seeing som
This morning it’s Wisnu turn.He had been busy getting ready since dawn because today is his big day. Meet his Daddy again.Bram will pick up.Amelia was also busy too, she kept asking about Bram. What kind of person is he and there are so many questions, which sometimes I don't think what it’s about. She said she wanted to join in accompanying Wisnu to the front gate, as well as to get to know each other.[I'm close by]My phone is on, there is a message from Bram. Wisnu immediately ran toward me, follow come to see it.[Yes, Wisnu is waiting in front] I answered.I immediately gave the code to immediately get ready to the gate."Mom, I may leave you here" Wisnu said while kissing. He was wearing a hoodie that Mr. Kusuma bought yesterday. He looks cool."Honey, be careful on the road. Don't come home late. You'll be home at this evening nine o'clock at the latest!" my message.I trimmed his collar. I saw him always smiling. His eyes look excited. It implied deep longing there.My hea
Until noon, Mr. Kusuma had not coming down. It was nearly forgotten.The bustle and excitement of escorting Wisnu and responding to Amelia's questions, made me barely remember that Mr.Kusuma still not had a breakfast."Auntie, Uncle Bram looks a lot like Kak Wisnu, doesn't he?. If other people don't know them, and see them, they'll know that it's Dad and son. Similar, like a photocopy!" said Amelia. She spoke while busy eating cheese jams bread and a glass of chocolate milk."Amelia! Why hasn't Daddy come down yet?" I asked while looking at the clock on the wall.It's nine o'clock, already noon for Mr.Kusuma. He is usually at eight o'clock the most daylight to go to the office."Look, Daddy upstairs!" I asked."Ouch! Sorry Aunt. Amel has a stomachache, I want to go to restroom!" she said quickly, as she rushed to her room.Told, she even ran away from me. If so, I'll check with Desi's secretary.[Morning, Desi][What is Mr.Kusuma's schedule today?]There is no response from Desi yet.
The Great Madame is coming!All persons was suddenly busy, everyone was no exception with Mr. Kusuma.Time is running out, four hours of our time to make sure everything is okay. Moreover, Great Madam is allergic to dust. Luckily the security guard had arrived in the afternoon, so there were two security guards, Pak Maman and Bik Inah. I gather them first to divide the task.Pak Maman downstairs and roof top, Bik Inah upstairs especially the Madame's room, the security guard outside the house including the garden. I was in charge of the kitchen, preparing to welcome the great Madam including rechecking all their works.Mr. Kusuma will make sure that his office and room are neat and clean. And, Amelia cleans her own room. I have trained her to start not depending on other people. Apparently, as long as Wisnu is here, it really inspires her to be independent.In the file, it was noted that besides being allergic to dust, she had several dietary restrictions due to high blood pressure an
My day is getting busier. Pre historic's draft response was unexpected.Not only from buyers, but also received appreciation from furniture business organizations in this country. This design was awarded The Best Furniture Design this year.More and more galleries are visiting. Moreover, this product is published in their monthly tabloid which is spread all over the world. We didn't think this would happen either.Moreover, there are reviews from customers who turn out to be world-renowned designers. In fact, I didn't even know he that I met and bought a gallery display had such a big impact and on his recommendation, many new customers.Email with full of order requests, from asking to join the project or just fill in a private house. We are completely overwhelmed.Luckily there is Aitu who is always ready, Assisted by the production in Jogjakarta and Klaten. Aitu looks really excited. Even though he often has a serious and tense expression on his face, he rarely smiles, let alone la
"Mom... I miss my sister." I heard Amelia's voice as she snuggled into my arms.Her habit, barging into the room and immediately scattered between us. Especially sinceshe found out that she will soon have a younger sibling. Not infrequently she stroked my distended stomach while telling me about school events. The funny thing is, she talked about a lot of school work to a fierce teacher."Dear Amelia, later your sister will be afraid to go to school, you know. That story is scary," I said, laughing. She raised her head frowned, then returned to talk to my stomach. She stroked it gently."Don't worry little sister. Later Sis Amelia will take care of you at school. Accompany you to study, eat and play..." She paused for a moment then looked up again. "Mom, from now on, don't just call me Amelia. But add to being Amelia's sister, okay? I am already a sister.""Okay, Sister Amelia," I said in a small voice, talking about the baby in my stomach. I hugged her tightly and stroked her fragran
Instantly my eyes widened, and my smile widened perfectly."Dear My God!"Wisnu, still carrying his rucksack, had just entered the side yard of the gallery. In the parking lot, we can still see the travel car that drove him.My son is already looking grown up. His face is like a duplicate of Mas Bram, my ex-husband. Only his light skin inherited from me.I stretched out my arms to welcome him. He ran to me and hugged me."Kak Wisnu, why didn't you tell Mom when you were going home?" I asked after kissing both cheeks. he used to be chubby-cheeked, now her face is gaunt. Is he eating less?"On purpose, Wanted to surprise mommy."Then approached Mas Suma to kiss the hand Likewise, Amelia immediately snuggled spoiled in his arms. We ate together, told stories about Amelia's school, Wisnu's campus and lastly Mas Suma bragged about what I had achieved in this gallery.I smiled proudly. As a wife, happiness is priceless when the husband is proud of himself."Is it true that you have one week
“ I thought, Suma is normal or not," he said, looking at me and laughing. "Abah is joking. I'm normal, ABah. This is the proof, Abah will soon have grandchildren," said Mas Suma. "Alhamdulillah. That's called fortune. You must be grateful, as soon as possible to get a mandate from HIM. Sorry, when you’re wedding, Abah could not come. At that time, it coincided with Abah's umrah schedule," he explained. We talk about anything, Especially about life. Mas Suma is right, he is a wise man. It can be seen from the lectures about life that were conveyed to us. Then we toured the factory. I'm not allowed to enter the warehouse, said Abah in a very loud voice, sorry for the fetus in my stomach. Accompanied by Pak Salim, I took a walk in the back garden while waiting for Mas Suma. The land behind is very wide. Lots of piles of wood waste there. Some have large blocks piled up eaten by termites. Mr Salim! This wood is not used?" I asked pointing to a leftover log measuring about forty centi
We have been busy for one week with guests coming, Aitu works so hard, in one day countless times up and down the stairs. Even cafe employees are seconded to accompany gallery guests.Apparently this is because exclusive coverage about this gallery has been published. Not infrequently they want to meet me and ask for a photo together. I feel like an impromptu artist. It's funny something new in my age.Mas Suma kept reminding me not to go up to the top floor, Moreover, forcing myself that causes my body to be tired."Rani, remember that you have our baby in your belly! If you are stubborn, it's better not to go to the gallery!" he said during a video call with me.At that time, I immediately cried, Mas Suma looked confused by my exaggerated reaction.He also ordered Aitu to watch over me. Every lunch hour, must come to the gallery to check on me. Like right now.I, who had finished the new design, was surprised by its arrival. He came two hours early. In fact, according to the schedu
"How are you feeling right now?" asked Mas Suma.Now we are at the Club 21 restaurant located on the outskirts of town, The club that was founded by Mas Suma's school friends, numbering twenty one people. They are the majority of entrepreneurs who want a special place, where they can let go of the attributes that are in them. Being a leader or a public figure makes them feel tired, and this is where it belongs."How do I feel? It's extraordinary. There is a feeling that this heart has been separated from me. This feeling has started to grow since the beginning of the construction of the building and it has become more and more crowded. Now, that feeling is broken, separated and destroyed!" I said while taking a deep breath.Mas Suma stood up from his seat and approached my seat. He rubbed my shoulder and said, "Rani, how heavy is that?""It's very hard, Mas. The feeling of worrying that I will fail and not make Mas Suma proud. The gallery is my responsibility and hope. If I fail, it w
This is first time, a Kusuma-Big Boss opened the gate, Usually the security guard does it.I stared at him from the gallery terrace. The door opened by itself after he unlocked it.The door opened slowly, showing several people lined up behind the gate. There was Aitu and another employee there. Aitu, Mas Suma's trusted employee who was appointed to help me.Maybe they had come earlier, the proof is that Mas Suma opened the lock and they immediately opened it from the outside.It turned out that I wasn't the only one who was diligent on the first day. Luckily, Mas Suma set an alarm, otherwise they could dry up outside the fence. I smiled remembering our silliness earlier."Good morning Miss Rani!" they said taking turns nodding at me.They went straight to their posts. Gardener, sweep the yard and trim the leaves that look old. The Cafe section is busy preparing food and beverage ingredients. Aitu went back and forth checking the gallery and ended up in the office tidying up administr
I looked up at the towering building in front of me. This building is a wedding dowry, this is a monument to our love. The story between Maharani and Kusuma is imprinted here.He is a husband who understands me. Starting from my intention to make him proud, I received an international award. Maybe on that base, Mas Suma gave me the opportunity to work by giving me a dowry for a gallery unit complete with employees and all operations.Maharani Gallery and Cafe, the name is carved beautifully on a large rock. The gold color contrasts with the black of the river stone. Water gushes between these boulders, falling in a pool full of rocks and green plants beside it. Colorful fish running through the gurgling of spilled water."Are you happy Honey?" said Mas Suma, hugging me from behind. I deliberately asked to be delivered early in the morning, before the employees came. It's the first day of the gallery. I want to be satisfied enjoying just the two of us with Mas Suma, my husband.His han
"Mas Bram, live happily. Our story is the most beautiful part we have. And now it's over. Let go of the shadows of your mistakes. We have forgiven you. Be happy with Wulan and the children," I said trying to give understanding.My words were not comforting, instead they made Mas Bram cry even more. Dropped from his seat, his knees fell to the floor. He sat down and wept uncontrollably in front of us."Mas Bram!" I shouted.Wisnu immediately stood up and ran closer to his father. He immediately sat hugging Mas Bram. Son and father cry together.My chest suddenly tightened. This heart hurts again. Farewells always leave scars Not only us as parents even children will be scratched in their hearts.My tears rolled down uncontrollably. I was drawn to another world where there were only the three of us. And, we were nervous together there."I'm sorry! I was wrong! Forgive me Rani, Wisnu!" he said hugging Wisnu tightly."My son, every night I always think of you. Daddy is crying, can't imagi