"Don't..please don't come in! Eh, there is rat! No, the toilet is clogged! So it smells like there are rats. Just now auntie, use the closet in front!" prevented me while slightly pulling her away from the room.That was the only reason that came to my mind, even though I said there is rat. Wow, it's bad if Mr. Kusuma hears it, equated with a rat."You can just use it in your room, OK? Come on, Aunt bring this shoes!" I asked her while pushing her body a little to the outside."just put the shoes here, aunt! I swear, I'm dying! I Go to the rest room first!" she said, then ran outside.Huuft, relieved at last.Ow, there's little time, she'll definitely come back here again!"Mas Suma, come out quickly… She'll be back again!" I shouted in a whisper. He immediately came out holding his chest and taking a deep breath, and looked at me."Hurry up, Mas!" I pushed him to the door. He even stopped and smiled."Why, Mas Suma? Come on out quickly!" I said worriedly. All I think about is Amel wh
"Buying gifts for the rich is a difficult thing. They already have everything, except for something that can't be bought"***The surprise party worked, it was very success. We all feel happy."This is the first time I've made a surprise like this. Turns out, it feels amazing, huh! It's like a useless job, but the effect makes us happy," said Mr. Kusuma after everything was finished.Amelia and Wsnu have returned to the room. They had to rest for the party tomorrow night."Please make me some tea. I can't sleep yet." Mr Kusuma asked for a cup of tea, we sat on the upper terrace chatting."It's been a long time, I wanted to make something special for Amelia. However, I don't know what. I have held any kind of birthday celebrations, from garden parties to lavish parties, but they don't make her smile and laugh like today," he said. while gazing at the twinkling stars in the sky."What Amelia longs for, is not luxury, but warmth. Once she told me, she often felt lonely in the middle of t
"From Aunt Rani! Aunt Rani, I love you. Amelia will never get tired of saying that, because Amelia really loves Aunt Rani. Actually, Amelia didn't expect a gift like this from Aunt," she stopped. I frowned, trying to process what she was saying."What Amelia hopes for is to be able to call Aunt Rani the same as Kak Wisnu. Calling 'mommy'. That's what Amel is waiting for," she added with a smile.I answered with a smile and nod, I saw Mr. Kusuma who was still standing next to Amelia smiling mischievously while blinking his eyes at me. I glance at Wisnu he turns his eyes the other way, feigning ignorance.I am shy.Knowing by kids."Come on, open it, honey," I said trying to cover up this awkwardness.She opened the pink paper, inside which was a transparent mica box, which contained a small butterfly brooch with several small sparkling jewel accents."Here's a greeting card!" Amelia shouted and she read it for a moment and a big smile appeared on her face."Amel, please read it. Kak Wi
'Alberto' is the name of the horse imported as a gift from the Great Madame.It's been one year, Amelia has joined the junior class equestrian club and she is very interested in this horse. However, the gift from the Great Madam was beyond our expectations. Finally, Alberto's dream of belonging to Amelia, came true."Grandma! Thank you. Amel is very happy!" she shouted with joy. She reached out her hand to stroke Alberto's head. The horse recognized it and bowed its head looking comfortable and familiar. Amelia smiled so happily."Why did you choose the horse, Mom? Suma thought, you will give a car as a gift or something like that," asked Mr. Kusuma probingly. Everyone here was also surprised, why did Great madam give this gift. The price is more expensive than a car."Yes, it's impossible, I gave a car as a gift. She's still underage. How can you!" said Great madam while poking Mr. Kusuma."Suma! Your daughter Amelia has been in a club for a long time. She doesn't have her own horse
We, departed with a convoy of cars. One by one the cars entered the meeting hall area of the five-star hotel.We were greeted with a slick Jungle themed decoration. With dominant green leaves with a few touches of beautiful flower arrangements. Congratulatory wreaths lined up from the start we entered. It's not allowed to bring gifts, but for congratulations, we can't forbid it.The first car, Great Madame.She is with extraordinary makeup, more than her daily life. Her hairdo was enhanced by sparkling jewels. The Tosca green dress with a sprinkling of sparkling gems adds to the appearance of a more vibrant look.The second car, Mr. Kusuma and Amelia.Amelia is transformed into a beautiful princess. Wearing the boots asked me yesterday, her hair is curly with a crown encrusted with diamonds. A white stacked dress with transparent green accents, the cut is simple but elegant, making her look like Princes of the Jungle.Mr. Kusuma, his appearance that once made me short of breath with
We go back to the front, and wrap up the core of this event.Free program continued, we were immediately directed to the two areas of the party. For teenagers specially prepared according to Amelia's request. She and Wisnu said goodbye to go there.Just the three of us at this round table. Great Madame, Mr. Kusuma and I. We enjoyed the dishes that were served one by one from the appetizer to the dessert while enjoying the spectacle that had been prepared."Suma, Mommy go home first, I am tired. Mommy went straight to the great house," said Great Madam getting ready to go home. Anita and several people who were always ready, started to stand waiting for Great Madam. Mr.Kusuma and I also stood to accompany her. "Madam Adijaya!" a deep voice called out, stopping the Great Madame."Mr. Prayoga!" replied the Great Madam. They immediately shook hands and asked each other how they were. I frowned, as if I had seen this man before. However, where?"Introduce, this is Maharani. She is Kusuma'
Club 21 is indeed solid team, feeling the same fate makes their relationship feel unique.The party was over, the guests took turns saying goodbye. Amelia and Wisnu has also gone home. Only Mr. Kusuma and I, gather with Club 21 group. It's like an unwritten rule, after the event there must be a special event for this club.With 21 members who are extremely busy, they still manage to find time for events like this. In fact, this is the opportunity they've been waiting for to let go of their routine and pretense.Daily life at the helm and a lot of responsibility took the honesty of their own. Not infrequently they have to look and act strong to protect those who are carried.The True Rich are not Crazy Rich, as they are called. They have because they have a business and work far above average. The glamor and luxury that surrounded them kept them imprisoned in public judgment. Who doesn't really know, how many thousands of people's destinies are borne on his shoulders.At Club 21, they
The man with the pigtails earlier. He glared to me. I tried to gather my awareness that started to realize, cause smell of this coffee."Drink, You used to make strong black coffee without sugar when you sleepy. You made me too," he explained as he took a sip of coffee. The way he drinks I can't resist enjoying this coffee."Sorry, sir, who are you anyway? I really forgot," I asked in surprise. From the first meeting, he acts as he knew me very well."Rani! It's me, Tiok! We worked together in Jogja. At KSP! Remember?" clearly convinced me"Mas Tiok?! Prasetyo?!" I confirmed with hesitation. As far as I remember, the name Mas Tiok used to be, he was fat and a bit geeky. Now in front of me, a tall, thin man with long hair, plus a pretty handsome face"That Mas Tiok that I know...," I said hanging while puffing my cheeks."Rani, that I used to be. Its cooler now, isn't it?" he explained while throwing a sweet smile. “Rani, you remember this right!” he said, rolling up the sleeve of his
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