He looked at me asking for an explanation, I answered with a shake of my head. We feel that soon, we will be sabotaged by them. Mother and Great MadamThey are both stubborn if they have willingness."Suma! Mrs. Sastro is a West Javanese. She has strong tradition. From now on, the bride and groom must be kept in seclusion!" said the Great Madam." Seclusion! What is that?" Mr. Kusuma was even more confused."Son Kusuma, that means being secluded. You, as the bride and groom, are prohibited from meeting until the day of your wedding," my mother explained patiently.Mr. Kusuma was even more surprised. He didn't expect it to turn out like this. He immediately turned towards the Great Madame."Mum, don't separate us. What should I do? I'm used to eating and drinking what Rani prepares. If I can't meet, I'm confused. Who will take care of me? I don't want to!" protested Mr. Kusuma."Suma! This is the customary rule! You are not allowed to have contact, especially get meet! Including making
'God surely provide the most appropriate for us.'At that time, I blamed what happened before. My failure with Bram threw me out of the dreams that had been woven. Lost all desires, also all goals.Blank!Luckily there is Wisnu, my son, who helped me get up even though I was limping. I began to knit my heart that had been torn apart by trying to be sincere and make peace with fate.Trying to get up, pray and be sincere.Yes, God answered my prayer.My path looks clear, it's just how I move forward.**"Grandma!" shouted Wisnu warning me when he saw Mother enter.Mom brought an empty tea tray. As soon as I put Wisnu's cell phone in the drawer, if Mom finds out, she will complain. Not scared, but more embarrassed.Yes, if I still a girl, she can understand it. But this now I have teenager, and still cannot be told.I smiled remembering that. Stealthily send messages with him. Helped by my son.Funny, huh!"Dear, tomorrow you must start fasting and undergo for treatment. Mom and Mum Adij
Pov Maharani-------"Wisnu! Where is grandma?" I asked.After showering and getting ready, I looked for Mom in her room, but it was empty. Only wisnu alone at dining table. There is some food from the hotel for breakfast."Grandma Uti and Grandpa Totok were picked up by Aunt Anita. Grandma told me, Mom to go straight to the spa," explained Wisnu.Wisnu immediately finished his breakfast after seeing the spa staff coming.We were picked up to go to the Spa room.There are so many special bridal care series. From head to toe.For today, aromatherapy foot wash, lifting facial massage, body scrub and rose water soak. The next day, private area treatment of acupressure, scrub, after that continued with hair spa, manicure and pedicure.This long series torments me."Mom, there's another incoming message. Just now Uncle Kusuma told Mama to check it," said Wisnu when I left the spa room.We looked for a place that was a bit hidden. I Worried about Great Madam's spies. it could be bad.[Rani,
The time has come.I was accompanied by Mother, Widya, Wisnu and Paklik Totok to the procession site.This garden is beautifully decorated. Like a flower garden dominated by white roses and lilies.Beautiful.White transparent fabrics make the atmosphere more romantic. We walked on the white carpet sprinkled with white rose petals to the place of the wedding ceremony which was even more beautifully decorated.My feet are like stepping into a fairytale world in front of which is waiting for my prince who is standing straight there, Mr. Kusuma.He was wearing a suit that matched mine, he was very dashing. His eyes bind me, I feel he is the only goal.Because my father was gone, my guardian was replaced by Paklik Totok as father's brother. The wedding ceremony procession went smoothly.Still ringing in my ears, Mr. Kusuma's voice firmly said the pronunciation of the contract."I accepted the marriage and married Maharani Tungga dewi binti Sastro Wijoyo with a dowry a set of prayer tools
I put the rattan basket that my mother gave me, on the table.Herbal supplement package for the bride from Jamu Super Ratu, I smiled reading it. It’s contains honey, liquid herbal medicine, powdered herbal medicine, there are even tablets. I haven't had a chance to touch it yet.At their current age, Mother and Great Madame could still think of everything for her son, even the smallest things, like this.Forget about their coercion.What touched me was the intention.And, make us happy.*My body feels fresh.About two hours we fell asleep soundly. I don't know, because of fatigue or because there is someone who accompanies me.His scent and warmth made me bury my face even more in his chest. The comfort that came out made us fall asleep hugging each other."Mas Suma, wake up," I whispered softly, I let go of his hand from this body. His regular breathing made his face look peaceful. He was still fast asleep.Splash of water definitely make this body fresher. After cleaning the body,
Yes, they are Bram with a beautiful woman beside him. Definitely, she is his wife. My chest feels heavy. However, it was the two of them who destroyed my happiness before."Mas Suma!" I shouted calling him softly, like asking for protection. He held my hand and rubbed it gently as if to give strength.I didn't expect that we would finally meet. It hurts to see them together. Not because of love or hate, but remembering painful memories that I have buried deep."Rani, I hope you are always happy, okay," said Mas Bram, sounding hoarse."Mr. Kusuma, please take care of Rani and please make her happy," he said after turning towards Mr. Kusuma. They shook hands and hugged each other. At first glance there were tears floating in Mas Bram's eyes."Miss Rani, I am Wulan. Congratulations, and I'm sorry," said the woman who was with Mas Bram.That's right, she is Wulan, the wife of Bram. Hesitantly she held out her hand to me. I paused and stared at her for a moment then sighed, and flashed a s
We are truly isolated.Only hotel employees come to clean and prepare food.Other than that, nothing.On the excuse of not wanting to disturb us. Mother, Widya, Wisnu and my family said goodbye by video call, and even then from Mas Suma's cell phone. My cellphone is still with great Madam. No friends and cell phones, just the two of us, me and Mas Suma.I can't tell, I'm his wife or his prisoner.Sweetness of this togetherness makes it not even a minute away from me. The rain words of love flooded me. He is so sweet and uncontrollable. His level of indulgence went up a thousand percent.Marrying a man who is a widower is different. He was like an arrow that shot unstoppable. Fortunately, my status as a widow, can compensate for what he wants. Even so, it still ends with a “broken” body.I miss my routine, especially cooking. This activity makes me feel free, to be able to express whatever I want. There is satisfaction there."Rani, please you don't go. Come with me," Mas Suma whined a
Tonight, our last stay, in this hotel.Finally we can eat outside. Mas Suma made a reservation at this hotel restaurant, but on the roof top.The air feels fresh, with a view of the city from above making the atmosphere feel beautiful."How? Happy?" he asked when we had just arrived and were still enjoying the scenery around."Feels fresh. So far it's been like we've been cooped up in a room, finally....," I said softly. I took a deep breath. I closed my eyes, enjoying the wind caressing my skin. Feel comfortable and free."You are my prisoner. Prisoner of love," he whispered in my ear. I flinched, when he kissed my lip briefly. "Don't close your eyes like this, I can't stand with it," he whispered again."Mas Suma! This is a public place," I protested.He just smiled triumphantly, he pulled a chair for me. We ate at a round table sitting opposite each other. She looks dazzling, with a fresh face that always wears a smile.Lighting candles in the middle of a flower arrangement, makes
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