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
"Mommy ...!"Amelia's voice broke the silence of the house. The voice that I miss. The house immediately feels alive.I'm on the top floor, and immediately left the room. The sound of footsteps running up the stairs seemed impatient. I miss her so much, miss her smile, laugh, whine, and even scream.Amelia, you are now my daughter."Ameeel... !" I shouted too.We ran towards each other, just like a scene in an Indian movie. We hugged each other and I rained kisses on his chubby cheeks."Mom..." she whispered softly.Her head was buried in my chest."Finally, I can call you mommy," she added softly.Her words made my chest constrict with emotion, my tongue was numb and my eyes started dewy. This girl really wants the love of a mother. I promise, I will love her like my own daughter."You Miss Amelia?!" she said hoarsely, there was a muffled sob there. Her face was getting hidden in my arms."Honey, Mom is already here, why are you crying? You're big now, you can't be a crybaby!" I said
I was immediately surprised by his words. Suddenly, I sat straight up and facing him."Mas!"I screamed with wide eyes and furrowed brows trying to figure out what was going on. Did i do something wrong? Or is he just unreasonably jealous as usual? Or ....Lots of speculation swirling in my head."Yeah I'm sorry!" he said again. "I'm sorry, why didn't I force you to marry me from the beginning!" he said with a mischievous smile and pulled me back into position.iiiccchhh....Annoying! I pinched his waist to divert my frustration. He's started to get smart pranked me."Ow!" he cried out. "Right, Rani! If marrying you is as good as this, why I waste time! Ha-ha-ha."This cold air made me even more buried in his arms to seek warmth. While remembering the twists and turns of our story, finally, at this point we linked our hearts to be together forever."Mommy...! Daddy...!" Amelia shouted looking for us. It's so late, she hasn't slept yet."Honey, Mom's here!" I shouted telling our positi
"Rani, you just rest! Save your energy!"Mas Suma pulled a seat at the dining table. He watched me busy preparing what to cook. Bik Inah has cleaned the ingredients as I asked."Bik Inah, I'm going with Mr.Kusuma. Please clean the chicken after that, give it lime juice. For the meat, this is cut into thin widths and this one is cut into cubes. The fish just cleaned and soaked in lime. In the Afternoon, we are home," I ordered earlier Morning.This morning, we went to Mas Suma's office. Our wedding celebration at the same time introduced me to all the staff there.Desi also introduced her secretarial partner who will handle my affairs and will help me in the gallery later. His name, Lukito, is a young man in his twenties. He looks energetic and passionate."Rani, that's a lot of cooking!" shouted Mas Suma from the dining table. He was astonished to see how many ingredients were on the kitchen table.Now the desk in his home office is rarely used, he mostly works at the dining table, es
Today is the last day at home before we leave for tomorrow morning. I started preparing what we would bring. "Rani, what are you doing?" he asked seeing me while take out clothes from closet to bring on. "I am packing for tomorrow!" I said without looking at him, my clothes, yours, toiletries, and make-up and knick knacks. "Honey, we don't need to bring anything. Just bring personal equipment. All the clothes and accessories have been prepared by Claudia at each hotel," he explained with a smile. I turned to look at him and frowned. Means, we were prepared again by Claudia new clothes. Isn't that a waste? "Bit by bit, you have to adapt to our customs. To be precise, our compulsion," he said as he pulled my hand to sit beside him. "We are required to act and look number one. Our image must be maintained, because we are the face of the company. Tomorrow, we will be the center of attention of many eyes and the subject of many mouths," he added, while stroking my back. He began to k
"But, right now, you're here. After the event, we'll go out for a walk, okay?" he said while holding my hand, as if he understood what I was thinking."Mas Suma, if you're in Yogyakarta. It's nice to ride a motorbike. It's more romantic," I said, with plenty of thoughts about good food around that already dancing in my brain."It's here. Come on, let's go down!" said Mas Suma. He has not had time to answer my request earlier.Entering the factory area, we were greeted with enthusiasm by hundreds of employees staff. Today, they have a day off and celebrate our arrival.The event starts immediately.Greetings and introducing me as Mr. Kusuma's wife.Seeing them, implied great hope on their faces. Behind them is a family that they have to support, food, shelter, education and health. All depend on the survival of this factory.And, the estuary on Mr. Kusuma's shoulders."I can't stand to see them, if they can't support their family. At that time, a corporate had already offered to buy th
The trip was very pleasant, at night we just arrived at the hotel."Why? Pain?" asked Mas Suma when he saw me massaging my feet. I answered with a nod.My enthusiasm makes me forget my current capacity which is not as energetic as it used to be."Come, I massage it!" he said. My feet were placed on his lap. And massage slowly and gently."Mas Suma, you don't have to. It's not massage. It's touching. It tickles" I said and I pulled my leg from his lap."Rani, what we ate was mutton, right?" he asked while looking at me seriously."Yes why?!" I asked worriedly. I'm afraid he doesn't suit street food.It's bad, even though it's the first trip. How deal with the Great Madam.Ouch!"The reaction to eating mutton has started!""Stomach ache?" I asked worriedly."Yeah, the bottom one," he said, rolling his eyes. "Mutton, increase my desire for you, Rani," he said, poking my nose and smiling mischievously."Mas Suma.""Rani, I want to immediately give siblings to Amelia and Wisnu. Let's make
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