"Catherine, introduce my wife, Maharani," said Mas Suma, pulling my hand closer to her."Maharani, this is Catherine, Pak Wahono's daughter," he added, pointing at her.We shook hands. She smiled back at me with a glance, saying her name. Then, back to look at my husband.Her gaze seemed cold towards me. There is an implied dislike there.Ah, maybe it's just me.No wonder, she is not an ordinary staff. It turns out that she is the daughter of Mr. Wahono, he is the largest shareholder after the Adijaya family.We continued into the room. Mr. Wahono immediately greeted us."This is your wife Suma! So Beautiful!" said Mr. Wahono smiling kindly.He looks excited, his face is fresh, his body is tall and unique, and his hair is all white. We shook hands and were ushered to the seats that had been prepared."Suma, I consider myself a child. Mr. Adijaya and I have worked together since we were young. We are like family, although we are still professional at work," he explained to me.Maybe it
"Who exactly, Catherine, Mas?" I asked as we sat on Jalan Asia Afrika."Are yiou jealous?" he asked, smiling faintly. He looked at me to see what was on my mind."No, I'm not jealous. I just don't like Mas Suma!" I snapped."Me?! I didn't do anything. Catherine was the only one who was aggressive, how come I got blamed?" he said with an innocent face."I don't care about all the women who like Mas Suma! But, why didn't Mas Suma tell me about her before coming here? Could it be on purpose, huh?!""Come here," said Mas Suma softly. He pulled me closer to him. His hand gripped my shoulder."In the past, I was often assigned to come here and meet her. I considered Catherine as a sister. As it turned out, she had more feelings for me," he explained."She's young, beautiful, smart, and sexy. Why don't you want that?""Rani, I only considers her a little sister!" he said firmly. "The peak was one year ago. She expressed his seriousness to me. In fact, Mr. Wahono also expressed my approval. B
"Don't put your eggs in one basket," said Mas Suma when I asked him why his business fields varied and spread across many cities."Rani, we are business people. Where there is potential and opportunities we can enlarge, that's where we work on it!" he explained."Isn't that a waste of energy?" I asked still do not understand."This is more economical and profitable than us forming new potentials," he added.No wonder, the field of business is adjusted to the potential of the region As in Yogyakarta, crafts and furniture and in Bandung textiles and fashion Either in Jakarta and also in Kalimantan, we haven't talked about it.This business trip, taught me many lessons. Previously it was just theory, and now I know the practice.We have a lot of homework to discuss when we get home later.*"Mas Suma, are we wearing casual clothes?" I asked to make sure again.The clothes prepared for us, collared shirts and jeans. Not as usual, who have to wear formal clothes."Yes, this is our newest p
In my village, the lottery club is a just home ware, the coolest one is electronic stuff, and here they are with diamonds lottery. Jewelry that refers to the class of the wearer, actually, it wasn't the club that brought them together, but a business relationship.The two of us arrived at the location, Beautiful villa in the middle of a sunny city. How rich is the person who has this villa, it must be measurable. In the midst of a crowded house, she has a villa with lush gardens and a beautiful swimming pool.Everyone who comes is wearing a set costume. We are like entering in another time. There are also those who use feather hair ornaments.Unique, it’s like a costume party.As soon as we entered, we were greeted with fresh drinks decorated with sweet little umbrellas."Welcome, Mrs. Adijaya!" we welcomed everyone we meet.Great madam is one of the famous elders here. They respect her, if there is a mistake it will definitely affect the business related to the Adijaya family.Great
"Pray all goes well, okay!"This morning, Mas Suma was dressed formally. Long-sleeved shirt in a suit and hair neatly combed. Now I put the tie.Hmm... this scent is now my addiction. Scent freshness of Mas suma l. My husband looks very dashing and dignified."Huust...! If you admire your husband, blink please! Is it still lacking, last night?" he teased while blowing this face."Y-yes, my lovely hubby," I said, rubbing his arms and chest to tidy up the tux he was wearing.This morning, Mas Suma and the team will have the last meeting with investors. The Information from Desi, this event along with ratification, So maybe we can go home earlier. I miss Amelia so much already."Mas Suma, this afternoon, Mummy is taking me to lunch. I'm worried, told to wear strange clothes like yesterday, How about that, huh?" I asked remembering the incident that ended with his anger."It's okay. I have warned mummy. Don't worry!" he said, then took my hands and placed them on his waist."Earlier I ask
"Mas Suma... . Why!?"I hurriedly approached him who was seen lying down with his arms drooping under the bed. His face was a bit pale and his eyes were a little dim."Rani, I'm weak," he said weakly.I touched his forehead was not hot Hands, and feet normal. I wonder why? Or?"Mas Suma, have you eaten?""Earlier I ate a little. No appetite. I just want take a break. Rani, you sit here," he said pointing to an empty space near his head. He hugged my waist while sleeping.While stroking Mas Suma's head, I opened the recipes on my cellphone.Nowadays it's simple and easy. In the past, if wanted to cook deliciously, I had to ask here and there. Even that is not certain. Now, all I have to do is click, choose the one that feels right, and got it."I want to eat that," shouted Mas Suma, immediately grabbing my cell phone. He pointed at a picture of food in a bowl, Soto Betawi (native jakartans beef soup). Turns out, without my realizing it he was peeking at what I was doing."I want this,
Rani, come with me!My hand immediately pulled to get into the car. Pak Udin, the office driver told to get off and imitate him."Mas Suma, where are we going?" I asked in surprise.Earlier, I escorted him to the front to go to the office. Now, a sudden change of direction took me away. He now likes to be capricious.Regardless of my question, Mas Suma drove the car towards his office. However, the car had stopped before reaching the office. Mas Suma came down and opened the door for me."Rani, come down. We've arrived. Always hold hands, I don't want anything to happen to my child," he said as he stretched out his hand towards me.He's always been protective of me. Moreover, Dr. Maria, my obstetrician, warned me to be careful considering I'm not young anymore. Unfortunately, my blood pressure is not high. So lower the risk.We arrived at a building construction project that was still covered with tall corrugated aluminum all around. About five blocks from Mas Suma's office. No one wa
The news of my pregnancy two months ago, added happiness to our family. "This Amel's sister is inside. Later sleep with me, okay. Not with Mom. Daddy likes to be angry with Mommy," Amelia whispered, glancing at Mas Suma who was sitting next to her. Often she talks with my belly that still not so big. She looks happy accepted the presence of a future sister from me. Most days, Amelia sleeps in our room. Although, in the end, Mas Suma carried her back to herroom. Mas Suma's condition is also stable. No more feeling weak or nauseous. It's just weird. The wife is pregnant, but the husband is craving. Only, sometimes he suddenly wanted to eat something that had to be there right then and there. If it's like that, Pak Maman and Security are confused. That's all that is still troublesome until now. "Mom, Dad, I'll go down first, OK? Amelia have homework!" Amelia said while getting out of bed. Then she ran outside. "Finally ... !" shouted Mas Suma when he saw her daughter was nowhere t
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