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
We've been eating outside for the past few weeks. There was only a request from Mas Suma with what he wanted to eat. What annoys him after reached the destination, suddenly change his wish. Finally going around again, looking for what he wants."Son ..., why are you torturing, Daddy, huh?" I said while stroking my stomach which had started to grow a little."Fortunately it's my craving, Rani. How about you? Meanwhile, I'm not always near you. For you and our child, I'm willing to be tortured like this," he said while stroking my back.We had lunch at a Betawi (native Jakartans) restaurant, Mas Suma wants to eat Asinan(salty fruit dish with vinegar) Jakarta, that's all he eats, doesn't want anything else. In fact, the nasi uduk and fried chicken are really good. And, the Betawi soup, uufft..yummy!In fact, I ordered these two foods to lure him into eating rice.But failed!He even finished two servings of Asinan Jakarta!"But, my stomach, we both are getting bigger too. That's what I d
"Mom, Kak Wisnu! Say, hi" Amelia shouted while pointing her cell phone at me. Her video call with Wisnu, my son."Hi .... !" I said, and immediately she pulled the phone back.It always like that, they always have something to say. As it is now, Amelia is enthusiastic about the story that she just cooked. She was showing off with the result.They're sometimes joking, mocking, finally get angry. But, the next day they got along again."Hello Honey, it's cooked, right? I'm hungry," said Mas Suma approaching us."Wisnu?" he asked in a whisper, pointing at Amelia. I nod it. Mas Suma immediately approached Amelia and greeted Wisnu."Hi, Wisnu, Have you eaten? When are you coming here again? I don't have friends to play chess with!" Mas Suma said, immediately sabotaging the cell phone from Amelia's hand. Amelia feels annoyed and immediately scowled."Wisnu has already eaten earlier, in the cafeteria downstairs. Uncle, Now there are still a lot of duties,. If there is a chance, Wisnu will de
"Mas, I'm going to the Gallery today. Aitu, pick me up," I said while tidying up Mas Suma's tie."All right, Today, I have a meeting until noon. You come to the office, we go home together," he said, tilting his head back to give me space to fix his tie."The meeting was with Mr. Wahono Bandung, talking about expanding textile production. I want to emphasize what you said before. At the same time, develop a development strategy," he added.My husband looks neat in his blue shirt. Especially when paired with a black suit.It's always like that when meeting or meet with guests, because that's a form of appreciation for those who come and our seriousness to work."Today, Mas Suma looks neat. Was it because of a meeting with Mr. Wahono or because he wanted to meet Catherine? How come he looks cooler, huh?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.Catherine is Pak Wahono's daughter who also works at the company, she once openly liked Mas Suma, but he didn't respond. Yesterday when we visited Bandung,
My face immediately froze. My legs and body feel weak, beyond the pain, which I feel right now. This feeling is the same when receiving photos of Bram with his new family. Like an old wound being scratched again.And now.Mas Suma, who I believe, is also the same.*"Miss Rani! What's wrong!" Aitu shouted rushing over to me who sat limply in the waiting chair. He immediately picked me up after I contacted him."I don't feel well, I better go home!" I said in a flat tone.Aitu, take me straight to the house. Along the way, I remembered what I saw earlier. That woman must be Catherine. From his stature that looks tall thin, long hair and white skin.What was that’s mean! At the office, they leaned over each other, and Mas Suma, why he was willing does that.It’s the same for man if they meet a smooth forehead,. It cannot be trusted! Just this morning he sweet talks to me, now he forgot.Huuft....!My chest still feels tight. Under these circumstances, I'm not ready to go home. At home i
"Take care, Rani!" I looked at him and nodded. Mas Tiok, turned around and walked away leaving me. I saw her strong back and dangling locks of hair that were long above her shoulders. His body is well-built, tall and thin with slightly dark skin, his masculinity looks thick. From the beginning, he was very kind to everyone, especially to me. He always offered his help without demanding anything in return. Even though he knew, at that time I was already with Mas Bram. He always affirms that he is a friend who is ready to help me. And, just now, he offered a place to lean, with a circumstances that not much different. I'm already with Mas Suma. The same offer that has always been open, until now. When women are sad or down, offers of a helping hand from other men are the biggest temptation. They will look better, for sure. ughh... I took a deep breath, to restore my logic. I can't get caught up in this feeling of indecision, although his charm is so tempting. "Rani...!" shouted
Pov KusumaFinally, hospital matter is over.Catherine was checked and got a room. This lady, it’s always been like that. Physical appearance always takes priority and regardless of health. Because of the diet, she fainted, her stomach was not strong.Once she was poisoned by skin care chemicals. It turned out that the clinic he was subscribed to, was illegal.I don't know what her obsession is, her appearance is also good, slim body, far from imperfect.Well, there she has it.People's priorities are different.Luckily I have a wife like Maharani who goes to the salon that must be forced, she's lazy. She prefers to take care of me and the house. Family needs come first.So happy, I became her husband.If it's like Catherine, oh no....For sure we'd be left stranded since she prioritized her own appearance. Well, maybe just can take it to the social gathering, though. But if she wants to be queen at home, I don't think it's suitable. Moreover, I have Amelia who needs a mother's attent
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