All Chapters of Mrs. Maid: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"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

"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

"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

"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

"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