All Chapters of Mrs. Maid: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"What mums going to send, Mas?"Mas Suma showed me a message from the Great Madam.The package wasn’t arrived yesterday maybe today. We don't know what kind of package from Great Madam. Everyone is waiting curiously."A present from grandma? For my future sister?" Amelia asked joining in and getting closer to her daddy."Grandma’s gift, always cool. I just got Alberto - a cool horse," she said, showing her thumbs up. "Or, maybe grandma will give my sister a pony? So Amel can play horses with sister! horaaay!" Amelia shouted enthusiastically, she was jumping up and down with joy.Since yesterday she always told me, when her little sister born she wanted to play this and that. Her Imagination often strange Sometimes makes us laughs. Well, it's understandable that this is the first time she wants to have a sister."Seriously" said Mas Suma, ruffling his daughter's hair with delight."Sister will be born in the form of a baby. How can you play with horses," he added, laughing heartily. Th

"Relax, I'm with you. This is the time, we face reality," he said, smiling trying to give strength to me.I followed the long steps of Mas Suma, he held this hand tightly to add courage to my heart. For some reason, the rocky road I was walking on seemed to turn into a steep road.At the other end, the man didn't realize that our eyes were fixed on him. He was still busy calming the little girl who whined spoiled in his arms.Yes, Mas Bram with his son from his new wife, Wulan.The man I once entrusted my heart with completely for him, as well as the one who broke my heart without a trace.Fortunately, beside me there is someone who has embraced and restored my heart to love again.Mas Kusuma.What I believe to be the only resident in this heart. Become my friend to step to welcome the beauty of the world. And, that became my strength to face the reality that I had to face.Like now."Mr Bram!" call Mr. Suma.The summoned immediately turned to us and was silent for a moment. He glance

"Mr. Kusuma. Sorry to disturb. There is Great Madam downstairs. She is waiting," said Pak. Maman.   "Mas Suma, Mummy?!" I said rushing to get ready to go down to meet my in-laws.   'Surprise here in early morning. Does she want to see the turtle? Or, is there something else important?' I thought miserably.   My in-laws sat on the single sofa in the living room with their usual appearance. The hair is in a high bun and the fashion is vibrating from top to bottom.   There was Anita, her secretary, and several men in black suits, dressed neatly in the Men in Black style, but without glasses. Pak. Sutar, her trusted man, rushed into the room with his body bent over handing the branded bag to great madam, my mother-in-law.   On the other couch, sat a woman dressed super neatly holding an open folder containing some papers, I don't know what that is.   Amel

What else does my ex-husband have to talk about?It makes me curious.***Pov Mr. KusumaToday is the opening of Maharani Gallery, I feel relieved. Finally, I can give the twinkle in her eyes.At first, I had a hard time choosing what Maharani liked. Gold, gems and even money, she seemed disinterested.Her appearance just normal.She is special, unlike other women who are willing to be with me because of what is around me. Not because I am a Kusuma owner of several companies. In fact, she blatantly rejected me because she felt she was inappropriate.My efforts to understand what she wanted, finally achieved. What she wanted was a chance. Yes, a chance to grow and prove that she is not an ordinary woman.And, she has proven it."Pak Kusuma, I'm sorry. Could I have a word with Maharani, please?" said Pak Bram, ex-husband from Maharani, my wife. I stunned saw him coming.Pak Bram's attitude often makes me feel that he still hasn't given up Maharani. There was still a glint of jealousy i

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