[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Destiny Meets

..."In the end the guide will still lead you to your destiny. Whether it's a happy destiny, or a sad."...

"Mama!" a little princess shouted as she ran into the house.

His small legs and slightly puffed-up stature made him look so cute while running. The little girl will only be five years old in the next three months. With his dirty hands filled with dirt he approached two women and a boy who was also his age.

Three people who were busy watching television, turned their heads at the same time when they heard the cry of the boy who was always active. That scream was so excited. They could already guess from the tone of his shout, there was something he wanted.

"What's up, honey?" ask Love and immediately narrowed one eye when he saw the condition of the Queen.

The pink flower patterned dress she was wearing was wet and almost filled with mud at the bottom. Her hands and feet were dirty, and she was holding a small pot of purple daisies and was so beautiful.

"Will you like this flower?" ask the little girl while advancing the pot she was carrying.

Love raised next to her eyebrows hearing her daughter's statement. I don't know how many flowers the little girl brought with her every time she went to eat Rudi. He would always pluck out the flowers that Love planted and replant them into a small pot to offer to his father.

"Papa's gonna love anything you bring, it's beautiful." Rumi walked up to the Queen and pinched the pinched cheek of the little girl's puffer.

"Yeah!" the sound of the sighs of a boy made everyone turn their attention towards him.

"The flower will die in two days, and you will only fill your meal with your empty pots. Even the janitor might have gotten tired of getting rid of the empty pot," the boy said with a flat expression.

"Rather than you, never bring anything. You stingy!" kiss the Queen on her twin, King.

"I brought a prayer."

"I bring prayer and flowers."

"Papa doesn't need flowers, just prayer."

"Papa's grave will look more beautiful with the flowers. Papa must be proud of me."

Love could only roll her eyes lazily watching the commotion of her two children. He again focused on the pile of paper before him. Rumi had also returned to her chair to continue watching TV and heed the adorable debates of her two nephews. Yes, Rumi is still often visited by her sister-in-law's house. He occasionally helps keep the two different character boys while Cinta is busy taking care of her flower business.

"Kids so Sis Cinta bring it tomorrow?" ask Rumi while looking at Love.

Love lifts its head. He was silent for a moment staring straight ahead with a complicated look until he finally nodded slowly.

Rumi thinned her lips, trying to find a solution to help Love, but there was no solution in her head. When the harvest came, he almost spent his time taking care of the garden and after that went to the city to send the crops. So too with his mother. They will share the task of overseeing the harvesting process and meeting potential buyers.

"Calm down, you'll be staying with Nana. You know that Nana can be relied upon to look after the children," said Cinta realized there was anxiety on Rumi's face. Rumi and Bu Mirna have helped her a lot, Love does not want to trouble them continuously. At least he has to learn to take care of his garden, his business and also the children independently.

"How many days does Kak Cinta come to Jakarta?"

"Maybe a week. There were meetings with some prospective flower buyers. Big brother's marketing team said there were two hotels asking to send flowers for their big event."

Rumi just nodded her head in a sign of understanding. His brother-in-law was known to be hardworking and generous. He even sometimes holds free classes for people who want to learn entrepreneurship especially in the plantation section. She also opens free classes for children who want to learn English. Rumi turned her gaze to the two boys who were fighting over the PS stick in front of her. Unknowingly the young girl's lips were drawn to the side. Adorable.

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It was still early in the morning, visible from the short hand of the hour that led to the number eight, but the sunlight was already stinging. The love who was wearing formal clothes stared at the towering building before him.

Love took a deep breath, for some reason her heart suddenly thumped. Did he start having symptoms of a heart attack? Several times he pulled and exhaled to reduce his nervousness. Love rushed into the hotel lobby. The hotel looks still quiet, there are only hotel employees who are busy arranging things and cleaning the hotel. Two people, a man and a woman who had followed Cinta, circulated her gaze around the room with shades of golden cream.

They seemed amazed to see the area in the building that was so luxurious. They are the marketing team of Cinta in Jakarta. As a marketing team, of course their job is to offer the goods they sell. Just as when they heard that a new hotel was about to open, they nimbly came and offered building decoration services with fresh flowers, or just supplying fresh flowers as a display. With the marketing and communication skills of both, finally the hotel in charge approves their offer. Now, they just brought the boss to discuss further cooperation.

"Good morning," said Love to the lobby officer who replied with a friendly smile.

"We're from Blooming Flower. I've got an appointment with the manager today."

"Oh, let's follow me, brother."

Love stepped forward decisively following a female employee in a black uniform in front of her towards the meeting room. An uneasy feeling came back when he heard the sound of his own footsteps echoing in the corridor. I don't know, usually he won't be this restless when doing business meetings.

Love slowed her footsteps when she saw the guide no more than three meters away stopping in front of the room at the end of the hallway. Love approached and stood right behind the woman with her two team members. The door slowly opened, and some people were sitting on a large rectangular table. The two pairs of eyes that were outside and inside the room, exchanged glances along with the perfectly open door. Their eyes were equally widened, while the heart of Love seemed to stop beating. Even with the person in the room, the man unconsciously stood with a gaze still focused on Love.

"That .. ta," the quiet mutter of Love that only she could hear.

...Seriate.......