A Different Heaven

Farhan Ratara Services

The car stopped at one of the hotels. He fulfilled his promise to the father to attend dinner with a group of friends of his father's fellow businessmen.

Actually, he was lazy to attend events like this. Farhan knew what was being discussed. He prefers to play the piano or guitar to drive away saturation. Moreover, the meeting location this time is located far outside the city.

He immediately approached the crowd of people who had waved at him, one of whom was his father.

"Penerus Ratara services have arrived. Here and there," the middle-aged father opened a chair for him.

"Where - how, not at home now to be the boss," asked one of the other people.

"Yes, that's how Om is, not at home. Must be a good leader, try your best to be able to compete with existing competitors and still provide the welfare of our valuable assets, namely employees."

"Mantau nih Pak Yunus' son is suitable to be his father's successor. Even more ambitious as it seems," said another.

"It is not ambitious Om, but more responsible with what has been taken," Farhan denied in the same with his father.

The gentlemen held up their thumbs and patted the shoulders of the casual-tuned man with pride.

"By the way yesterday's deal Aventador?" ask the most kepo man with Farhan named Om Vishnu.

"It's not a deal, Om, forced Papa to buy," answered Farhan honestly glanced at the person he meant.

"What price do you get?" ask her seriously again.

"There are eight dozen," replied the father casually.

"Different thin yesterday I also added the contents of the baggage McLaren," reply Om Vishnu.

"How much Om?" tanya Farhan tried to respond.

"Around ten, before I also had time to buy Aventador," he replied again proud of himself.

Farhan shakes his head. Instead, he thought more about buying a bus vehicle that was much more useful for the crowd, than a supercar that could only hang out garaged for protest material.

"It's just that om just hanging out in the garage, at most out the same family also use the city car. The car only fit those two guys that I love sometimes seem redundant."

"Worn the muter-muter, make the attention of young girls. Let's be happy and stay young" said one of the men there, followed by the laughter of the people there.

"It could be, make the same self reward to persuade the wife if again sulking caught out of the young," reply Om Vishnu proudly. Laughter was heard on his desk again.

This is what he does not like if there is a gathering of his father's friends. The language is at least far from showing off excellence and women. Although it is not uncommon to share success tips, but it is very rarely discussed and prefers to discuss unimportant things as discussed today.

"Learn Han, many - many get together with successful people like them. Expand links for business partners. Korek knowledge let me ketangkangkan. Follow it as long as not to fall asleep," exclaimed the papa.

Farhan was just a manggut-manggut only agree with his father's words. What can he learn from his father's friends, spend money, increase mistresses or add a young wife? that was the only conversation he had ever caught.

"House master is coming!" exclaimed one of the people who stood up to welcome the different age men who had just arrived.

"Thank you Mr. Vishnu, Mr. Yunus has invited me." The man shook the hand of Om Vishnu and his Papa.

It's such a coincidence. He was still able to recognize the man who had just shaken his hand politely. He reunites with his old friend's husband who has been plaguing his mind lately. He also believes the man still recognizes him as his wife's friend.

But the bead of his eyes was instantly fixed on the man's hand. He was really surprised not to play.

The man, whom he knew as his friend's husband, was holding the hand of a beautiful woman in a brown hood who he thought was pregnant because her stomach looked big.

Where's Renata? Didn't he just meet them at the airport some time ago. Suddenly his heart was so angry, but he did not want to download it before knowing the truth.

"Here, here Mr. Angga. The next Miranda Wilson, Mama please sit down," Om Vishnu opened the seat for two people who just joined it as if already know who the woman with her friend's husband.

Farhan's eyes certainly can not be separated to highlight the two couples.

"But I'm sorry I can't take long gentlemen, I have to take my wife."

Farhan's direct eagle eyes showed the man. Wife!

"Yes Mr. Angga, relax first. Eat first a little pamali Kaltim people say that they have come but do not eat," said Om Vishnu enthusiastically.

Where did the brown hijab woman go? The men immediately flocked the man with some insinuations.

"Hmmm ... brought out also Mr. Angga Young mistress," exclaimed one of the people who was there patting the man's shoulder.

"Yes sir take a walk again pregnant as well" the man replied with a smile.

"Fortunately news of harassment was quickly clarified. People are sobbing with their own wives" cried another person replied.

"Alhamdulillah sir," replied the man in the blue shirt.

"Pantesan ya Pak Angga getting fitter, rarely come to the association. The new original Jos Pak!" sindir Om Vishnu.

"Yes plus there inaugurates the kayak Pak Angga, do not save it a lot," quipped one of his papa friends followed by laughter everyone.

Of course Farhan's ears can't stand the words of the men at this table. His heart suddenly grew hot given the sudden events of the past that had rippled through his mind.

"I'm sorry for a minute." Farhan. He chose to stay away briefly from people who would become his business associates.

He sat on the sofa in the hotel lobby. He pulled out his phone and looked back from the flat screen of the middle-aged woman who still looked fresh. Smile at the end of his lips.

She is a witness to the struggle of the mother who underwent polygamous marriage. Her mother was originally a cheerful and patient woman. When he found out his father was remarried to a woman his age, his mother's smile slowly faded. In the end, the mother accepted the father's decision.

Farhan's eyes are certainly not blind, he often sees his mother crying every night even though he always says fine. He felt a lot of pain in the eyes of this mother.

He also could not be denied if his mother fell ill due to thinking about the father even though he always argued that pain is a trial from God.

Until finally the most valuable woman in his life died of illness since that incident.

He brushed off the clear grain from the end of his eyes. If time could be turned back, she really didn't want to be like this, her mother was a really good woman. Free of his mother in I pour a lot of treasure if his heart hurts and hurt ! It all means nothing.

Farhan actually wants to leave the house and does not care about everything if not for the last mandate of the mother who wants to stay with her father and take care of him.

His mind now actually lead to the woman of the past who lately disturbed his thinking. The woman in the past who had managed to steal his attention was among the many women who had chased after him just because of a treasure.

He turned his phone around again, looking back at his social media page five years ago while still wearing an Orange alma mater with the HMF logo.

"How are you feeling now Ren, I don't want you to be like my mother."

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