A Different Heaven

Reunite

Rena drove her husband to the front door after finishing breakfast.

"A book for interns has been brought?" rena asked to remind her husband.

"Udah kok," Angga showed a plastic bag in his hand.

"Be careful with the mistress." Rena kissed the back of Angga's hand. Angga kissed his wife's forehead.

"Mas departs, Assalamu'alaikum."

Rena waved at Angga after her husband's Jeep Wrangler pulled away from the fence.

Old Sedan type cars that might be luxurious in time stopped in front of the fence of Rena's house. Rena who had wanted to enter the house locked her intentions and waited for who the person who stopped was.

The middle-aged man in a Neat shirt suit came down from the car. Rena estimates the age of the father is around 50s more because his guardianship is younger than his father-in-law.

"Pak Angga Ada" he asked.

"Sorry sir, just got out to the office" Rena replied.

"When it's better to talk at home" complained the bayah man.

"Yes Pi, we meet in his office" exclaimed a young and beautiful woman who approached the middle-aged man.

"Yes, oh yeah. Is mother Renata's mother Pak Angga's wife?" ask that old man.

"That's fine sir," replied Rena casually.

"I'm Bramantyo Mr. Angga's business partner, this is my daughter Celine," the middle-aged father told his daughter to shake Rena's hand. The man knew that the Angga family did not make fiscal contact with the opposite sex.

"Renata," Rena's hand warmly welcomes the hand of the beautiful woman before her. Rena suspects, the son of Mr. Bramantyo is a descendant of blasteran considering his face is so oriental.

"Celine, nice to meet Renata's mom." Reply gently.

Somehow Mr. Bramantyo wanted to meet her husband by bringing his amazing daughter. Nevermind! Rena dismissed her bad thoughts when Mr. Bramantyo said goodbye to leave.

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Arriving at the office, Angga immediately struggled with a laptop to work on the report that entered his desk. He glanced at the screen of the phone that had vibrated indicating there was a message coming in.

Mas, this morning someone was looking to the house named Mr. Bramantyo.

Angga immediately remembered the name after being called his wife. Yes, one of the most landowners who had been bought by Wilson Palm when Angga was still working in the office on the plantation. He also helped convince other residents to sell their land to Wilson Palm because he was considered a public figure.

"Excuse me Mr. Angga," the voice of the secretary who unfolds his focus.

"Yes, Goddess."

"Someone wants to meet the father, his name is Mr. Bramantyo. Pak Angga has an appointment," continued the secretary.

Before long, the middle-aged man and the oriental-faced girl entered Angga's room. Angga immediately rose from the chair to welcome the man who had been instrumental in helping his career.

"Pak Angga, now it is an important person yes," said the man named Mr. Bramantyo while patting Angga's back.

"Sir Bram, long time no see how are you? Call Angga sir," said Angga politely.

"Well Mr. Angga, what about after moving offices in urban areas?" pleasantries Mr. Bram.

"Sometimes like kangen cobras in Pak plantations" joked Angga.

Both laughed out. Angga then glanced at the woman who was with his business partner.

"Oh my goodness. Mr. Angga, do you remember my daughter." Mr. Bram was holding the hazel-eyed lady close to Angga.

Angga tried to remember. The memory ten years ago has struck a little boy who looks more striking than his friends.

"Cellina?" angga looked at the woman.

"Ustadz Angga right?" reply Celine, who apparently guessed right the man she met yesterday in the bookstore was Angga.

"Oh my goodness, Celine, you are now this big." Angga still does not believe his students when teaching teaching in the plantation has become a body of a virgin girl who can be said to be beautiful.

"Yes, ustazd Angga, Inget was often Celine godain," he said trying to familiar still use the call of his childhood.

"You ignorant disciple," Angga tried to go back to that time when he initiated and taught TPA (Qur'an Education Park) in a mosque around the Wilson Palm office in the plantation.

"Call Angga, I'm not ustazd. After all, I used to just fill free time on the plantation for useful things because there was no wife."

Yes, Celine, who is a mixture of Dutch and indigenous, makes himself more dominant with the boss-bulean face inheriting the genes of the mother. It's only natural that Celine looks the most striking first when she was a child. Usually, someone who has a cross-face, has its own beautiful criteria for the population of this country.

"Let's sit down," Angga let his guests occupy the sofa after mutually banging out to review the past.

"How about Mr Bram, what's underlying why you suddenly want to meet me?"

"I want to ask Mr. Angga for help" exclaimed the mature man.

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Seriate.....