Asmara Anastasia

Party Plan

...If alive, it could be as free as a flying bird....

Rangga commented a thin smile. His gaze looked far out the glass of a car that brought him back home. Together with a driver, Rangga down the streets are quite quiet, considering the day is still up.

Tired, and not excited to make Rangga back faster. The model agency company is still managed in half. I do not know until when the young man gave up and chose to surrender to the orders of the Father. To carry out the responsibility that has been given with all my heart.

Forty-five minutes passed, the iron horse driven by the family driver Rangga, began to enter the main gate in the luxury residential complex.

Rangga combing the view of the parking area is quite large. There are some luxurious vehicles that are quite foreign parked. The man was sure that some of the vehicles did not belong to him, or to one of his family. Then who's it?

"Sir, is the house receiving guests?" rangga asked the driver shortly after the man opened the car door for her.

"Yes sir. Inside were some of the mistress' friends," replied the big, tall chauffeur.

Rangga sighed, then nodded his head and gestured for the driver to leave him.

The handsome man with the dark-colored suit stelan started to swing his steps towards the courtyard of the house. He had forgotten, in the past when he had not studied in a neighboring country, he often saw the mother gather some of her social friends to just chat or party at her residence.

The laughter began to greet Rangga's grunting senses as soon as he entered the door of the house. Without looking at the source of the voice, the young man was leisurely about to walk up the connecting stairs to the upper floor, but someone first called out his name.

"Ladders." The man was also driving for a moment. "Come, kid. It's rude of you to just walk through us" said Siska, the mother, staring intently at the son.

With a step and a smile that forced Rangga turned around and walked closer to the mother and some colleagues.

"Come, son." Siska drew her son's hand and brought the only son before some of her colleagues who were sitting in a circle on the living room sofa.

"Jeng, of course you still remember, this is Rangga my only son with Sofyan mas." Full of pride, the middle-aged woman who still looks beautiful shows off the son to her social partners.

Rangga is just a stale smile. Really, he felt uncomfortable if the mother seemed to introduce him excessively to others.

"Certainly remember dong jeng. Wah added handsome aja nih nak Rangga, can make a prospective ghost," chirped one of Siska's colleagues.

"That's jeng. My son also has two. Girls, cute again. No kyesel if you want to make the same as me," seduced other Siska colleagues.

Either speech and praise whatever the fellow Siska threw at the son. The middle-aged woman only responded with a happy smile to reveal her white teeth. He was very proud. Rangga, meanwhile, chose to remain silent.

Siska elbowed the son's stomach slowly, as if gesturing to just open his voice. The middle-aged woman began to get caught off guard when the son chose not to respond let alone give a reaction.

"Silence jeng. If you are a friend, where will not you go. I also really hope that my son will get a companion for life from our friends, fellow socialites."

Satisfied with Siska's answer, some of his colleagues clapped their hands together, even brandishing their thumbs.

Rangga sighed deeply, whispering to the mother to rest. Siska agreed. Allowing his son to leave, though heavily disappointed.

When climbing the stairs Rangga was still able to hear some friends of his mother still talking about him. That's what makes Rangga can not be so close to the mother.

Rangga is the only son of Sofyan and Siska. However, even that fate did not make him get abundant love from his parents. If Sofyan is busy with company and business, then Siska is busy with her social life and also her diamond business.

It was like growing up without the love of parents. Only Bi Inah, the servant who had taken care of him since childhood. Making him grow into the figure of Rangga who is like today.

When approaching the door of the room, Rangga approached Bi Inah accidentally passing by.

"Loh, Mr Rangga has gone home?" Stunned, the old woman quickly took over the work bag from the master's hand and held it.

"Already, Bi," replied Rangga gently. "Ladders tired. I want to take a warm bath, then sleep." The man pulled the doorknob of the room, brought his body into the vast gray-painted room, then laid down his body on the king-sized bed, staring at the sky-high room.

Inah moved swiftly, kept the master's bag in place, then entered the bathroom to prepare warm water.

A while later, the old woman came out and approached Rangga.

"The water is ready, sir."

Rangga. Apparently, the man was daydreaming and did not realize that Bi Inah was following his steps.

He smiled softly. He stared at the handsome man he had been nurturing since the baby with a close.

"I am already old, sir. But I really enjoy the role of a servant, especially when preparing for the needs of Mr. Rangga. It was like a pride to me." It's true, that's how Inah. In his own life, he sometimes considers the master as someone closest to him.

What's more now. After several years of separation, of course, Inah was very longing for the Master who he had considered like his own grandson.

Rangga was unable to answer. The body of Inah, to be held.

"Bi, I'm sorry that always bothers you. I know if aunt is tired, then after this I beg you, to take care of my own needs."

"But sir."

"Hust..." Rangga pointed his index finger at the lips. "I don't want to hear any rejection, Bi."

Inah, the old woman no longer said. He nodded, assuring the master.

*****

Rangga enjoys an unusual sight, but is also missed. At the dinner table, he sat facing his parents. This is the first time in a few days that he has arrived in Indonesia.

Rangga's slightly thick arch, reviewing a thin smile. Pleasure, and anxiety at the same time. Happy, a rare moment where he, his mother and father enjoy eating together. While anxious, because if it has been collected like this, then both parents deliberately take time when they have a desire or demand for the child to fulfill.

For a moment they enjoyed dinner in silence. Only occasionally heard the clinking of spoons and plates clashing.

Siska wiped the corners of her lipstick-polished lips with a tissue. Afterwards he gulped down the remaining water in his glass. The middle-aged woman looked enthusiastic. Evidently with his face that looks radiant and also his food that has been exhausted first. But usually it is not like that.

"People. I have a plan to throw a small party just to welcome you from Singapore."

I guessed it.

Sofyan did not respond. He was still busy spending the rest of the food inside his porcelain plate. But the man was not surprised at all, so it can be ascertained if the father had known about the plan of the party of the mother.

"How's it?" siska's birthday to the son.

Rangga paused for a moment before answering his mother's question.

"As for mom. I can't refuse." There was not a single smile on Rangga's lips. Although he tried to refuse, but it felt would be useless considering his mother was so forced his will on the child.

Siska smiled triumphantly.

"alright. You don't have to bother to prepare anything. Leave everything to Mom. You just need to prepare yourself and your appearance to look perfect. Oh yeah, and for the day, what if it's just this weekend?"

Rangga thought for a moment.

"I'm still busy mom, the modeling agency will be doing a talent audition on the weekend tomorrow." Luckily, Rangga had the right idea. Lucky, because the time is the same.

Now Sofyan who looks frowned. It seemed like the middle-aged man was thinking.

"True, the next few days our model agency will be busy enough to prepare for the annual agenda. So, Rangga did not have much free time during this one week."

Siska's face was suddenly sour, but she immediately turned her brain.

"That's an easy matter, after all we can have a party after the event is over," Siska bargained not out of sense.

"How boy," asked Sofyan.

"alright. It's up to Mom and Dad."

Sofyan and Siska looked smiling. The eyes of the couple clinging. A thin serigai appeared on Siska's lips which Sofyan responded with a soft headband.

Seriate