CEO Twins And Girls Choice

Creating Dreams

Ernest is different from coming home with Rangga. The man chooses to stay home with Anastasya, spending the night telling stories. The sadness of Rangga who was caught in the eye by Anastasya while staring at the photos of his family on the wall, makes Anastasya intend to tell the story of his past life with Kenan. There was no purpose whatsoever, the woman only wanted if there were no secrets between them for the future.

In the dimness of the night, Anastasya sat side by side. Staring at the flickering stars between the night sky.

Anastasya who on that night accidentally saw Rangga was staring at his family photo album, felt the need to straighten out what was there, so that if the two get married later there will be no more obstacles until the impact on their married life in front of them.

"In twenty years of our married life, there must have been a lot that we had. Between sad and happy, maybe the same as we ever felt." Anastasya opened the conversation. A while ago, the mouths of the two men were locked. Doubtful or hesitant to start a conversation.

"Perhaps not as you might imagine, we two people who were accidentally reunited in fact both have wounds in our previous married life."

Rangga, the man was silent but actually listened to every sentence from the woman who was now sitting next to him. Yes, he was indeed burned with jealousy when Kenan's photo was still displayed so much in Anastasya's house. But is it not natural, considering that a hundred widows for Anastasya is not because they are separated by someone but separated by death. So it is commonplace if the photo of the late Kenan is still left on display even though he actually hopes if the photos of the happy family disappear from view.

"Since Arka's official divorce from me and also after rejecting you back then, I chose to leave. Go far in the hope of never meeting again with the people I knew in the past." Anaatasya each remembered those times. Treasure from the Ark he refused. Likewise with the various facilities that her ex-husband offers. Anastasya has completely disappeared. Away from her social life as a former model and conglomerate wife.

"All my communications are closed. Whether from Zara, Arka or anyone else, only surti was the only person that I often gave news at that time, but over time I also deleted surti contact and changed my mobile number." Anastasya bowed, and it did not escape from Rangga's sight.

"To connect my life I work in a restaurant with a hefty salary. I live in a simple house that I bought from the sale of jewelry that I had before I married Arka." Anastasya's words paused, the woman sighed deeply. "It was at the restaurant that I was finally reunited with the late Kak Kenan." A meeting that of course Anastasya will not forget until anytime. Scary guy who always comes near midnight to buy food.

"You know, it all went on without us expecting it. We were actually injured, as if we had attachment to each other and felt comfortable when together. Maybe from there the seeds of love appeared until Kak Kenan ventured to propose me."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything before when I was looking at my married life with Kenan, but I just wanted that if we were to get married later, there wasn't the slightest bit of wedge in you to doubt my feelings." Anastasya's taste in Rangga, never changed. Indeed, he still loved a long time ago, only because it swallowed too much disappointment, Anastasya also chose to stay away from Rangga. Hopefully if by separating they can find their respective soul mate.

Rangga smiled knot. It looks like the man is starting to understand the essence of the conversation tonight.

"Son Kenan is gone, so is I who still want to continue living and make myself happy." Although she loves Jenan, Anastasya realizes that their lives have been separated by nature.

"Anastasya, I can understand where you're going." Both hands of Anastasya who had been on the table, the man reached and then gripped. "After we return to Indonesia, let's start living together. Married, and living happily with Natasha. We realize beautiful dreams that have not been achieved until now. Anastasya, after this I promise to always make you happy, to love you and love you as sincerely, and only death can separate us." Like a sacred promise, Rangga said it with a moon and a star that bears witness. Anastasya made haru. Until without realizing if there is a pair of people who pay attention to them from a distance.

What a short holiday that is not easily forgotten for two couples of different ages who both seem to be shrouded in the mist of love.

This morning they went back on a trip to the capital. Not much preparation because Aunt and Uncle apparently have prepared a variety of food for fruit hands.

The twilight couple let go of Anastasya and her daughter with sobs. Although heavy but in the end split up. The hand lambaian led the departure of the iron horse that brought Anastasya's departure and the group to the Airport.

In the hearts of Aunt and Uncle, it was like something was missing while taking off Anaatasya's virginity. Last night, they finally knew who Rangga really was.

Men of Kenan's age who Anastasya brought to visit Kenan's grave. Indeed, Anastasya did not introduce in detail who Rangga. The woman only said that Rangga was only a friend. But what the couple met last night, in fact not in line with Anastasya's words.

They have more than just friends, and Aunt and Uncle realize that even if only by sight.

"I thought after this Mrs Anastasya would marry again?." The Aunt spoke with a straight look ahead. An empty look towards the car that took Anastasya away though it was already invisible.

"Sure, she is young" answered the husband with a deep sigh.

"But I don't feel willing." The Aunt lowered her head, she rubbed a clear, melted circle on the cheek with both palms.

"Hust, that's his right. Besides, Mr. Kenan is gone, and I think he also needs a companion who can take care of him and Miss Natasya."

The aunt nodded broken. Yes, he also does not blame, just from the deepest corner of his heart like unwilling if Kenan's position is replaced by others.

"That's it," said the uncle, embracing his wife and patting her on the arm. "As older people, we only need to pray for their happiness. If they're happy, we're happy too." Aunt nodded back. Justifying the husband's words until the couple covered the gate and entered the house.

Tbc.