My wife's been misguided

Om Surya I's

After the argument about the wedding party venue, there is no more communication with Nesya. Life is calmer. Marriage doesn't have to go along. All have been taken care of by Surya's men.

All the work is almost done, just prepare for the presentation. And no longer taking a job. I leave it all to my friends at the office. Remembering the next few days of leave. Wedding and honeymoon too. Yeah! honeymoon.

A week before H day in contact to check the location, synchronize the imagination of wedding people with my expectations. Mama tried to be mediocre. Though in the heart surprised by the luxury of this marriage later.

Arriving at the new location all channeled. "Yeahaw! Zians! What dream are you going to marry on a cruise ship! Oh God! Thank you for showing me the real face of the salsa. Otherwise, Zian would not have been able to get rich gini good in-laws. O Allah, Alhamdulillah." Mama is blissful.

How not good. Guests will be invited to travel around the coast of Indonesia, from Bali, then to Bunaken, continue to the king of Ampat. Yeah! Sultan mah is free.

Meanwhile, I'm the same Nesya in free use yacht alone. Laughter really knows how to get a ginian gift from the prospective in-laws. What will happen in the middle of the sea? No love no s**s, at least just photos for the sprint.

I don't know how my mom would feel if she knew this was all a lie. All these luxuries and grandeur are only the cover for one great pretense.

There is no such thing as marriage. It's just one satisfying transaction.

Three days before the wedding. I wore a long-sleeved batik shirt and came to the gala dinner. Tonight the award of sustainability award and the company om Surya won as the best projects based on CSR.

Usually most males in ajakin to ginian events. But this time it is not good to refuse the invitation of Surya. Though there are still a little more presentation materials that must be prepared for tomorrow.

Maybe Nesya is right. I started to lose my independence. Start to be organized by others.

"See that." Om Surya drew attention to the big screen that was plastered on the stage, "That's what we've been working on all this time." The screen displays the profits of CSR projects carried out by the company om Surya. I just found out this company was concerned once in the field of child education. They established at five points in the interior of Papua. Not only the physical building, but also finance the teachers who become teachers.

"I told you, the school must be one with nature. Should make them realize how rich the potential of nature around them," Tone voice om Surya excitedly, "You know, they have sago, have yam, have yam, but they must walk miles up and down the mountain to sell natural products so that they can be exchanged for rice and instant noodles. Believe it?"

Waw! Amazed to see the fire of spirit in the eyes of Surya. This may be his true passion. Something that keeps the soul in itself alive and moving.

"Why should they sell carbohydrates for the sake of other carbohydrates? Weird, right?" I'm just a mangosteen. "Eating needs education that is in harmony with nature. It is not education that deprives them of their own wisdom roots. So that they may succeed, stand on their own land."

Waw! cooly! I applauded sincerely when the MC called Surya up on stage to receive the award.

His educational vision could be. It is different if you have a lot of money. Free to do it. Not rich I can only give donations continue to have to believe in the same social projects of others.

People congratulated him on his way down the stage until he returned to the table again. I stood up and greeted him sincerely, sincerely, "Congratulations, om."

Om Surya pat my arm."don't congratulate me. It's you who will continue," he said, the award from transparent resin to my grasp continued to survive from semeja colleagues.

Ngelutin, said? My head was dizzy all of a sudden. Ngeelunjung what?

Once in the car we both breathe a sigh of relief. Then laugh together.

"The rich gini way is really exhausting, ya yan." Surya said after his laughter subsided. "Well, let's make it tired, but this is important for networking" he continued.

I couldn't help but agree. No networking, no projects, the same as hunger. "Where? ready to go?" Surya talked again about ngelajutin.

"What goes on, om?" I'm still focusing on getting the car out of the parking lot. He laughed a little while breathing.

"Yes continue our company's CSR" after all! his style is talking about his company as our company.

"If you just go ahead, ready, om. I'd love to help others too."

"Haha!" Om Surya laughed loudly, he was very happy. "Yes, I know. we have the same value about the use of money, right?" I was surprised and just found out.

"What is the value of Surya?" The father-in-law laughed a little.

"There are three ways to make money. First, abisin still exists. Second, make more money. Third, make more people smile." I can also be his philosophy. "And we prefer to make money the third way. Am I right?"

The car went out into the streets of Jakarta. While I'm still nodding rich toys dashboard. "Yes for sure, om know you are also a regular donor for Unicef, right?"

"Eh? How do you know?" The om ngetawain my face that sure looks like a huge block.

"We've seen Unicef's meeting, you forgot?" I tried to remember, but there was nothing stuck in my memory. "Either later all shares om, will be marked with you."

"Huh? Uh, how's om?" Didn't I hear wrong, did I?

"You have to have nails if you want to continue these projects. Otherwise, it will definitely be bulldozed by those who focus on making money to lure money again." Surya spoke very seriously.

"Ntar first, om. All shares will be sold to me?" I'm still confused.

Om Surya nodded with certainty. "Yes, all fifty percent of the company's shares will be yours. On behalf of you," he replied steadily and successfully to make me waver.

The real one! My throat suddenly dried up. It took me a little more to speak fluently again.

seriate...