The Love of the Culun

Happy Celine

Ariana's arrival this time, became a trending topic in his home country. Be it mass media, online media, or electronic media that covers the arrival of famous designers, whose names have gone global.

And it certainly did not escape the conversation of people who knew who Ariana used to be, before it became what it is now. A cute, innocent girl who transforms into a famous designer, and that makes it hard for them to believe. As seen this afternoon, the residence belongs to Zain Pratama.

Everyone seems to be busy with their activities. Like one of the young servants, which was none other than Paula who was enjoying her leisure time by enjoying a snack, after carrying out her duties as one of the mahesa family servants. The woman, who is around twenty years old, muttered to herself after this morning, she had read the news online on her mobile phone, if her country specifically invited famous fashion designers. And he will arrive today in Indonesia. And from the news that he read, if the fashion designer was named Ariana Mahesa and it makes him curious because it has the same name as his ex-wife.

"I became curious about the name of the fashion designer. Wasn't her name, the same as Miss Ariana Mahesa, the ex-wife of Mr. Zain. But is that Miss Ariana?" He muttered to himself by trying to guess, but his heart said there was no way it could be his ex-wife. Not in this world, many of the same names.

"There's no way that's Miss Ariana. There are not many people in the world who have the same name. But today, is the day of the arrival of that fashion designer. Every television station must have covered his arrival." Paula muttered to herself with curiosity, as the fingers grabbed the remote stored on the glass table.

Sitting leaning against one of the single sofas, the viewing room was specially prepared by Zain for his servants to enjoy their leisure time.

Instead of dying curious about the look of the famous fashion designer, who has the same name as his ex-wife Master, he better watch television, there may be a television station reporting his arrival.

Switching channels, when you have not found a channel that broadcasts gossip news around it.

Until the fingers stopped on one of the television channels, which aired about the gossip of the celebrities.

"It's a good thing that this channel still shows the gossip of the artists. I became curious about the appearance of a fashion designer who has the same name as Miss Ariana. Could she be our young master's ex-wife?" Paula muttered to herself with her curiosity, the look of the famous designer.

His gaze was immediately so intense, as reporters aired the news of the arrival of famous fashion designer Ariana Mahesa.

"Why is he wearing sunglasses? I can't see if she's really Miss Ariana, or not. But at first they look alike."

Paula's gaze immediately focused on the flat screen, when she was interviewed Ariana opened her glasses. The two bolamata of the servant almost burst from his place. He rubbed his eyes many times, to make sure that he did not see wrong.

"Ja.so right, that famous fashion designer Miss Ariana? Miss Ariana Mahesa, ex-wife of young master Zain??

this is so hard to believe? apparently all this time, Miss Ariana is domiciled in America, and continued her studies there. And now he's a great designer..?" Paula muttered to herself, as if not believing what she saw that she thought was very important.

Immediately moved from her seat, when she recalled Celine's birth mother Ariana, who had often been sickly from thinking about her daughter.

"I have to tell this happy news to Madam Celine. Miss Ariana is her son. And she'd be very surprised to see her son become a great woman now." He muttered with such hasty footsteps, as he was heading towards the second floor.

His body looks thinner, from day to day. Sitting on the bed, with fingers holding a plate enjoying his lunch, accompanied by the butler Ani.

Occasionally tears trickled from both corners of his eyes, and tried to smile amid the wounds of longing for his only daughter Ariana.

"What do you think, madam? let's finish the meal. Just a little more, the food is over. After that, take the medicine." Ani persuades Celine, when the woman stops paddling her spoon.

At first glance he wiped the tears, forcing himself to smile on the sidelines of the tears that kept dripping.

"It's been five years for Ani, but I don't know where Ariana is yet. Even Zain himself, has stopped living on his ex-wife. Because the results are always nil."

A heavy sigh, with a fake smile she looked at Celine who had not stopped hoping to meet her daughter again.

"Trust Madam. Surely Madam, and Miss Ariana will meet again." By trying to calm the woman.

Celine smiled bitterly, and she knew Ani was trying to comfort herself.

"Stop comforting me Ani? I just wish that before I die, I could meet him." Murmuring with his shoulder face, seemed to duck as the circle flowed back.

"BRAAKK" The door opened wide with a little hard, to make the two beakbaya women jerked in shock.

"You why Paula?! can't you knock on the door before you go in?!" With the look of a bent face annoyed, until the wrinkle was increasing in Ani's face.

"Will be angry with Auntie? Madam Celine forgive me. But you should see this." Breathing is seen hunting, as his fingers reach for the remote and aim at the television screen.

"Is there anything to see on that television screen?!" " Celine's confused face, Paula blames the thirty-two-inch television.

Paula stood in front of the television, and showed a beautiful woman walking in the arms of a small child.

"Mrs! look this. Your daughter Miss Ariana, and your granddaughter." By showing his index finger pointing at the television screen.

Ani, and Celine immediately got up from her seat, hearing what the young girl said. Both pairs of eyes were so intense on the television screen.

"Mrs.this is Miss Ariana.. Madam..? this is Mrs Ariana, and this little girl, must be your granddaughter." Ani said with her bright face, when she saw Ariana on the television screen, holding a little girl.

"Aunt Ani, Mrs Celine, just so you know. Miss Ariana is not a woman. He is the world's leading designer. And surely Bibi has heard the news, that our country will be the arrival of a famous fashion designer, and she is Miss Ariana. The ex-wife of our young master." Fiery tone, as the sentence was spoken from Paula's tiny lips.

'"Is that true Paula? that fashion designer, is Ariana my son ..??" Celine asked, confirming what her housemaid had said.

"Yes Madam? Miss Ariana we are so great can transform into a famous fashion designer."

Celine framed a small smile, with tears flowing from happiness.

"Mama's really proud to have a daughter like you, Ariana? you're so great, so great my son.." Bath while wiping the tears that continue to flow because they can see back his daughter.

"Miss is the face of Miss Ariana's daughter, very similar to Mr Zain?"

"Yes Ani. She's like a mini version of Zain, in female form." With a small nod, he stared at his grandson on the television screen.

****

The four-wheeled vehicle drove in the middle of Jakarta traffic during the day. His lick fingers rolled down the car window a little, to look at the beauty of the metropolis, which he had left six years ago.

"Mommy-gates.." The tiny body was writhing in his lap, with half-circumcised eyes.

A small smile framed on Ariana's pretty face, while the fingers fixed some strands of hair that covered some of the little girl's eyebrows.

"Sleep for a while, we've arrived at Aunt Rani's apartment."

He closed his tired eyes, hiding his face in his mother's stomach.

"July..." Call Ariana suddenly to her assistant.

"Yes Miss.."

"What was my first activity today in Jakarta."

Jemari Juli grabbed a bag, which was right next to her. His hand slipped inside, grabbing a book inside. Open a paper helain, and read the first schedule of Nonamudanya while in Jakarta.

"Tonight you have dinner with Mr. Loard. To discuss your cooperation, and he. He deliberately wants to meet you first, because it turns out his daughter, really likes the results of your design Miss?"

"alright. What time is dinner. And what's his daughter's name."

"What I heard, his daughter's name was Cintya. And dinner's at eight in the evening Miss?"