DESTINY LOVE RANGGA
CHAPTER 3. LIKE THE GIRL IN THE PAINTING (Part 1)
Mrs Cindy fulfilled her promise to stay at the villa for three days. A lot of togetherness done by the mother and the child while there. Starting from helping Rangga gardening, accompanying Rangga painting, to meeting with a private teacher of art kriya who came on the third day Madam Cindy was there.
The age of Madame Cindy who was not young anymore, making her busy in the business world was left entirely to Daffa, her eldest son. Indeed, since her husband died, she had been involved in managing the company. But now he chose rest. He wants to enjoy his old days with his children and grandchildren.
Daffa and Wulan had already given him a grandchild. What about Rangga? Madame Cindy still feels unsettled if at any time she died, but Rangga has not lived happily.
Seeing Rangga with his activities that are now seen enjoying it, enough to make Madam Cindy breathe a sigh of relief. He hopes that someday Rangga will get another soul mate to accompany Rangga to age.
After looking through Rangga's paintings, Madam Cindypun immediately packed up to return to Jakarta. Mrs Cindi promised to come back in two months.
"If your work is not ready, you better make an exhibition of your paintings. Don't push yourself too much. Two months is too short" Ms Cindy said, fearing that Rangga's target was not achieved.
"Mama will finance your exhibition. Later let Wulan promote your exhibition" said Mrs Cindy.
"Thank you, Ma" said Rangga with sparkling eyes.
Madam Cindy nodded with a smile. He was happy, at least Rangga still had the spirit to live. He used to be worried that Rangga would kill himself when he was devastated when he lost his wife and child. And Rangga's ex-girlfriend? I don't know. Madame Cindy was still curious about Rangga's heart to Resty. Whether it still holds love or just pity. Because Resty who had left Rangga first when he was about to get engaged disappeared without a trace. Until Rangga was heartbroken. And after Rangga moved on, had a serious relationship with Rena up to a year, then married, suddenly Resty came again in a state of severe pain.
There was no Resty painting in Rangga's painting room. Also in Rangga's room. Madam Cindy only found Rena's painting in Rangga's room which was covered with cloth, and opened at any time by Rangga. Madam Cindy concluded, Rangga's love is greater in Rena than Resty. Maybe Rangga's actions in the past were only for the sake of humanity or pity because Resty was a kara and in a state of terminal cancer. Yeah, maybe that's the reason.
"Mama hope you should consider Mama's offer to re-manage your Papa company. Your old company was left to be managed by Varrel, Wulan's husband. You certainly do not want to meet your former employees?" lady Cindy asked as she put her clothes on the suitcase.
"I don't want to go back to that company. If the company Papa..., Rangga has not been thinking there yet. Currently Rangga only wants to focus on making exhibitions of Rangga's work for many years," replied Rangga while leaning on the wall of his Mama's room.
"OKAY. Then, Mama said goodbye. See you later! Mama hope that there will be changes that occur that bring a fresh breeze to your life," Madam Cindy kissed Rangga's forehead.
"Bring the same suitcase my bag yes Mang Udin!" madam Cindy's orders when she saw Mang Udin was already in front of the room door
"Okay, Madam!" Mang Udin swiftly picked up the suitcase and bag that was in Madam Cindy's room.
"Mama always healthy. Be careful on the road, Ma!" said Rangga while clutching his mother's shoulders.
"You too! Must be healthy and move on! Who knows when you meet the dream girl" Madame Cindy said as she glanced.
"Ck! My dream girl is in heaven!" rangga replied while throbbing.
Rangga drove his mother to the terrace of the villa. The ARTs have lined up to take Mrs Cindy to the terrace.
"Be careful on the road, ma'am!" the ART says in unison. Madam Cindy nodded with a smile.
"Kokom, is your stomach big? How many months has it been?" suddenly Madame Cindy greeted Kokom, one of her ART at the villa.
"It's been seven months, ma'am. I all want permission, I want a leave first from tomorrow," Kokom said while looking down.
" Yes, it's okay. Mang Udin, take care of your wife and your future son!"
"Sure, Mistress!" Mang Udin replied.
"Sir Dani, if the villa job is not handled with the existing ART, look for a new ART for a while during Kokom leave!" Madame Cindy gave the instructions before she left.
"Okay, Madam!" answer Mr. Dani.
Suddenly a car broke into the villa's courtyard and stopped right in front of Madame Cindy who was about to leave.
"Sorry Cindy! I have been busy for a few days. So it's only now here," Adam, Madam Cindy's sister-in-law, got out of the car and walked up to Miss Cindy.
"Ck! Don't be too busy! Later you forget your own family," said Mrs Cindy.
"Ha ha ha ! Of course you won't forget!" answer Om Adam while shaking hands with his brother-in-law.
"Healthy Brother?"
"Thank God, healthy,'
"Son Cindy's going back to Jakarta now?" ask Adam.
"Yes. I've been here three days, I've missed my grandchildren. So I'm going back to Jakarta now,"
"Well, what a pity! I was going to take Sister Cindy for a walk around the summit" said Om Adam.
"Stale old man! I want to go home! I say yes to everything!" Madam Cindy waved at all her ART and also at Rangga. Mang Udin who had put in a suitcase and bag assisted by driver Madam Cindy returned a wave of her employer's hand.
"Be careful on the way, madam! Good luck to your destination!" said Mang Udin.
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POV Raisa
I'm Raisa. I'm 20 years old. I'm an orphan. I live with my stepmother, Hety, and my half-brother, Sesil. There was actually one more half-brother of mine who was a boy, but he now lives in town with his wife. Thankfully. If he was here, I was afraid. It is rough and temperamental.
My father died a long time ago. I live with my stepmother and stepbrother under great pressure. I was treated like a maid in my own home. They control my father's possessions. My father's family and my mother's, I don't really know where they are. Our family has long since broken off communication. It's been since Dad decided to marry my stepmother. My stepmother kept all the extended family away from my father and mother. Moreover, they did not approve of Father's marriage to my stepmother.
I live my life without those who love me. I was treated like a slave in my own home. Every day I have to do my homework and go to the garden. I have to take care of my father's estate to plant various kinds of vegetables. The produce from the garden was for sale and used for our daily living expenses. This is my step and Sesil only accepts the result. They took away all the garden. I only cultivate the produce of the garden while those who manage its finances.
Actually, the life I live can still be patient and steadfast if only my stepmother did not have a crazy plan. My stepmother planned to marry me to an old, four-year-old, and granddaughter-in-law neighbor. I was made to redeem the debts of my stepmother who could not pay her debts. Of course my stepmother owed it to meet the hedonistic lifestyle of Sesil. Until I'm the one who got the sap.
“I don't want to! Why did Mom match me with a son who had a grandson?! I'm not Sudi!” my reply.
“You can't argue! You should go with her tonight!” My stepmother clutched my cheek.
“No! I don't want to! Why didn't Mom just go with him? Or Sesil?! You have debt!” I threw my stepmother's hand.
Hearing my resistance, my stepmother was angry. I slapped him many times. With anger, I ran away from home. Enough's enough! I have suffered enough all this time! I deserve my life. No one else can do anything to me! I am determined to leave my memorable home with my parents.
Along the way, I was crying incessantly. I ran to follow where my footsteps were. The day has started at night. I don't care about my surroundings. My steps only stopped when I realized I was going through a dark and quiet rice field. My fear began to ambush. The road looks so empty.
I sharpened my vision when I saw an Avanza car coming across from me. I stopped that car. I saw a pair of middle-aged men and women sitting in front.
“Pak, Mom! Help me! Get me out of here! You must be good people who want to help me!” I begged the two men.
“What's up, son? Why are you in such a quiet place alone?” ask the middle-aged woman.
“I ran away from home, Mom! I don't want to be my stepmother's debt-redeemer. Please, take me away. I'm afraid they'll catch up with me!”
They seem silent. They looked at me like they were looking. Then the middle-aged woman whispered to the middle-aged man. The man looked at me again. Then he nodded. The woman seemed to whisper back. I'm actually kind of suspicious afraid that they're bad guys. But I had no choice but to go with them. I'll be vigilant.
“Alright, come on in!” said the middle-aged man.
I cheered in my heart. Immediately I open the car handle in the back. I also sat behind them.
“Thanks, Sir, Mom!” my spoken.
Actually I acted rashly, coming with an unknown person on the street. But what do you want to say, I at least slipped out of my stepmother's shackles. Next I will make a plan. Most importantly, I left that place.
The car slowly left the place. I felt my eyes back. Afraid that some of my stepmother's men would follow me. Safe. No one followed me.
“Whose name are you, son? Which village are you from?” ask the middle-aged woman.
“My name is Raisa, Mom. I'm from the village around here.”
“Where are you going? Is there something you're going to go to?” ask the middle-aged man who was driving the car.
“I don't know. I just ran away from home. I don't have a brother I'm going to go to. If I may, I will come with you. I can do housework, or work in the garden,” sounds sassy actually. But instead of me hanging out on the street, I would rather just stay with them.
“Actually it is very risky that we bring a girl night and night on the road. We are afraid of being accused of kidnapping or running away people's children. But seeing your honesty and the problems you are facing, we want to accommodate you while in our employer's villa,” said the middle-aged man.
“O yes, introduce, my name is Dani and my wife is named Irah,” said the middle-aged man.
“It's nice to meet you, Mr. Dani and Ms. Irah. Thank you for being so kind as to give me a ride. Also thank you for believing in me" I said sincerely.
POV Raisa off
Fifteen minutes later the car they were riding in arrived at a large house. Raisa looked up at the splendor of the house. He had passed by in that area. The house is the only one that looks different. The house is close to the tea garden, far from the surrounding residential area, but has a beautiful and magnificent building. Just this time Raisa saw the house up close.
Mr. Dani and Ms. Irah got out of the car, followed by Raisa. Mr. Dani and Ms. Irah looked busy dropping groceries from the trunk. Quickly, Raisa helps them to lower the groceries.
"There's so much to buy, ma'am," commented Raisa.
"Yes. Monthly shopping," replied Miss Irah.
"How many people are there in this house?" Raisa curious.
"One person," replied Ms. Irah, "You guys bring in Raisa," said Ms. Irah as she carried her groceries. Both of his hands were full of frisk filled with groceries.
"Yes, ma'am," Raisa replied as she followed Ms. Irah in.
"One person, but the groceries are very much," said the inner Raisa.
"ART here there are four, even five. Only the other one is on maternity leave. We took care of the young master while here. This is her family's villa" replied Bu Irah as if she understood Raisa's way of thinking.
Raisa just nodded. His eyes were busy looking at the pavilion building that was behind the main building.
"Let's put the groceries there. Let me take care of it later" said Bu Irah while in a kitchen connecting the main building and pavilion.
After the goods were placed in the kitchen, Ms. Irah invited Raisa to approach the pavilion which is lined up lengthwise. After being close to a room, Ms. Irah opened the door.
"You slept in this room. Cleanse body. The bathroom is inside. Then go to the kitchen. We're waiting for you for dinner. You must not have eaten" said Ms. Irah.
"Yes, Mom. Thank you" answered Raisa.
"In the closet, there are a few pieces of change of clothes. Just wear. It was reserved for new ART. Hopefully enough on your body," said Bu Irah again.
"Thank you, ma'am," said Raisa. He felt very lucky to be accommodated by a married couple who worked as ART in the villa.
TO BE CONTINUED
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