My Conglomerate
Jakarta to Bengkulu

The newlyweds are running their formality. They run a honeymoon ritual, in order to convince everyone at the wedding they are living today.

Puspa followed Rayan and continued to walk behind him pulling his own suitcase. Rayan did not look back at all even though only to see the puspa who was troubled with his goods.

"Mas, where are we going? Why, I'm not told where we're headed?"

"Where, as long as you can get away from them. I feel sick of continuing like this" answered Rayan with her flat face.

Though only a few days they were married, but as it has been months rayan tormented continue along with the puspa. He never even roomed, and Rayan succumbed to sleep in the workspace. So reluctant to see the woman at this time.

"You're not sora, anyway. Remember that? I said the promise was called sora, and not puspa."

"Yes, really. Do not insist mulu," replied puspa with pain.

Until they sit down and pick up the ticket. But Rayan is still a little kind to give a cold drink as Puspa thirst relief that looks so exhausted. After all, and somehow Rayan's father has been so fond of puspa ever since he became his son-in-law.

Calls to passengers have been announced. Puspa was surprised and rounded his eyes when their goal was mentioned, and fit in with the purpose of the departure of the two.

"Huh? How there?" ask puspa.

"You mind? If you don't want to come, you better go home and live with me." Rayan returned to ketus, and he stood leaving the puspa to check in their departure.

This was the first time that Puspa had boarded a plane and gone that far without an afternoon beside him. He was so tense, his stomach was tight and his legs were cold at the moment. It even felt nauseous, but he could not take it all out because it was just spinning in his stomach.

"You scared?" ask Rayan who is sitting next to him.

"Slightly," jawab puspa. And he bit his own nails at that time with feet that could not stand still he continued to move unconsciously.

Rayan just quietly sighed her long breath. He closed his eyes and tried not to care about the girl next to him as long as he did not scream in fear at this time. Forty-five minutes until the plane landed at the airport. Puspa took off his grip, and only realized if Rayan's hand was injured.

"Mas, sorry."

"Already, let's get down. Hope this is all not infected later," said Rayan who then stood up to leave the puspa again. Like that, although puspa also never expected much of their relationship.

**

Sora is sitting in the middle of playing Lila at the moment. He noticed the cheerful and happy face with his new toy, which was indeed no burden for a little girl of lila's age. In fact, Sora had gotten the burden of life from his father before he was born into the world.

Yes, sora who was born from a mother who was the second wife during her life was stamped as the son of an actor. It hurts, but all the evidence does point there. They all do not accept, if sora who will be the main heir to their company.

"Ola, what's sad? Here play mama Ila," call the little girl to her.

"Ola's not sad, baby. Ola just sat down memenin ila. Does it look sad?"

"Ola pretty," praise the little girl to him. Until the rumbling sound of the plane that will land instantly horrendous Ila with all her curiosity.

"Lick! It's raincoat!!" Ila shouted so happily looking like a giant bird that seemed clearly going down from the air.

"From_JAKARTA," lirih sora stared at the plane above. Like suddenly attacked by a deep longing for something or someone in his life.

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