
Rayyan Firdaus is a successful young entrepreneur. He is now 27 years old. He wants to get married and have a family soon. Because all this time he was living alone.
Rayyan is the daughter of Sean Firdaus' second wife, Diana Darmawan. Sean was previously married to Asyifa, but Syifa forced Sean to remarry in order to save Diana who was suffering from liver cancer at the time. And only Sean became the encouragement of his life.
But unfortunately, Mama Diana, her birth mother died while giving birth to her. Because during Rayyan's pregnancy, liver cancer that used to suffer from Mama Diana relapsed and Mama Diana preferred to maintain the womb rather than having to undergo chemotherapy.
Luckily Rayyan still has Mother Syifa and Sean's father who loves her very much. Mother Syifa took care of him affectionately, treating him like her own biological child.
Rayyan grew up to be a smart and beautiful child. He was always the class champion at his school.
At the age of thirteen, Rayyan and her parents had a plane crash while returning from vacation. The accident took the lives of Sean's father and Syifa's mother.
And like a miracle, Rayyan survived the accident, despite being in a coma for several days due to severe injuries.
Rayyan was devastated by the deaths of her parents. What's more, Rayyan suffered from a traumatic pneumothorax, and made her have to use a breathing apparatus for several days.
Luckily there was still Grandpa Frans and Grandma Viona who took care of him. Since his father and mother died, Rayyan lived in the Darmawan family home.
Unfortunately, two years later Rayyan had to feel back the pain of loss, Grandpa Frans had to leave forever because of the disease he suffered, and followed Grandma Viona six months later.
Since then, Bi Ami and Bi Ina have been taking care of her. They are loyal servants of the Darmawan family.
At the age of fifteen years, Rayyan has learned to manage the company. Moreover, there are two companies that will be his responsibility. Rayyan's adolescence spent studying and working, until at the age of twenty-seven years Rayyan wanted to get married and have a family.
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That afternoon at a mosque of the Firdaus Group Company. Rayyan who was about to come out after doing his duty as a Muslim accidentally found a wallet that fell in an open position.
"Whose wallet is this?" Ask yourself, because there is no one in the mosque. Rayyan took the wallet, saw a photo that was clearly visible there. A picture of a girl, oval-faced and smiling brightly.
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Rayyan was fixated, her heartbeat seemed to stop seeing the girl's photo.
"Astagfirulah... What have I done?" He quickly closed the wallet again, do not let his mind go anywhere just because of a photo.
"I'd better just hand this wallet over to the security guard's post."
Just as Rayyan set foot out of the courtyard of the mosque, there was someone who approached her.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Rayyan. That's my wallet." Said the middle-aged man.
"Oh this wallet belongs to Mr Zain?" Ask Rayyan.
"Yes, sir, it seemed like it had fallen when I was going to put it in my pants pocket." Obviously Mr. Zain.
"Yes, this I give back. I found it in the mosque. I was gonna hand it over to the security guard post." Rayyan replied while handing the wallet to Mr. Zain.
"Thank you Mr. Rayyan." Mr. Zain nodded, accepting the wallet.
"Don't call Dad, we're out of the office. I'm still young anyway..." Canda Rayyan in his crisp laugh.
"But Mr. Rayyan is my business partner, and Mr. Rayyan's position is much higher in my appeal. It's not polite." Said Mr. Zain again feeling bad.
"Call Rayyan, sir. We're out of the office." Pinta Rayyan is a little pushy.
"Well then, I call Rayyan when I'm outside." Mr. Zain finally relented.
"It's true said the employee here. If their boss is a very friendly and humble person." Bright Mr. Zain.
"Sir Zain was too complimentary, I'm the same as the people here." Rayyan said lowly.
"Oh yes, sir. Can I ask you something?" Rayyan.
"About what? What about our cooperation?"
"No, Sir. How about we talk over lunch?" Bargainly.
Mr. Zain seemed to think for a moment.
"May be." Answer then.
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"What's up, Rayyan? Is there a problem?" The two are sitting in a food stall on the side of the road, and lunch is over. And Mr. Zain was really amazed by Rayyan who was used to eating roadside food compared to luxury restaurants.
"Ehm. Sorry before, sir. I saw Mr. Zain's wallet fall open. Inside is a photo. Whose picture is that, sir?" Rayyan asked politely.
"the photo? Oh, this photo means?" Mr. Zain reopened his wallet, revealing the photo Rayyan was referring to.
"I... Yes, Sir." Suddenly Rayyan became nervous to see the picture of the girl back.
"Oh, here's a picture of my son. Her name is Nadine." Answer Mr. Zain.
"Why really? Rayyan knew?" Continue Mr. Zain.
"No, Sir. I just saw it. If you can tell, how old is he?" Ask Rayyan.
"19 years old, still in second semester." Java Pak Zain, Rayyan was a little surprised to hear that.
"19 years? Do you have a lover?" Ask Rayyan.
"Love? No. gabe. I never allowed my son to date. If there is a suitable man, it is better to apply directly." Obviously Mr. Zain. And it's like getting a breath of fresh air Rayyan heard it.
"Can I propose to him?" Rayyan asked carefully.
This time it was Mr. Zain's turn to be surprised.
"Rayyan wants to propose to my son?" Ask Mr. Zain as if he could not believe it.
"Yes, Sir. If Mr. Zain allows it, I would propose to your son." Rayyan answered with confidence.
"Jay, you don't know my son yet. Why would you suddenly propose?" Ask Mr. Zain astonished.
"I don't know my father yet, but I don't know suddenly there is a belief in me that Nadine is my soul mate.
As soon as I saw the picture, I felt something strange in me. Whether Mr. Zain wants to believe it or not, it looks like I've fallen in love just because I saw his picture." Rayyan answered honestly.
"Therefore, I asked Mr. Zain's permission to apply for Nadine." Rayyan stared inside Mr. Zain. There was no lie in his eyes. Mr. Zain seemed to think for a moment.
"Well, if that's the case, I'll allow Rayyan to propose to my son." Answer Mr. Zain.