Treasure, Throne, Renata
Among Rayendra's Story Choices

The breeze of the cold wind blew caressing the waving leaves with a gurgle. Sayup-sayup sound Sundanese gamelan music all over the room in this resort-style restaurant. The atmosphere of this Sundanese restaurant is designed with a rustic touch with interior design that is all made of bamboo. The atmosphere is calm and peaceful, away from the noise and the hustle and bustle of traffic.

The restaurant that has just been inaugurated by Mr. Hardian is still new. I love the concept of this resort-style restaurant. Mr. Hardian took us all to lunch after the briefing this morning. We chose to occupy a table in the gazebo so we could freely enjoy the view of the hills around us.

“ Ray, you guys just enjoy your lunch here. I want to see the client again at 2 pm “, said Mr. Hardian while stirring the young coconut on his desk.

“ Yes sir, later I would like to meet this restaurant manager first, I want a brief about the RENTZ application at Bamboo Hill Resto pak ”, I replied swiftly to Pak Hardian. He has hosted us at his new restaurant, now is the time for me to please him.

“ Well good it is !!!. You're just as Renata is good at his coordination. All presentations are the same client smoothly victorious if Renata is advanced. Keep ya”, said Mr. Hardian patted my shoulder. I smiled with pride, my frustration this morning was erased already. I feel like the universe found me with the right investors, a solid team and a great working partner. Renata is the person I am so good at right now.

I saw the figure of Renata from a distance, he was chatting with the staff of this Resto. That is the style of Renata that is supple, friendly and warm to everyone. Dimas and Angga were busy ordering lunch, Cintya and Nurul were still busy taking selfies in every corner of the restaurant, while our new marketing Fadli was arranging the table that we would occupy. I feel proud to have them, a solid team like this I can't waste. After Mr. Hardian ate his lunch menu, he paid to continue attending meetings with his clients. Finally, I can unwind for a moment in this place with the best people I have.

I got up from my seat and approached my men who were engrossed in selfie ria. Renata ran away to come to us to take pictures together. She stood beside me posing with her sweet smile. Curse Renata's shoulders and embrace her back, she brought her body closer and leaned her back against my chest. My body language and body seemed to be one frequency implying the signals of love.

“ cie....cieeee..Mas Ray same Mbak Rena more friendly nih”, seductive Nurul when found us embrace closely. I was embarrassed as well as Renata. I know it's a misplaced feeling, but I'm sure love will always come to the right person.

My men know that I have children and wives, and I often tell them about my children. But I'm tired of my home life. Only to them can I complain, spit out all my frustrations and look for another view on all my troubles. They can only support what I think is best for my career and my family. At the moment I am depressed, work problems accumulate to aggravate my financial condition.

Nurul is also a Single Mother of a son. He applied to RENTZ to support his son who has now entered elementary school. Before he worked at RENTZ, Nurul worked as an online taxi driver to support his son. She never relies on her ex-husband to leave her. Her ex-husband was remarried after they divorced, since then his son was not funded by his father. Nurul's persistence is greatly appreciated, which is why I accepted her to work at RENTZ. Apart from her good work performance, she is a tough woman that I have to love. Although she was far below my age, Nurul was quite mature in dealing with all the problems of her life.

The second person I used to confide in a lot was Fadli, he just joined our team one month ago. He's about 42 years old. A pretty good age for me to discuss. Fadli advised me to be frank with my wife about our problems. I did everything I could to talk to Rania, but the results were in vain. I don't want to discuss it at this time, Rania's content has been approaching the date of birth. I can't stress him out over our problems, even though I know I can't let this go anymore.

“ Kalo Mas Ray already cape the same Rania yes better decide immediately mas, work performance mas Ray ga will be optimal, the work is not finished, the impact will be to economic conditions as well. Kasian is the son of Mas Ray if his father is not healthy born and his mind”, advice Fadli when I confide in the midst of my turmoil.

“ Falling in love is grace, love is God's gift. Maybe Ray had to meet with Rena first in order to take a stance. Try if there is no Rena, maybe Mas Ray is still shackled in unhealthy household ties”, he exclaimed wisely.

Fadli's words I still remember today. That's what makes me sure that my love for Renata is indeed a gift that I should be grateful for. Renata's warm welcome signifies that the universe has supported and sided with us. Although from the bottom of my heart, everything about Rania still I can't get rid of. Especially soon she will give birth, the presence of my third child continues to worry me.

Renata rested her head on my shoulder as I was concentrating on driving the car on the way to the apartment. I rubbed his hair and gently tucked his forehead. Lunch with the team this afternoon treated all the fatigue I felt. The existence of this woman beside me always inflames my passion, my spirit and my confidence increase when with her. At the red light of the Pasupati bridge we stopped, I moved my music radio channel, heard a song that I was very familiar with.

Well I found a woman, strong than anyone I know

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her home

I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets

To carry love, to carry children of our own

We are still kids, but we're so in love

Fighting against all odds

I know we'll be alright this time

Darling, just hold my hand

My girl, I'll be your man

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful

I don't desire this, darling, you look perfect tonnage

Ed Sheeran's song Perfect is Rania's favorite. She used to karaoke in the car, right next to me if we were traveling together. Kila and Kica are also very upset with the lyrics, they know her mother really likes this song. My brain seemed to be trapped in the chant of the tone that was playing, as well as our car was stuck in traffic. At this time Jalan Cihampelas down so jammed, I don't know what. Scroll down the street to my left, we were stuck on the edge of a bakery that was no stranger to my memory. This bakery has a million stories, stories that I really don't remember anymore. But my memory seemed to spin and pull me when 8 years ago.

Yes, this Cihampelas Road was a silent witness when I met with Rania. An innocent, cheerful, and brave woman named Rania Chairunnisa. An only child who was far from spoiled, a woman who was very pleasant to talk to. After I got married and Rania became pregnant with her first child, Rania was still working in the area of Jl Setiabudi. The bakery was the meeting point when we got home from work. Sometimes Rania looked at the bread that was sold for half the price when she came home from work, she just looked at it without buying it. Every 25th after we paid, he bought a dozen loaves of bread to take home.

My car drove slowly about 1 meter away. Not far from the bakery there is a famous meatball and still crowded to this day. I remember we had a meal at the tavern when Rania was 5 months pregnant. Every time he came home from work he was very hungry, he wanted to eat acid. The meatball shop that has become a subscription for the artist we finally stop by, whatever I will give to Rania so that all her wishes are fulfilled.

My car is now driving towards Abdul Rivai's T-junction. There's a car repair shop there that keeps the story. When our first car broke down, I took my car to the garage. When my first child was born, Rania waited in the waiting room of the workshop while holding Kila. Sweat Kila until splashed, Rania patiently wiped her sweat and carried her walking outside the workshop.

All right on this road is full of Rania's story, until the song that is spinning is about Rania. Not realizing that my car was speeding faster, suddenly there was a motor overtaking from my right until I had to brake avoiding the motor that almost grazed and cut the lane right in front of me.

“ Maaaas, watch out for motor !!! “, screamed Renata while squeezing my arm. My body is limp, even though this mouth wants to swipe the motor that I almost hit. My hands got wet, I somehow felt restless.

“ You why the hell from earlier diem aja?”, asked Renata to me who had been silent before without a sound.

“Ga there's nothing Ren, only more if I have to go straight home. My son is sick he said”, I replied to the woman who looked upset beside me.

“ Oh you want to go home now? Kangen the same time your wife at home “, said Renata in a high tone and riled.

“ How come Ren, I told you my kids are sick. Why is it Rania?. I haven't seen Kila and Kica in a week, now they have a fever. I just want them”, I replied with a tone no less riled up to him.

“ Oh so now inget home again? Yesterday I did not want to go home, he said more comfortable with me. Trus now we almost died because you took home? You think I'm rest area what??? ”, scowl Renata while pointing at my face.

“ I came home because there are Ren children!!!. If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't want to go home. They ran me, they miss me!!!”, I said while continuing to step on the gas pedal on Padjadjaran street. I overtook some of the angkots in front of me, somehow my emotions changed drastically so quickly. I shouldn't have fought Renata, he didn't do anything wrong. Ah my head is dizzy, I also do not know who to be angry at.

“Ok is quite mas, I'm down here. I can find a taxi. You just turn the direction through the toll so that you can stop at home. Your beloved wife and child have been faithful waiting for you there”, he replied here while wiping his eyes. His face was red withstanding anger.

“Ren sorry, I don't mean to fight with you. I'm sorry, I'm just so nervous about the sudden ingetting of children. I seriously love you, I need you”, I said while trying to hold Renata's hand. Renata brushed off my hand, she brushed her hair while looking at the window.

“ Bullshit you love me if you still want home.Kids only alesan you only. Thank you for your concern with me, love me, have slept with me and the package you want to go back home. That’s fair enough for me”, said Renata who really hit me.

“ Hey. You said you love me too, accept me for who I am. I could have stayed with Rania, but did not stay with my children for your sake”, I snapped at the woman whose reddened face held in anger. I think he's really angry right now, the look in his eyes sharply signifies disappointment.

“ I have self-esteem Ray!!!. I don't want to be your mistress for long. Now you choose him or me!!!. Stop the car right now, before I shout out the window if you are a kidnapper”, Renata threatened while opening the window of my car.

I slowed down my car and docked to the shoulder. My head was dizzy, my palms were wet with cold sweat holding back the anger. No more words can come out of my mouth. I let Renata out of my car with emotion, her eyes swollen from our quarrel. My brain is frozen, I don't know what's wrong with me. I never imagined I could fight with Renata, even though we had just enjoyed our day together with laughter. In an instant, the joy disappeared just because the shadow of Rania crossed my mind. Suddenly I missed my children so much, they must have been waiting for me at home.