I'm marrying my husband
The Part 16

A bright morning.

Rama awoke from his sleep, his eyes were still closed, his consciousness had not yet been perfectly gathered.

One hand groped the bed next to him, he wanted to feel someone present there, wanting to hug. However, he felt nothing but a flat soft mattress.

''Honey, where are you?'' he murmured with his eyes still closed.

Then after a few seconds. He immediately sat on the bed with his eyes open slowly, his consciousness already gathered perfectly.

''Tasya, '' Rama watered with an uninspired face. As soon as he looked to the side, there was no sign of anyone sleeping there last night.

''It turns out everything is not a dream. You really have left me dear, leaving a very painful pain in the corner of the heart, said Rama in a hoarse voice. Her net was glazed as she recalled the events yesterday when she dropped the talaq to Tasya, she regretted doing that. If not urged by Juwita and his parents, it is impossible the word talak was spoken.

Long Rama sat on the bed, he daydreamed, his memory fixed on the past, the past full of struggle.

Yes, in order to get Tasya, Rama also had to oppose his parents. But now, all that struggle is in vain, because his mistake has brought other women among them, thus causing the destruction of their dreams that once promised to stay together, aging together.

''Stupid!'' rama shouted, then he threw a pillow against the wall to vent his frustration.

After being satisfied with the memory of the past, Rama took his phone lying on the nightstand, as soon as his phone lit up, many call notifications and incoming messages.

Juwita repeatedly contacted him, texted him, asking him to return to the hotel. Rama doesn't care about Juwita, as it turns out from 12 last night, the reminder on his phone keeps ringing aloud, a reminder he deliberately set so that he never forgets Tasya's birthday.

''Happy birthday dear. Mas long. Hope you can get back into Mas' arms. I really don't want you to get in touch with another man. I'm not willing, because you belong only to me. Until whenever you belong only to Mas!'' firmly Rama while staring at the screen of his phone that lights up showing a photo of Tasya that looks so graceful. He was only able to stare at the photo, because he could no longer send a message to Tasya, because Tasya had already blocked his number.

With Rama lethargic walking to the bathroom, he would clean himself up and return to the hotel. Rama can guess, Juwita must have complained to Mama and Papa about her not sleeping in the hotel last night. Rama was resigned if both his parents were angry with him.

And sure enough, at the Restaurant in the Hotel, Juwita's face was so moody, repeatedly she just flipped through the food on the plate in front of her, he had no appetite because Rama had neglected himself from last night.

''Dear, in eating dong, let you and the baby in your womb healthy, said Jeni, the mother-in-law.

''Makanya Jeng, nasehatin tuh Si Rama, so that he does not make Juwita upset and sad, if Rama continues this way, our grandchildren may grow unhealthy because his mother is unhappy. The legend said he wanted to have children, but could leave his own wife in the hotel room because he was still thinking about the barren woman named Tasya, said Santi, Mama Juwita.

''Forgive Rama Jeng's behavior, later I will advise him, said Jeni again.

After that there was no more conversation, all of them who were sitting around the round table ate their food in silence.

Jack, who also sat there, did not like to hear his mother say that Tasya was a barren woman. Because according to him the fate of someone in the future no one knows, maybe at this time Tasya can not contain, but somehow someday, if God has willed, anything will happen.

***

In a different place, after finishing breakfast with his parents, Tasya wanted to visit his boutique in the city center.

''If you have time, you play to Papa's company, you must start learning about the work in the company, because you are Papa's only child, you will replace Papa's next position Darling,'' said Andi. Now the three of them were standing on the terrace. Andi will leave for the company.

''Yes, Pa, '' Tasya replied briefly, as he realized, only he was a man that Papa could rely on. Tasya so regretted why the first Mama and her Papa did not give her a sister, a sibling who can be his friend deliberates and shares the task of managing the wealth of the parents who are not few.

''Yes, yes, then Papa left first. Today Papa assigned Jonas to accompany you, fearing that later Si Rama will meet you in the Boutique, said Andi again.

''Alright. Papa was also careful, Tasya greeted and kissed the back of his hand. Followed by her mother as well. After that the car carrying Andi slid off the yard.

Next it was Tasya's turn to greet her Mama's hand.

''Take care of yourself, baby, '' Bella said, and Tasya nodded. Then Tasya got into the car. Then the car rolled out of the yard to his boutique.

Upon arrival at the Boutique, Jonas also escapes from the car, as he must continue to make sure the young lady is safe. According to what Andi ordered.

''It's not usually like this! What's the matter? Mama people?'' tasya said in his heart.

But when Tasya was still amazed to see the atmosphere of the Boutique, Lala suddenly approached him, then Lala pulled Tasya's hand to go to the top floor. Tasya asked Lala, what's upstairs? But Lala did not answer.

Upon their arrival on the third floor which was partly still empty, Tasya was suddenly made so shocked and moved.

"Suprise . . .'' shouted the employees as well as a handsome man. The third floor room has been conjured into a room full of balloons and posters that say happy birthday Anastasya.

Tasya was still in place, Sean approached himself with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

''This is for you, happy birthday, may the days ahead happiness always give you a special woman and a special woman in my heart, '' Sean said without shame. He looked at Tasya.

All the surprises that exist are ideas from Sean, Sean is always trying to make Tasya feel happy.

Tasya receives a bouquet of flowers given by Sean, and then she kisses him.

''Thank you Sean, you were the best, '' said Tasya with a glazed net. He did not expect it turns out there are still many people who care and love him.

Sean gave a small nod, then he asked Tasya to blow out the candles on a large enough tart cake, on top of the cake there was not only a candle, but also a number 26, yes, tasya is now twenty-six years old.

Tasya blew out the candle feeling so happy, the hustle and bustle of employee voices could be heard singing happy birthday songs, the employees were already considered her like her own brothers, there was no boundary between them, there was no limit between them, because Tasya considers all humans the same. He does not choose to be friends.

Sean glanced at Jonas, Sean did not like to see Jonas who continued to follow Tasya. Sean was curious, who is Jonas? Because Sean doesn't know that Tasya has returned to his parents' house.

''Who is he?'' sean asked Tasya.

''Introduce, his name is Jonas, Papa's personal assistant,''

''Oh, so you've returned to your parents' house?''

''Yes, last night, '' said Tasya. Tasya then explained everything to Sean.

After that Tasya seemed busy with his employees. And just then, Sean and Jonas had a little chat.

''Let's compete healthy, '' said Jonas.

''What do you mean? So you like Tasya too?''

''Yes, who doesn't like women as beautiful and as good as Non Tasya,''

''Heh realize, you are just babu, you just call him Non, so do not dream to get it, said Sean.

Hearing that Jonas didn't reply anymore. He walked over to Tasya, and he stood on the right side of Tasya. Sean did not want to lose, Sean also went to Tasya, he stood on the left side of Tasya.

The two handsome men are ready to protect and guard Tasya.

Until coinciding with that as well, suddenly a man appeared before them.

That man is Rama.

Rama felt very jealous to see Tasya standing flanked by two more handsome dashing men.

''****! What the fuck!'' Rama muttered with teeth sounding chattering.

Seriate.