Not Just a Dream
Married plans

The day goes on. Renata and Bagas' relationship is getting closer and closer. Trust each other and keep the love intention that began to be built solidly. Romantic remarks are always engraved welcoming every eye-opening Renata. Bagas continued to present gentle treatment and make Renata comfortable, there was no reason to turn away from the manly man.

Several days Renata came to a gallery owned by a famous painter. There he learned more about the theory of painting as well as the overall needed if he wanted to create a perfect painting. 

Of course it was with the support of Bagas, Bu Nurmala and his future father-in-law, as well as Bagas' uncle who supported their relationship. 

For the umpteenth time Renata's cell phone rang. 

"Hello, Mas," said Renata warmly, as hot as the rays of the sun that began to rise. 

Bagas tilted his body. He refused to leave the house. A busy week taking care of a new project made him a little tired. 

"I'm kangen" said Bagas in a heavy voice. 

Renata took off the suitcase. He sat on the edge of the bed. Tomorrow is his departure to Japan with Bagas, and he prepares all his clothes that will be brought there. 

"Last night we met, we missed again" Renata said. 

"Honey," said Bagas, his voice getting heavier, his eyes closed again, but he could still hear Renata's voice across the phone. 

"After returning home from Japan, we got married, yes. I can't believe I keep going." From the tone of her voice, Renata knew that Bagas was serious, because it had already been spoken to him several times. 

"Yes, I don't want anything to happen to us before it's legal." 

The eyes that had felt heavy to open were now perfectly rounded. Renata's answer was able to awaken Bagas' spirit. 

"Want to?" tanya Bagas. 

"He'eem…"

Suppose they were in the same place, Bagas would have embraced Renata tightly. Seeing a red face. 

"Ma. Mama," cried Bagas as he opened the door to his room. Approaching Amara Bu who is busy preparing food at the dining table. 

"What the hell, just ngagetin." 

Ms. Amara seemed calm as she poured the white milk into the glass. 

"Ma, Renata has agreed, we will get married after returning from Japan."

Well, why should I tell Aunt Amara now anyway, just shy. 

Renata could hear Bagas chat with her mother, because their cell phone connection had not been cut off. 

"Really?" Amara's mom is no less serious. 

"Yes, Ma. If you don't believe, just ask her." Bagas thrust his cell phone in front of Amara. 

After talking with Bagas, now Renata indirectly faced with his future father-in-law. 

After explaining his plan at length, Bu Amara hugged his only son. 

"Finally you find a woman who is truly kind and sincere in love with you. Take good care of Renata, make her a lucky woman like papa who loves mama very much." Tears fell down Bu Amara's cheeks. He was overwhelmed to see the happiness of his son. She also remembered her husband's messages before he died. 

"Sure, Ma. Not only Renata, but Bagas will love you forever."

"How many days are you in Japan? Mama must miss you and Renata." 

"One week. After that I'll take care of the wedding." 

"Let mama and aunt Nurmala take care of it. Don't think about all that. Uncle must be home too."

On the other side

Renata kept clutching her flat object. It turned out that the decision to marry brought happiness to Amara, and certainly to Nurmala as well. 

Get out of bed and get out of the room. Weekend is boring, but Renata also does not want to disturb Bagas who unravels his fatigue today, not to mention tomorrow will go again with him. 

"Mom, I'm gonna go out for a second, okay, okay?" renata pleaded. 

"By dong, same Bagas, right," guessed Bu Nurmala. 

"No, Ma. Mas Bagas tired, pity him, I just want to buy necessities in the supermarket, fearing it will be bagas mas bagas."

Renata bought some light snacks and other necessities. Even though it really does not need to be purchased, still want to bring it.

A few chocolates and chips were already filling the driven trolley. 

"It seems like too much already," Renata muttered through some of the purchased food. 

Yet there was still one more one that wanted to be taken, and it was very important considering her who was currently coming by the moon. 

Renata looked up at something in the top row, his eyes turned to the left right, staring at some visitors who were picking products. Forced Renata to step on and raise one hand. 

Hew

Sighs long.

"It's hard to be too short." Complaining to yourself. 

"If Bagas were to come, I would not be in trouble." 

Renata tried to jump to reach for the object. However, his hands have not been able to touch the desired object. 

"Last, if it still does not arrive, I do not buy," he threatened on inanimate objects. 

Renata closed his eyes. Just like before, pinching with one hand raised, while the other hand holds to balance the body. 

While struggling expectantly, it finally fell into his hands. 

This really? The flowery heart of Renata could pick something up in a high place without the help of anyone else, he thought.

Instantly Renata surged in excitement and laughed in satisfaction. However, the laughter instantly dimmed when it saw someone who was pecking behind it. 

"Mas Derya, what's the mas here?" Shifting Derya's body, making sure that the man is not with Sena. 

"Help you." Derya pointed at the sanitary napkin in Renata's hands. 

"So Derya took it?" 

Renata smiled embarrassedly, surely Derya had witnessed her absurd behavior earlier. 

"When was Mas here?" ask Renata to investigate. 

"With the time you get in, I get out of the car."

"You're shopping a lot?" 

Derya stared one by one at Renata's groceries. 

"Yes, I just want to snack again." 

"Re, I'd like to talk to you, just for a second, it's about the painting you won that day." 

Renata lowered his head. Again the presence of Derya brought him in the past that he wanted to bury deeply. 

"It's okay, Mom. Let's just say that you won that race. 

"But, Re __" 

"Tomorrow I will take part in the race in Japan with Bagas. If you feel guilty, just pray for me to win that race, even if the odds are slim." 

"So you're in the race too, what a coincidence, so am I. When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow" Renata replied. 

"Why could it be a coincidence again, I also leave tomorrow morning."

Renata felt awkward for a long time. I have known a Derya for a long time. This was the first time Renata saw a smile from the corner of the man's lips. He did not think that Derya could also be nice to him. 

The person behind the shelf smiled after getting some pictures of Derya and Renata together. 

Don't expect you to live happily with Bagas.