Not Just a Dream
Grandpa Liam

Regret infiltrated the smallest recesses of the heart when Bagas arrived in the land of sakura. Spring has arrived. Cherry blossoms adorn every route of the road to the hotel. Sometimes he looked at Renata who was busy photographing the flower from the car. Beautiful, but it would be more beautiful if he and Renata had become husband and wife. 

This was the first time Renata had set foot in that place. Almost his whole dream came true after meeting with Bu Nurmala and Bagas. It was as if fate had turned her life into a very lucky woman. 

"Honey," called Bagas cordially while lowering Renata's phone. Want more attention from someone important. 

Renata turned his head, looking at the face of Bagas who looked clear. There was currently no one more precious than the man who was by her side. 

"What's up, Mom. Tired?" asked Renata enthusiastically, sticking the back of his hand on Bagas' forehead. 

Bagas. Putting his head on Renata's shoulder. "Had we been married, today would have been the most beautiful day for us." 

His brain was traveling, imagining what would happen if they were officially a halal couple. Hotel beds are the main destination. Be a silent witness to his heat struggle. 

Renata clenched his lips, holding back laughter looking at Bagas' resigned face. His hand moved rubbing Bagas' sturdy cheeks, then rose combing the man's hair with his fingers. 

"Say you can have a honeymoon here. Take it easy" said Renata. 

Bagas snorted in annoyance and closed his eyes. 

The car stopped in front of a luxury hotel. Bagas went straight down and entered, followed by the waiter who helped carry his belongings. 

"Welcome, Mr. Bagas," said the hotel manager in front of the receptionist. 

Bagas smiled and shook hands. Received that warm welcome. His arrival is no longer foreign. Because, lately he also often came to Japan to expand his business. 

"Thank you, Mr. Akemi. I didn't expect this hotel to be so crowded."

As usual when meeting, the two joked, asking each other the news of the opponent. Moreover, Akemi, the man in front of her was not married. 

Akemi looked at Renata from top to bottom, beautiful and perfect, that was the word that was held in her heart, wanting to flatter fear of being considered presumptuous. 

"Sorry, Sir. Looks like the pair is different? Where's Mr Derya going?" cetus Akemi is curious. 

Bagas scratched at his non-itchy eyebrows, he could not possibly tell his slightly tenuous relationship. 

"This is my future wife, her name is Renata." Bagas switched the conversation, he did not want to discuss the person who now put a war flag on him. 

Renata cupped his hands together an introductory sign. Unlike Bagas who is fluent in foreign languages, Renata does not know anything, luckily there are still some people who use Indo and make it easier to communicate. 

"Please rest, sir! I have prepared a special room, may the Master and Lady be at home here." 

The two laughed before Bagas left the man. 

Upon arriving in the hallway, Bagas stopped his steps and grabbed Renata's hand until the two walked in parallel. 

"You want to go straight to sleep, what a walk."

Renata remembered the name of someone who had once spoken Bagas. The name that amazed him with all his skills and it was a success made Renata impatient to meet soon. 

"I want to see Mr. Liam, will you take me now?" 

"The gallery owner I told you about?"

Hmmmm

Bagas stopped his steps in front of the room he ordered and looked at the hopeful Renata. 

"By his name is Liam Nicholas. He's a famous painter who owns the largest gallery in the city. He also accommodated hundreds of people who wanted to learn painting for free."

Deg 

Renata lowered his head. Hiding a face that fades back remembering the father. 

"I go in first" said Renata as she opened the door. After closing the door, Renata sat on the edge of the bed, opened the bag and took a worn-out photo from there. 

"Dad, Mom, I miss you guys. Do you know, it turns out that in Japan there are also people whose names look like fathers. Just different first name. May father and mother have a wonderful place by God's side."

Renata keeps the memories back, he does not want to dissolve in deep sadness. Take off the jacket wrapped in his body and go to the bathroom to clean himself. 

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

Renata stared at the luxurious house in front of him, a sturdy building with three floors that was like a palace. Many guards passed by in the courtyard and beside the house. 

"This is Mr Liam's house?" ask Renata to Bagas. His eyes focused on the wide open door of the house. 

"Yes. Look, it's a painting worth a billion rupiah." Bagas pointed to a painting on the side of the front door. "Inside there are many more that are more expensive and beautiful." 

Renata is increasingly curious about the face of the owner of the Nicholas clan. 

Bagas holding Renata fingers. The two entered and directly followed the footsteps of the servant there. 

"Let's just call grandpa" whispered Bagas in Renata's ear. 

"Why did you know him?" Renata asked back in a whisper. 

"I've known him, he was my teacher when I was in college here." 

"Please, Master!" The waiter invited Bagas and Renata into a room in front of him. 

Tok tok tok tok 

Bagas knocked on the door that was already wide open. 

The chair faces the window. Back to Bagas and Renata who are in the doorway. 

"Just enter the young man" said the voice behind the chair. Although not seen, Bagas already knew it was the voice of Liam Nicholas. Unmatched rich businessman. 

It turns out that he can speak Indo, kereeen, praise Renata in his heart. 

"Grandfather, I brought my future wife here, she's a painter and wants to meet up with, Grandpa."

The man called Grandfather turned and turned his body, looked at Bagas' face, then switched Renata. 

Bagas bowed, as did Renata who followed him. 

Renata's heart was racing again. Looking at Grandfather Liam, he looked at the figure of the father standing in front of him.

She's beautiful, just like Naomi. Unfortunately, she is barren and has no children. 

Silent

Grandpa Liam was still staring at Renata, and vice versa. Like there is a flow that makes both of them can not turn away. 

"Sir.." Bagas' voice breaks Grandpa Liam and Renata's daydream. 

"Yes, please sit down." Grandpa Liam looks nervous. 

Reno, Naomi, where you are, I have forgiven you and Naomi, if you remember me, go home son. I've already approved you. 

Clear roundness drenched over Grandpa Liam's wrinkled cheeks. Regret continues to haunt her life when she remembers what she once did to her only child.