Not Just a Dream
Officially opened

Bagas. Almost five minutes in duration his eyes did not blink, stunned at the figure of Renata standing in front of the door. The girl looked graceful, her face was clear. The clothes used perfected her above-average beauty. 

Renata wearing a Coat dress paired with material pants. He seems very trendy and also smart, certainly fashionable. Hair remains long. This time wearing accessories that are a little excessive, such as necklaces and long earrings as well as hairpins on the right. 

"Mas, I'm weird, huh?"

Renata looked down at her own appearance. Unconfident and impressed.

"No! You're so pretty, who bought you clothes?" tanya Bagas was curious, because before Renata had never worn such clothes, and this was the first time he wore formal clothes. 

"Amara's mother and aunt chose, they both conspired to buy me clothes." 

"Call mama, soon she'll be your parents too." 

Bagas grabbed Renata's hand. The two of them came down from the apartment hand in hand. 

As Renata said, today he will officially open his cafe and gallery, on the first day there will be several small events. 

"Who, which Mom and Dad, didn't you come here with them?"

Renata looked back, it turned out that the seat at the back was completely empty. 

"Mama and aunt are gone." 

Forced Renata to go alone with Bagas. Along the way, he received various temptations from Bagas who lately was very ignorant. 

Thirty minutes passed, now Bagas car has arrived in front of a luxury cafe owned by Renata. Some waitresses welcomed their arrival. Although it had only officially opened today, Renata had already prepared everything, including some servants. 

"Good morning, Mom. My name is Rita, one of the employees here."

"Thank you for joining, may you work with me." 

After meeting all the officers. Renata and Bagas go in to meet the other guests. 

"Good morning, dear." Bu Nurmala hugged Renata, breaking her longs, three nights apart making the middle-aged woman lonely. 

"At first, Mom, how's it going?" ask Renata. Because he was busy, he did not have time to contact his adoptive mother. 

"Good, but it'd be better if you went home." Compassionate and hopeful. 

"I'll stay at home sometime, but for now I can't."

"August, Aunt."

"Morning aunt" Bagas protested. He did not accept the call that Renata pinned to his mother. 

"Morning, Ma." Bagas gave an example in a loud voice, to make how many people laugh. 

For some reason, Renata is still awkward if they have to call it in public, because they are not married and sound a little strange. 

"Pa—morning, Ma." said Renata disjointedly, a little nervous as everyone watched her. 

"In the morning, don't listen to Bagas, whatever you want to call, what matters is that you're comfortable."

The inauguration show is ready. Renata held the scissors and stood right behind the long-stretched ribbon. The two-meter high cake was waving to be cut. Yellow rice and several other dishes were lined up neatly waiting to be eaten. 

"Mas Derya, here!" Renata calls Derya to be near him, with Bagas and the others. 

This is not the time to be jealous. 

Bagas spoke in his heart. Not wanting to ruin Renata's current happy moment. 

Derya shook her head without a sound. He also did not want to interrupt the important event. If his presence used to be one of the completeness, now he is like a stranger in the eyes of the Bagas family.

"No papa Derya, just come here," added Bu Amara. Although Bagas and Derya's relationship is not good, he still behaves normally. 

Because, having obtained permission, Derya ventured to stand behind Bagas. 

Not at length, there are only how many greetings from the family and also Bagas. The last one is the word expression of Renata as the owner. 

It was just how Renata felt. His painful journey now bears sweet fruit. In the past, he was just a cleaning service that kept trampling his pride. However, as time went on, he was now flattered and praised. Almost everyone is aware of his existence as a painter. 

Renata stared one by one at the people present. Then stopped his gaze towards Bagas who was now at his side. 

"I just want to say thank you to everyone who helped me. Accompanying my every step, supporting, encouraging both energy and prayer. Take time for me. Thank you to the mother who gave me love and a place." Renata hugged Bu Nurmala. Wiping the tears that wet his cheeks. It was from this woman that Renata's career began.

"Thank you also to the mother who has given her son to help me." Renata hugged Amara. The mother of her fiance always prayed for Renata while in Japan. Freeing Bagas to always be on his side. 

"Thank you also for Derya who has been looking for this place." Pointing at Derya who was pecking behind him. "Sir Jerry prepared this show." 

When was I called? gerutu Bagas impatiently. 

"Last of all, I want to say a big thank you to my future husband. He was the only one who accepted me for who I was. Never demeaned me. He's the best to accompany my life."

"Bagas Bagas, here!" Renata waved her hand towards Bagas.  

Bagas stepped forward and was beside Renata. Stand in line and keep smiling. 

After the count of three, Bagas Bagas and Renata cut the ribbon as a form of opening the cafe. 

The sound of applause echoed as the ribbon was cut off. Renata hugged Bagas and again thanked him in a soft voice.

"I love you." 

Hearing that remark, Bagas was getting impatient and wanted to justify Renata as soon as possible. 

"Ma, can't you get married today?" The question of Bagas success makes everyone laugh. 

"No way, should be next month, waiting for uncle," refused Amara's mother. 

A luxury car stopped in front of the cafe gate. Opening the glass and staring at Renata from afar. A burly man put his cell phone in his ear. 

"I've found Renata's cafe, sir. What should I do?" he told the man behind the phone. 

"Let him enjoy his wealth for a moment. After that I myself will intervene, if he does not want to retreat. You guys just got it done." 

"Good, Sir."

After hearing the explanation from his boss, the man to close the windshield of his car and drove back, splitting the very crowded street.