Club 21 is indeed solid team, feeling the same fate makes their relationship feel unique.The party was over, the guests took turns saying goodbye. Amelia and Wisnu has also gone home. Only Mr. Kusuma and I, gather with Club 21 group. It's like an unwritten rule, after the event there must be a special event for this club.With 21 members who are extremely busy, they still manage to find time for events like this. In fact, this is the opportunity they've been waiting for to let go of their routine and pretense.Daily life at the helm and a lot of responsibility took the honesty of their own. Not infrequently they have to look and act strong to protect those who are carried.The True Rich are not Crazy Rich, as they are called. They have because they have a business and work far above average. The glamor and luxury that surrounded them kept them imprisoned in public judgment. Who doesn't really know, how many thousands of people's destinies are borne on his shoulders.At Club 21, they

"Because the power my great name, all is well!" he answered with a haughty smile.That was the answer when I asked after a few minutes he confronted the officers."They even apologized. it turned out, they used to be security guards at our office. They were surprised when I came down and gave them a business card," he explained while slowly driving the car towards the house."This is history. A Kusuma was arrested by Securty!" Mr.Kusuma shouted while laughing out loud.Thank God, finally his emotions disappeared instantly because of the officer.He clasped my hand and held it with his left hand, while his right hand concentrated on the wheel."Mas Suma, don't do this, it's dangerous. Just concentrate on the road," I said, trying to pull my hand away. Not letting go even his grip was tightened."Let me hold your hand so that this heart is always calm. Stay here!" he said.He put a burden on his left thigh when his left hand had to shift the gears. After that, this hand back in his grip

"Horaaay! We're going to village!" Amelia shouted happily after hearing our plan to go to my village."Kak Wisnu, take me to the rice fields, OK? Amelia want to see the rice field plows!" she asked in a spoiled tone to Vishnu."Later we go to Grandma's chicken farm, who is Grandma, kak?" she asked again." Grandma Uti Sastro!" replied Wisnu.Sastro is the name of the father, he died several years ago. He used to be village chief in our village. Practically, everyone there knew and respect him.Mother lives at home accompanied by cousins.She was accompanied by many relatives. Almost the entire village still has family ties with us, And that’s why Wisnu calls it 'the village of a million grandparents', because he calls all parents there with grandparents.Seriously!Mother greeted with pleasure when last night I called her. I told her that we would come tomorrow and what its needs.After dawn, we set off. Mr. Kusuma, Amelia, Wisnu and me. Along the way Amelia and Wisnu kept telling sto

"Mas Suma, why? Ugly huh?" I asked doubtfully."You’re danger, Rani!" he said suddenly."It means?" I asked in surprise. I move my seat closer to him. I can't wait to know what he means."Apparently, if you are left alone, you can shot like an arrow. That's what I'm afraid of!"I no longer understand what is being said. He pulled my seat closer. Maybe my face shows my incomprehension."Look at this, you made something simple, but far beyond anyone's expectations. What's crazy is that it's not only beautiful but useful! Good job! This is Maharani that belong to Kusuma," he said as he hugged me tightly. Hmm, nothing happen yet, he added his name already.I smiled relieved to greet him. I hope my hard work pays off."Tomorrow, we will start the sample production. Is there enough time?" he whispered softly. Kissed my forehead gently. We smiled together, one step passed.When working accompanied by the loved ones it’s really makes more enthusiastic. Even more, got full support from him.Al

Pov. Maharani'Tring'[Mom, congrats. Wisnu is even more proud of mom][My friends keep their regards too][I love you, Mom]Incoming message from Wisnu to my mobile.'Tring'[Maharani, congratulations. Good luck]Incoming message from Jennifer. And, several similar messages from Sintha, Emilya and others."Your cell phone has been ringing all the time, Rani?" Mr. Kusuma asked me.We just finished eating together, just the two of us. Amelia had left for school this morning. And, for some reason Mr. Kusuma is still at home. He said, still want to accompany me."This is a message from Wisnu, Jennifer, and others. How come they know? I haven't even given them any news. How come, huh?" I asked back to him. Just last night, how come the announcement in the morning was already in an uproar."Maharani, honey. That's the name of power the internet. Even more, you brought an Indonesian name. Of course, it will be a trending topic. Who has sent congratulations? Bramantya too? Why didn't you say