Tough Widow
Meeting at the office

"Where are we going, Mas?" Ayu looked out the window. Make sure that it's not the way to his shophouse. 

"Today we're going to my office. There's a press conference with some media, and I'll introduce you publicly as my future wife."

Supposedly today Angga rest unwind, but because he got an impromptu call he must immediately come to fulfill their call. 

Ayu shook her head for a moment. "No need, Mas," Ayu refused with a blushing face. 

"Loh, why? Are you ashamed to be my future wife?" tanya Angga was suspicious. 

Ayu clucked in annoyance. Still Angga thinks wrong. "Not so, I'm afraid everyone is talking about us. Anyway I don't want to, period. Or our relationship ends here" he warned. 

Angga can't press anymore. He knew Ayu's current position. Although for him the woman is everything, not necessarily in the eyes of others. There must be many who think bad considering the widow and her age which is three years older than her. 

"Alright, Honey. I won't introduce you in public, but promise me that you'll keep me company from behind" Angga said expectantly. 

Ayu nodded in agreement. It was not difficult, even without being asked he would do it. 

The car that Angga was driving had already arrived in front of the gate. Ayu grew even more panicked when she saw dozens of reporters filling the front of Angga's office. 

"How is this, Mum? I don't want them to be suspicious" Ayu said in a panic. 

Angga stopped his car in the front parking lot. He smiled without opening the door. 

"This car is too bad to be driven by a businessman like me, so they won't know that I'm here" Angga said. 

Ayu rubbed her chest in relief. Several times people have said such things to him who has become a rich man. However, he did not heed their words and continued to wear them. 

"Then, how did you get inside?" ask Ayu later. 

Angga was silent, seemingly thinking hard to do that without them knowing. 

"You go down first, wait for me on the third floor. There is a small room with glass walls. You go in and sit there. Take a book or something, just pretend to relax. I'll be followed." 

Ayu nodded in agreement. He opened the car door and went down, while Angga remained inside while waiting for the right time to get out.

"Excuse me!" Ayu split the crowd very tightly. Then, go inside. Although a little confused, he finally found a place like the one Angga had said earlier. 

Ayu sat on the sofa and took the book according to the order of the future husband. Ignoring employees who whisper when they see it. 

The goose got off the car. He leaned towards the more luxurious car then tidied up his suit and stood up straight. 

He walked up to Riska who was also in the middle of working journalists. 

Just a few steps, journalists have been scattering to approach Angga. They jostled for the sake of being able to get a picture of the man. 

Although there is security on the left and right sides, he did not escape the pinch of those who were anxious with his good looks. 

"If you pinch again, I don't want to be interviewed," Angga threatened to wipe his cheeks that felt pain due to their naughty fingers. 

"Yes I have bought ya, sir," said one of the reporters with a sassy that made Angga furious, but he could not do anything. Can only avoid those who might do more. 

Angga entered a room not far from where Ayu was. 

Although they were hindered by the people on duty, Angga still could see his future wife clearly. 

"Thank you for the welcome, this is too much." Angga smilingly occupied the seat that was on the stage, while the side there were directors and also clients from overseas companies. Soon Mr. Louis followed because he would also give a special gift for the success of Anga who was able to complete his project well and on time. 

Although Ayu could not see Angga directly. He could see it from the screen on the television. His handsome face did not escape their glare in plain sight. 

Questions eventually flooded into Angga. They are enthusiastic about asking the key to success achieved as well as some tricks in order to complete the mission well.

"There are also women whose success exceeds me," Angga said in a straightforward voice. 

Ayu scrunched her forehead, without mentioning any name she already knew who was meant. 

Everyone looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. Wondering with the figure Angga meant. 

"Even he started the effort from zero. Thanks to his persistence, he was able to pass through so many and sharp obstacles. I'm sure you'll salute him more." Angga sipped a glass of water. 

"Who, Sir?" ask one of the curious women.

"His name is Ayu Lestari. He's a novelist. If you want to know more, please search on social media. His face is no longer foreign. Not only that, he also jumped into the world of trading. And the turnover is already huge." 

They flocked to open an account called Ayu Lestari. 

"Is this his account, sir?" A woman ventured forward and handed her phone to Angga. 

Ayu Lestari amateur writer. Anga read in his heart.

He scrolls down, there is not a single picture of the woman, but his three children are enough to provide evidence that it belongs to the prospective wife. 

"That's fine, but it's a pity the picture doesn't exist." 

"Well, what a pity." They look disappointed, even though from earlier already wanted to see a figure that is proud of an Angga. 

"When are you married, sir?" ask the next reporter. This cannot be left out in the press conference this time.

His handsome face and his well-established work. It must not have escaped a woman. 

Angga was silent for a moment staring at the camera fixedly. 

"I'll get married next week" Angga replied confidently. 

Ayu lowered her head. He could not have avoided when Angga had shown his seriousness to the public. 

"What now is your future wife coming, sir. Where is he?" ask the others. 

"Follow," answered Angga quickly. "He must have seen me here by now, but I'm sorry I couldn't introduce you, just pray for us to be given a smooth run until the wedding day comes." 

Again they were disappointed by Angga. 

"Please if you want to say something to your future wife, you. He'll be so happy and lucky." 

He put his lips in front of the microphone. 

"To my beloved future wife, thank you for waiting for me. I promise I'll take care of you until this body can't. I will accompany your life until we age together. I Love You's. Thank you for your time. Greetings of success." 

A boisterous applause accompanied as Angga stood up from his seat