Episode 15

Satria and Dinda were now sitting in their grandmother's room; she had intentionally summoned them. She had something crucial to convey to both Satria and Dinda regarding the family business.

"Satria, I know it might have been too harsh of me five years ago to discipline you the way I did, pulling all your privileges and leaving you to fend for yourself with only 300,000 in your pocket. All of that wasn't easy for you, I realize, but back then, I had faith you'd navigate through my punishment and find a life partner who would accept you as you are," the grandmother reminisced.

She paused, then turned her gaze to Dinda, smiling warmly at her granddaughter-in-law.

"Dinda, are you happy living with my grandson?" she asked earnestly.

"Alhamdulillah, I've been happy in my marriage to Satria, grandma. I was even surprised to learn that Satria is so wealthy. I fear I may not be worthy to stand by his side," Dinda replied, uncertain.

The grandmother gently ruffled Dinda's hair, observing sincerity in her. She knew well that Dinda was a good woman, one who was not demanding.

"I'm grateful to you, grandma, for through your guidance, I found my lifelong companion, god willing, my partner for this life and hereafter," Satria expressed with gratitude.

"Amen," they uttered in unison.

"Now, I would like you to stay here in this house. I'm getting old, and I feel lonely. I hope you'd agree to live with me," the grandmother asked, filled with hope.

Satria and Dinda exchanged looks; neither wanted to make such a decision alone. Satria needed to discuss it with his wife, just as Dinda felt she must follow where her husband led. Yet, she also worried about her father's health.

"Grandma, I apologize, but for now, I can't stay here. However, I promise to visit frequently. My father has recently undergone surgery and he still can't undertake any strenuous activity. I will stay here once his condition stabilizes," said Dinda while gently holding her grandmother's hand.

The grandmother didn't insist, respecting Dinda's decision. She understood the situation, knowing it was only Dinda and Satria who cared for her father, as the other relatives remained distant.

"Yes, dear. I understand your situation," replied the grandmother tenderly.

Their conversation then shifted to the company issues.

"Satria! Surely you've been informed about the company by Indra? I hope you can resolve the current problems, and avert any bankruptcy caused by those small-time schemers. You should return to the company immediately; I've waived the last month of your punishment," the grandmother said plainly.

"Aren't you scared to trust me with the company again, Grandma? Aren't you worried I might waste my fortunes as before?" Satria teased her lightly.

"If you dare do that again, I will take away Dinda to a place where you will never find her," the grandmother warned Satria with a firm tone.

Satria gulped; he knew his grandmother was strict and never joked about her words.

"Rather than losing Dinda, I would prefer to lose all my assets," Satria stated seriously.

Upon hearing this, Dinda's heart fluttered; she hadn't anticipated such a declaration—to her husband, poverty was preferable to losing her.

"Dear, please accept Grandma's offer. After all, the company needs you. You shouldn't always leave it in others' hands. Rise and expand the company with your ideas," she urged.

Satria nodded, embracing both Dinda and his grandmother. Both women held the same esteemed place in his heart. About his mother? Satria knew nothing; he was abandoned as an infant by his birth mother, whose whereabouts were now unknown. Having lost his father in third grade, it was Grandma Mirna who raised him.

"Alright, grandma, I'll return to the company next week," Satria declared confidently.

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"Wonder whose restaurant this is, dear? It's not open yet, is it new?" Dinda inquired, puzzled as to why Satria had brought her to a site under preparation.

Before returning to their rented home, Satria had taken Dinda out to see her dream restaurant's building, currently 80% complete and due to finish in a few days. Satria had organized everything, from selecting the workforce to preparing three skilled chefs who would oversee the culinary side, with Dinda still involved in the kitchen to prepare her signature dishes.

"This is your restaurant, my love," Satria replied casually.

"What? A restaurant, mine? Don't joke, I only asked for a simple eatery, not a huge establishment like this. Moreover, is my cooking even fit to be sold in such an upscale place?" Dinda wondered in amazement at her husband.

"Don't worry, my love. This restaurant will offer various homemade fresh menus, and you'll definitely be part of the kitchen team along with the three talented chefs. If you get tired, you can always rest or take a break in your own office," Satria assured her.

"Alright, I'll go along with everything you've prepared. I'm thrilled and happy that my dream to have a small eatery has not only been realized, it's become a restaurant," said Dinda, beaming with joy.

Contented from exploring their business venture, Dinda and Satria headed back in his luxurious car, which he had driven himself deliberately.

"Wow, that's a beautiful car, Dinda. Whose is it?" Rena asked, having happened to pass by Dinda's house.

"It's my husband's," Dinda replied truthfully.

Rena just laughed at them, continuing to mock both Dinda and Satria.

"Don't be delusional, Dinda. Maybe you're a driver now, and this car belongs to your employer. That makes sense since you stopped selling es cendol; I heard from Mr. Marno that you've sold your cendol cart. No wonder you've got a new job," Rena scoffed at Satria.

"Think whatever you like. By the way, how's your father? He keeps asking when you'll come home, it's giving me such a headache," Rena grumbled irritably.