Chapter 5. My name is Maharani

Bram, for a man named Bramantya Atmaja. He is my ex-husband. We were together from our college days, and made it official after getting our graduation. In my eyes, he's a special person. With a tall stature, a well body, although not too big, and slightly dark skin, it made him look cool at that time. He majored in Civil Engineering while I majored in Diploma Interior Design, was the perfect match.

Had a knowledge and determination, we started to open a business in Bali. It's a place we've always dreamed of. We can work and vacation every day. Sweet dreams for a new couple. Gradually but surely, our business began to grow. The happiness at that time was complete with the birth of my son, Wisnu Atmaja. The hope of being a wise boy is implied there.

Initially, our efforts still had no satisfactory income, to help financially I worked as a restaurant manager in this tourism centre. My experience in organizing really helped me. My career took off rapidly, within two years I had become the head of the branch in charge of Bali and Lombok regions.

We agreed to focus on our own business and my son who is starting to grow up. This is the reason I left my workplace and focused on helping Bram to manage his business

We were so happy. Bram and I are together every day.

Our business was growth, and Bram opened a new branch in Batam. He said there are friends who manage there so it won't bother my work in the office.

 It was true, I wasn’t bother with work in Batam, including my husband's business. He was there with the excuse that there is a project that requires him to be there often. Not just one or two days, he even didn't come home for a month.

That day. My world is upside down.

I received photos of Bram when he was married, when he was holding a baby and on family vacations. And, the photo next to it is not us. They look happy, Bram, a beautiful young woman and two toddlers. An anonymous sender, and when I contacted it was no longer active.

I don't need any explanation. At that time, Wisnu was already in the third grade of high school. He knew exactly what that meant.

My heart became frozen and died instantly.

On that very day, we--me and Wisnu--agreed to leave the house immediately.

My divorce is being handled by a lawyer, we don't want to see him again. I do not ask or demand anything from him. Go, as soon as possible, that's all I want!

I think Bram was never in my life.

He is dead in our hearts.

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