Treasure, Throne, Renata
Pursuing the Ambition of Rayendra's Story

I wanna be a billionaire so fuckin' bad

Buy all of the things I never had

Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine

Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen

Oh every time I close my eyes

I see my name in shining lights

A different city every night oh right

Swear the world better prepare

For when I'm a billionaire

I hummed a Bruno Mars song playing on the radio of the car I was driving. The clock shows at 16:00 WIB. The streets in TB Simatupang are currently jammed due to office hours. But this time all the traffic did not reduce my happiness. The satisfaction I have today I must celebrate. I just finished a meeting with Om Frans, he is my colleague and my place to ask for knowledge. Om Frans has many relations of famous officials and businessmen. Currently Om Frans is appointed as a Startup consultant who is now moldy in Indonesia.

I have been working for years in the field of technology. I am an IT person who has been struggling with digital products for a dozen years. I am also a visionary. A lot of people think I'm crazy, a lot of wild ideas in my brain that I have to make happen. Especially in this all-digital era everything must be based on technology, my losses are a lot to be able to gain windfall.

Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep

I heard the sound of the phone shakes I put on the dashboard of my car. Apparently I forgot to return the ring mode after the meeting just now. As soon as I got to the red light, I opened my phone and there were a lot of missed calls. Apparently my wife called me 5 times.

“ Hello mam, papa is still on Simatupang road. Will soon enter the toll in the direction of BSD”, I said as soon as the phone connected with someone who was waiting for me at home.

“ Thank God smoothly, the investors are interested in the proposal I made. Looks like a deal. Rejeki for the children mam “ sahutku while not being able to withstand the euphoria that I had previously held.

“ Alhamdulilllaaaaahhhh, seriously?. O Allah of Kila fortune, Kica same dede in the belly ni pap. Papa has not eaten yet, mama has masakin chicken yellow same egg balado favorite papa” exclaimed my wife who is no less excited to hear the good news from me.

“ Wow good tuh fried chicken equal eggs. Ready to leave again papa until home ya” I replied to the wife who has accompanied me for 8 years of marriage.

My wife is currently pregnant with our third child. It was never clear to us to have another child, until one day our second child asked for a sister on her birthday. I handed back to my wife if she could afford to have another child, considering she has been taking care of the children herself for 8 years.

My wife is very concerned with the development of children from health, education, growth and development to the model of clothes she wants to buy. Can not be too short, the color must be pastel not too flirty. I'd lose out on dealing with parenting style. Instead of making a fuss, I gave up, my job was to make a living and make sure my family's needs were met.

My children are sweet and obedient children. When my first child, he was a closed but intelligent boy. Academics at school I have no doubt about it. My wife is most excited to teach Kila because her son can learn without drama. Kica's my second child, she's a funny, humorous kid. The style of the plot, run here and there every day. He's 5 years old, but his cuteness is inexhaustible. They are my encouragement to continue the spirit of fortune-seeking. They're the kids I'm so proud of, the girls who wash away the fatigue once I get home from work all day.

I didn't feel like my car was in front of my house. The toll road is very smooth, I looked at my watch only 15 minutes from the JORR toll road to my house. I pushed my fence, and then I heard a distinctive screaming voice calling me.

“ papa pulaaaang, papa pulaaaaang, papa pulaaaaang “ screams my two children who are standing at the door. That kind of welcome I've definitely met every time I come home from work, unless I come home the night is sure the kids are fast asleep.

“ papaaaa, you come home fast now. I want to see the binoculars masterpiece I made at school pa “ welcome Kica my second child who is carrying a binocular-shaped masterpiece.

“ waaah, son of papa hebaaat. Here kiss the children papa “ said after I parked my car into the garage. I hugged my two beautiful daughters. Smelling like baby soap, apparently they just took a shower.

My wife came up to me with a drink, she offered me a big mug. “Congratulations papa, you are great” said my wife while hugging myself. I hugged my wife and kissed her cheek. Not to forget my wife's belly, her stomach is starting to look big.

“ Dede papa go home, thank God this is your fortune yes de” whisper me gently while kissing my wife's stomach.

We both smile. Kica took my hand, apparently she wanted to be carried. Kila didn't want to lose, she jumped on my back and I let them “lendotan” on my body while laughing out loud.