A Friend from Malaysia

Letter from Salim Gunawan

The sound of a loud explosion that occurred in the house of the Nirwan family, making the occupants, especially the workers there suddenly scattered out of their respective rooms. Melisa was no exception to her own.Melisa immediately sped out wanting to know what situation was going on outside after the mess she made.

Sonia in the room was shocked to death. He still had time to see suspicious hiccups from Mr.'s foster nurse. That was before the explosion. From her frenzied behavior behind the door, Sonia could feel that she was preparing to wait for something that seemed so big. And it seemed like that explosion was what the woman had been waiting for.

From the corridor that was approximately 10 meters away, Melisa had seen a red fire that was blazing from the direction of the kitchen. The maids in the house until the driver, the gardener ran to and fro trying to help put out the fire in the kitchen so as not to extend to the front. Electricity was immediately extinguished from the main meter so that the fire, which was like burning electrical cables in the kitchen, did not spread everywhere.

"Sir!!! Mister??? Master dimane??!Help u!! Kemane Master Yahya??!" he hoped someone would answer his question. Everyone was busy putting out the fire. Forgetting their great master.

Tengku's personal assistant Yahya Nirwan who also lives in the house is busy looking for his master. He broke into the old man's room, but could not find it there. Until finally when he entered the workspace with the help of a flashlight on his phone, the man found the leader of the company N-one Grocery had been sprawled down on the floor from his work chair. Apparently the sound of the explosion, made Tengku Yahya Nirwan feel shock and unconscious.

"Master Yahya, wake up!Master!!!" call him.

Unable to resuscitate Yahya, the man finally came out and looked for someone to help him lift the old man up. It did not escape the observation of Melisa who looked at the movements of the people from the dim light of the fire.

Tengku Yahya Nirwan was immediately carried by his assistant and one of the house securty to the car to be rushed to the hospital. There were no other things to think about other than saving the important man.

The conditions at that time were of course very favorable for Melisa, she immediately entered the office of the President Director of N-one. As an older man who is no longer strong enough to back and forth N-one - home every day, Tengku Yahya Nirwan is deliberately making his own work space in his home to be able to monitor the mobility of N-one from home.

In the darkness, Melisa closed the door of the room and turned on the flashlight that was on her phone. Not wanting to waste time, the girl immediately searched for anything that could be used as a guide by Mr. Y to recover the spoils from Yolanda's yacht.

"Dimane's old man kire-kire hide the treasure? How can I know what to look for when I don't know what real treasure is missing?" his grunts while muttering.

Melisa searches from the desk drawer, bookcase, glass cabinet to behind the picture frame on the wall who knows there is a secret safe as she often sees in action films on television.

Actually if Melisa decided to search the entire room, maybe she still had the possibility to find clues, but Melisa realized there was not much time. It could be that if the fire in the kitchen does not go out, then they will call the fire department immediately. And that means this house will no longer be deserted. While he still needed to check again the old man's room.

Thinking of all that, Melisa decides to move into the old man's room to carry out her mission. And broadly speaking he could conclude that what he wanted to find out was not in Tengku Yahya Nirwan's private workspace.

After being outside Atok Yahya's workspace, Melisa had passed two people who were shoved out while calling Zubaidah.

"Master, kitchen fire. Saye doesn't even know what happened. All of them were busy pouring fire" the man reported in the darkness.

Melisa could guess, maybe it was one of the household assistants there. If this news had reached Zubaidah's ears, surely soon Inspiration and other family members might have arrived here, and it would have made it difficult to carry out the mission. This opportunity will not always come twice. Melissa has to move fast.

The old-fashioned room was neat with the tattoos, making Melisa must be careful every touch the goods, afraid that if she was careless the owner of the goods later will realize there is someone touching her stuff.

From the nightstand drawer, under the pillow, to the bottom of the cotton mattress that is now rarely used by the person, did not escape the examination Melisa. Until when she checked two cabinets with each of the 2 doors lined up close, Melisa found in the drawer in the closet a pile of letters that seemed to have been inedible for a long time.

Although only with the light of the cell phone flashlight, Melisa could see yellowish patches on the paper and the envelope of the letter. Soon Melisa opened one of those letters. On the back paper of the envelope, the name of the sender Salim Gunawan with the shipping address from Jakarta postmark.

Jakarta, December 12, 1982

To my best friend Tengku Yahya Nirwan.

Well, how have you been since then? I hope your news is always healthy nothing less. Our long distance now makes it difficult for me to connect with you, my friend.

Oh right, along with my question asking how you are doing, you must also be very curious about how I am currently doing, right? Don't worry, the cut on the back was almost healed thanks to your care at that time, my friend.

Yahya, besides wanting to ask you about your news, I actually also want to ask you something about the chest containing the treasure. Ahhh, if we were close to each other how much easier it would be for us to discuss this. But because of the distance that was too far, and the financial limitations that were running out by the day, inevitably, I was forced to ask you this. Even though only by letter.

Yahya, what do you think if the contents in the crate we take and sell it to people who want to buy it? With that money we can build our own businesses and support our families.

Hahaha, you might think I'm greedy, but life is bitter, man? We have to see the reality. That guy seems to be dead anyway...

When she got there, Melisa stopped to read it for a moment. He could hear the sound of a car coming and the frantic screeches from Zubaedah.

Damnit damnit! He has to get out of here!

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Well, now the more exciting is not it, or the more boring?

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Oh, yes the author also wants to say. You read it already like watching a soap opera movie, right? wkw ... The author doesn't feel like a novel. Pansyama .... Haha ...