Love Chain
A letter from Nani
Now that it has been four months since Nani's departure as a personal secretary to Mr. Murjono, Tasya accepted the situation with great joy even Junita's mother Tasya also slowly recovered her health.
Arini has often accompanied the meeting of Mr. Charles and even now Arini is given a special task in archiving all matters of Citibank meetings at home and abroad.
Danur has become a great operational head of Maha Karya. Almost every month he held a conference call with the branch heads. Mr. Mur is very satisfied with Danur's work.
At one time on Saturday when a group of friends meeting was held in Yogyakarta, they were surprised by a whatsapp news that entered on Mr. Mur's phone.
The news came from someone named Sukendar in Cimahi.
Mr. Mur who was talking to Danur had a glance and saw a strange number that appeared.
"Good afternoon.is this Mr. Murjono Ali's phone number?"
Long Mr. Mur did not reply.he just looked and tried to remember whose number it was. Mr. Mur remembers the incident with Hari and Hendri Sukoco yesterday.
But he also replied..
"Good afternoon too, yes this is my own. Can anyone help?" inscribed.
Not long after he waited for an answer from the guard.
"I'm Sukendar sir from Cimahi, I'm a close brother of Burhan Supratman's family"
Dheg.jantung Pak Mur like stop beating, Burhan Supratman is the real father of Nani who used to live in Bandung.
What is?.
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Mr. Mur's fingers quiver.why did one of Nani's family contact him?
"Oh yeah.how can anyone be helped?"
"I'm sorry, sir, there's one sad news I need to tell you"
Mr. Mur ask permission for all those present to go to the toilet for a while. He immediately stood up and rushed into Priya's toilet.
In the toilet room, Mr. Mur immediately contacted the number..
"Hello.this is me Mr. Mur how.what's the matter?"
"Sorry to disturb you..Yesterday we were contacted by the police that Mr. Burhan's daughter named Nani had died" there was a sad voice over there.
"Huh!! How did that happen?"
"That's why I contact this number.because I found this number in Nani's pinsel stating that the father is the boss.the number is written 'Pak Murjono Bos'.
So I assume the father is the boss of Nani's tea"
"Yes Allah..It's true that I'm his former boss, but Nani was out of our company a while ago"
"I and the Bandung police tried to find out where Nani's tea worked, because they wanted to find out if there was a background to his death..And we tried one by one who we could contact..Finally we found this father's number"
"How did his death happen?" sela mr. Mur.
"The family also did not know that Nani tea was on the way home and also we did not know that he was not working in Jakarta anymore.but we have been contacted by the police.."
He was silent for a moment.
"Then what did the police say?" asked Mur confused.
"The first railway security officers found out that Nani's tea had died in the executive position..it turns out that Nani's tea was pronounced dead by suicide"
"O Allah, my Lord!" mr. Mur slightly shouted.
"After that we from the family buried in Bandung.why I contact the father because, I found a small envelope in a suitcase that happened not to be confiscated by the police..I dare not open it myself"
Mr. Mur trembled at the statement from Sukendar.
"Alright.tomorrow I will go to Bandung and I will take the envelope as well as I want to nyekar impeach him"
"Okay sir, I'll pick you up. If I could go to my house first. No 12 Jalan Kacapiring, Bandung. From my house I'll drop off Nani's tea cocktail"
"Oh gini only.my father picked up at the airport, later I use the nameplate"
"That's right, sip soon I will announce the arrival and boarding hours"
Finished talking Mr. Mur directly contact his travel tour subscription in Jakarta to prepare the morning plane to Bandung.
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A man of Danur's age stood among the crowd of pickers, Mr. Mur saw him wearing a card board plaque bearing his name.
"Sir Sukendar?" Ask Mur when he approaches.
"Oh yes sir I Sukendar"
"Okay, shall we go?"
Sukendar asked Mr. Mur to wait while he took his vehicle.
"Sorry.this is the envelope addressed to the father" Sukendar said while handing over an envelope.
Mr. Mur did not open it, he deliberately waited until later it was not with Sukendar.
"We're going to get caught right away, sir"
"Well.can we stop at the place where people sell flowers?"
Sukendar vehicle then glide Sirnaraga cemetery in the area of Cicendo.
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Beside the tomb where Nani was buried, Mr. Mur sat on a stone stuck in the ground.
He stared at the tombstone bearing the name Nani Supratman. Slowly his hand stroked the tombstone. If there was no Sukendar beside him, he would have shed his tears.
After reciting Al Fatehah and Yasin Pak Mur letter sprinkled red and white jasmine flowers.
"I will always remember you dear.Bet a quiet rest, forgive me for all this" he said in his heart.
Fifteen minutes later they left that night.
That day, Mr. Mur returned to Jakarta because of other important things that he had to finish and promised to return in the near future.
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On the plane to Jakarta, Mr. Mur still thinks about Nani..He regrets entering into Nani's life and establishing a special relationship with the girl.
He pulled the envelope he was holding on his pants.
It seems that Nani's handwriting is like a rush, not as usual that he always writes neatly.
My dear Mr. Murjono Ali,
You have let go of my love for you..
And I who have been blind do not heed the existence of a lofty mountain which hinders my love for you..
It turns out that what I have always feared in my life, that one day the mountain will erupt and bury my wishful thinking forever beside you, happened too.
Maybe this is what's best for me. I decided to leave forever by your side so that you could return to the lap of your beloved wife and child..
Let me go and let me go..However, you must remember that I have always loved and loved you..
Nani's.
At that time Mr. Mur really could not stand it anymore, he raised his palms and cried silently.
"Oh Allah, forgive me this" he whispered softly.
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