Married Because of Ijbar

Chapters 2. Will and legacy

“When should you drive to school?”

Maula shook her head.

“Do not want school?”

Maula nodded.

“Just tomorrow school, yes. Play again with friends, let's not be sad continue.”

Khayru brought back Maula to her room to get ready as the lawyer would come to tell her important things.

“Now Mr. Suryadi and Kyai are coming here. You take a shower first, Brother wait outside.”

Maula did not understand why the lawyer came to her house, she did not want to ask why she had to come to see him.

Before long, the lawyer came with Mr. Kyai Abdurrahman. “It's good to see Mr. Kyai again and the lawyer. Please sit us while waiting for Maula, she is still in her room.”

Khayru went to the kitchen, asked Bik Sulis to make a drink and a little food and then sat back down.

He looked upstairs for a moment, right into the position Maula's room was in. “I have a little request on Mr. Kyai and the lawyer. Can I please say?” pinta Khayru, slow down.

“Please.”

“As long as it does not violate the rules.”

“I ...” While expressing at length what he wanted to convey, his eyes repeatedly stared upstairs. Worried that Maula would hear his words.

Kyai and the lawyer exchanged glances before finally agreeing to Khayru's request.

“Thank you very much. Excuse me for a moment, would you call Maula first in her room.” Khayru got out of her seat and knocked on the door of Maula's room. He opened the door a little while tilting his head.

“It's finished yet, Dek?” Because there was no law from inside, Khayru entered and went straight to the bathroom. He saw Maula who was wearing a towel limited to the chest, squatting playing water in the bathup.

“Kok, haven't had a shower? Our guests are waiting below.”

“Abang only who met them. Why am I talking to my parents?” Maula was still busy playing water with soap foam on it.

“Loh, who they want to meet right, you.” Khayru opened the towel wrapped around Maula's body and lifted the tiny body into the bath. “Udah fourth grade SD, can't shower yourself yet, huh?” muttered Khayru as she rolled up her sleeves then started rubbing Maula's body, starting from her hands.

“Who asked for a password?” The girl with shoulder-length hair and straight bangs turned her head and looked at Khayru's face sharply. “I can shower myself. For one year, no one bathed me,” kilahnya.

Khayru returned Maula's gaze while raising an eyebrow, then turned her face away. Back rubbing a small body that looks thinner than a year ago.

“Great,” murmured again. “This year you really rarely eat, yes?”

Maula splashed water on Khayru's face to stop her chattering. “Whispering mulu cake flies ijo.”

Khayru laughed as she turned her face away from the splash of water. Accelerate his movement. “Yes, let's finish the shower. Not polite make guests wait a long time.”

A few minutes later, Khayru returned to the living room in a slightly messy and wet shirt. His hand led the ogah-ogahan Maula to meet the guests. Even he did not want to sit down before Khayru pulled the body that was standing glued to his lap.

“Sorry, long wait. Please just start.”

“Good. We apologize in advance, as this relates to the contents of the will of the deceased. And the division of inheritance should be done as soon as possible.”

Before Mr. Zul died, he had already given ⅓ of his property to Khayru because of his status as only an adopted child, he would not get any inheritance other than the grant. However, his duties and responsibilities were quite heavy later on.

As her only daughter, she will inherit ½ from the rest of the previously granted property. While ½ more parts will be given to the Ashabah until they are found.

According to Mr. Zul's confession, His parents divorced before he died, the mother remarried in his homeland-Lombok. He has a daughter. However, its existence is unknown to date. They have been separated since Mr. Zul joined his father in Jakarta. So for a while, half of Mr. Zul's treasure was frozen until the search found a bright spot.

Then the lawyer read a will. It contained a request for Maula and Khayru that had been spoken orally and approved, then rewritten by her lawyer.

1.     After Mr. Zul died, Khayru was the only person most responsible for Maula.

2.     Before Maula was of legal age, the one responsible for managing her wealth was Khayru.

3.     Established friendships like Mr. Zul who always attended regular studies at the residence of Kyai Abdurrahman during his life.

In addition, there is one will that will be read later after the nineteen-year-old Maula.

“Until here, is this decision acceptable?” ask lawyers.

Khayru looked at Maula's face. “Where, Deck, can you accept papa's will?”

“Gak. I'm dizzy.” Maula's face did show that her head was empty at this moment.

“Maybe Maula is too small to understand things like this. Little by little we explain again after his age allows,” said the lawyer while re-cleaning the files on the table. He also handed over the deed of grant that had been passed and had strong legal force to Khayru.

“When you can come to us if there is anything you want to ask. Surely we will still meet often later in the day,” concluded Kyai closed the meeting today.

“Good. Thank you very much for your time Mr. Kyai and lawyer for today.”

After they left, Khayru looked at a letter called by the name ‘akta’ gift from her father.

Why would you give this much to an adopted child like me? I don't need any of this, Dad. I just want to spend more time with you guys.

There was also a letter that Mr. Zul left before he died.

Khayru my proud son .. there's not much you can give. One of the most precious treasures you have in this world, papa entrust you with Maula. Please take care of him. Fix his attitude.”

“Paaa ...,” wilt while rubbing eyes that start to water with the palm of his hand.

“Abang cry?” ask Maula.

“Abang only remembered when the first time mom and dad brought Brother to this house. My brother is sad because of the loss of his parents. Mama and papa were entertaining at the time.”

His mind wandered into the past seventeen years. It is still clear in memory when a disaster ravaged a city. Destroying the buildings of human creation. With one blow, God can change everything.

To be continue ....