My Boss Is My Hero

The extra part 7

Never give up when you are able to try again. No word ends until you stop trying” - Brian Dyson

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They enjoyed breakfast together, while chatting casually. After they finished their breakfast, they enjoyed their coffee which was already getting cold.

"What's Mr. Roy planning today?" ask Salman.

"If Mr. Salman doesn't mind, can we find Dafian's wife and daughter, Dafian's mother said leaving a will for me."

"Well, we can delay our return, I'll accompany Mr. Roy to look for them."

"Thank you very much ..."

"Don't be shy."

"Mom get me the address first ....!" Nani went into the room, and came back with a piece of paper that looked very shabby. Roy immediately took it from Nani's hands. He looked at that address.

"Sir Salman, do you recognize this area?" ask Roy to Salman. Salman immediately took the paper from Roy's hand.

"We can start the search, we can use the map" Salman said, looking at the paper.

"In that case, shouldn't we leave now, because we don't know how the field will be" Salman said.

"Yes, Mr. Salman is right, I'll take my bag first." Roy immediately went into the room that he stayed in last night, he took a small bag that he always carried everywhere, not to forget he also took the cellphone that he had cased since last night.

Roy comes back out, he says goodbye to Nani, his mother.

"You're going back here, aren't you?" asked Nani softly, it looks so heavy to release his son.

"Yes mother, we will definitely return, we will bring mother to Jakarta" said Roy to calm his mother.

"Yes your mother's blessing, be careful on the road."

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Roy and Salman returned to the search, searching only with a piece of paper containing an address and an internet network.

They had to travel up to three hours from downtown Samarinda to a village in the paper. The internet network has disappeared. Now they just rely on that paper and many times have to go down to ask the passerby.

The streets were not as smooth as they were in the city center. Now they have to pass through the paved road that has been hollow here and there, with stones that accentuate each other.

After so many people were questioned, they finally came to a house that looked more like a hut.

"Excuse me .....!" roy said knocking on the closed door, it was almost out of its hinges.

"Sir Roy, it looks like the house is empty" Salman said.

"Yes ....!"

Then walk in front of them. A mother carrying her baby.

"Sorry ..., may we ask?" Salman immediately approached the woman.

"Yes sir, what's wrong?"

"Where is the owner of this house?"

"Mother Goddess?"

"Yes...!"

"Usually, if it's this hour, you're the Goddess in the field, sir."

"His daughter?"

"His daughter's in town, she says her daughter's in college. But if it's a Saturday like this, his daughter must have gone home sir. oh... it's his daughter ...!" she said, pointing to a girl who had just gotten off her bike.

"Who's bi?" ask the girl as she approaches them.

"They're looking for your mother."

"Mother ....?"

Their appearance seems like a rich man, who are they, are they one of the debt collectors? Inner the girl.

"Sorry gentlemen, if you come here just to collect my father's debt, I hope you leave here, it will be of no use. Can't you see, our house is rickety, how we can pay the debt." The girl looked so angry.

"Sorry, that's not what we came for." Salman tried to explain.

"A lot of people talk like that, so please! Get out of here, don't disturb our lives anymore" said the girl, clutching her hands in front of her chest.

Toy was still at the door and just saw him. He immediately approached Salman and the girl.

"Sorry son, right ..., our arrival is not to collect debt" said Roy.

The girl turned her gaze. The gaze that was originally so sharp and full of anger, instantly changed when he saw Roy.

"Mr .....!" the girl's words were stuck in the throat.

They were startled again by the arrival of someone, someone looked so shocked that all his luggage fell to the ground.

"Mas Dafian .....!"

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After coming out of his surprise. Salman and Roy entered.

"Drink ...." The goddess put two glasses of tea on the table.

"Sit madam!" salman's Order. The goddess and her daughter were sitting in rows on a wooden chair that looked almost weathered.

"Who are y'all? And why does your face look like my late husband?" ask Goddess.

"Let Mr. Roy explain, please Mr. Roy" said Salman.he asked Roy to explain himself.

Roy positioned himself, preparing to explain.

"So we came from Jakarta. Our purpose for coming here was to find my twin brother."

"Twin brother?" the girl looked impatient. The goddess immediately took her daughter's hand. Ask him to shut up first.

"Until here, it turns out I got news that my twin brother is dead. I met my mother, she told me that she left a will for me, which is why I came here."

"So you're my husband's twin brother?" ask Goddess.

"If your husband is Dafian Wijaya, yes because I am Roy Wijaya."

"After knowing that I'm your twin sister's wife, then what will you do?"

"I came here to see the will" Roy said firmly.

"Mother keep a will?" ask the daughter to the goddess.

"Yes son, but I never opened it, I was too afraid, if the will was about your father's debts, I couldn't pay it. So the mother chose to leave the city and live here" said the Goddess with tears that decompose.

"Can we see it, ma'am?" ask Salman.

"Alright let me get it first" said the Goddess and left them. And before long he came back with a big envelope, it looked shabby and dusty.

"Sorry .., the envelope is dusty, because I keep it on top of the closet" said Dewi while removing the dust stuck in the envelope.

After cleaner, Dewi finally handed the envelope to Roy. Roy flipped through the envelope that was still tightly stuck. It is clear that the envelope was never opened.

Roy opened the tape. Inside was a piece of paper, with great care Roy opened it.

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**The most basic and powerful way to connect with others is by listening. Just Listen. Perhaps the most important thing we can give to others is our attention” - Rachel Naomi Remen

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