My Boss Is My Hero

The extra part 8

"Give up everything you lost and go. It opens the door to new and better. The world is a test stream, don't stop taking it."

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"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.

But underneath it was also tucked another piece of paper in a different color. Roy opened the first letter.

WILLS

***I am signed below:

Name: Dafian Wijaya

Place, Date of Birth: Jakarta, September 11, 1970

Address: xxxxx

No KTP: xxxxxxx

To my children:

Davina Vianita's

With this letter I declare that I give some of my property to my child only wayang, namely:

The house I live in now,

Land that is next to the house

A plot of land located in xx area with an area of xx hectares.

If I am no longer there, with the provision of the property used, to solve all my debt problems, then I leave it entirely to my only daughter.

Thus this will I make, without any coercion at all from any party.

The Intuitive, the,

(Dafian Wijaya***)

"Daddy has land?" ask Davina the daughter of Dafian and Goddess.

"Mom also just found out now" said Dewi.

"Sir Roy, then what's the other one?" ask Salman.

Roy again unfolded the paper in blue, there is not a typewriting anymore, but a handwriting.

*Samarinda, 20/05/2017

To my dear wife, dear .... Goddess, you are the goddess of my life. I'm so mean to you, I've put a lot of hardship into your life. I'm sorry ..., I'm sorry, if time can be turned back, maybe I'll come back when we never met, and I'll avoid meeting you, too, so that there are no wounds there ....

I'm so sorry, you have to live like hell for twenty-five years with me ....

This Dafian of yours, the Dafian you have always been proud of ..., is like trash.

I'm sorry ....!

Know it? ever since I met you I felt I had a whole family, you gave me a beautiful daughter. But you know me, I'm not a person who can easily express feelings, but with your gentle word you teach me.

I would love to give you ease, happiness, I'm doing all this for you, you don't get mad ....

If I am gone, can you please accept my request? I hope you can, it's for you and our daughter.

I'm your husband who always scratches the wound in your heart......

Dafian Wijaya*

"Is that all?" ask Salman.

"Yes ....!" answer Roy. He looked confused, not a single word was on him.

"Dafian sir leave nothing else, other than this?" salman asked the Goddess. The Goddess seemed to be thinking. It's like going back in time, where she was last with her husband.

"Can you remember it?" salman asked impatiently.

"Yes ... I remember." said the Goddess after a long silence. "She gave me a box, and asked me to hand it over to someone who was going to look for it, or was that maybe you?" ask Goddess.

"Can I see the box?" ask Roy.

"Well ...., let me get you ..." The goddess rushed back into the room, which was only covered by a very shabby cloth. Before long he returned with a black box.

"This is the box..., sorry because I once opened it ..., there are only old objects so I am not interested in opening it again" said Dewi while putting the box right in front of Roy.

Roy took it and opened the cover. Roy looked at the pictures there.

Then there were some big Dafian photos.

And there are still other Dafian photos. Roy was so touched, he seemed to see a reflection of himself in Dafian. Roy's eyes seemed reddened to hold back his tears so as not to fall. He wanted to be able to hug his brother, even if only in photos.

After being satisfied to see the photos, Roy again found a piece of paper containing an address.

"Sir Salman, isn't this my address in Jakarta?" Roy showed Salman a piece of paper.

"Yes ..., Mr. Roy is right, how can Mr. Dafian have an address Mr. Roy?" ask Salman.

"I try to find other items." said Roy while looking for something in it.

"There's a ticket sir." Roy showed me back a plane ticket. Salman opened it immediately.

"It's been a long time, here the date and the year, this ticket was four years ago" Salman said, noting the plane ticket.

"Four years?" ask Goddess.

"Yes ....!" replied Salman.

"Four years, means right before Dafian in the verdict of kidney failure" said Dewi.

"Is there anything else Mr Roy?" ask Salman. Roy immediately looked for something that might give a clue.

Then his hand found some photos back.

"This photo of my two daughters is also here." Roy showed it to Salman."

"May I see that picture uncle?" ask the girl who had just been a spectator, she was Davina.

Salman also handed over photos of Ara and Nadin to Davina.

"They're beautiful uncle ..." said Davina.

"Yes they're uncle's daughter" Roy responded.

"Sir Roy is right, there may be something else we don't know yet" Salman said.

Roy went back to the box. And not long after he found an envelope. Roy took it.

"There's another envelope, Mr. Salman" Roy said.

"Open Mr. Roy, who knows where the lead is."

"Yes uncle, I was also curious, what it was .." said the girl who had been curious.

With great care Roy began to open it. There are three pieces of paper in it. Written at a different time. The time is long enough.

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"Don't be too hard on yourself, for the end result of all the affairs of this world has been established by God. If something is meant to get away from you, it will never come to you. But if he is destined to be with you, then you will not be able to run from him." - Umar bin Khattab

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