Pitted Because of Will

DKW 67'S

"Is this really just 5 million per year of rent, Nis?" ask Wulan when they arrive at the house that became the new residence of his best friend.

The two-story house consisting of 2 main rooms, 2 guest rooms, living room, kitchen, and family room looks so luxurious. It can even be seen if the items in the house are expensive items.

"Yes. Mr. Angga said that because the owner actually does not need money. He just needs people to make this house," replied Nisa.

"Do you know the name of the owner?" it was the turn of the Goddess to ask.

Nisa shakes. "I forgot to ask that same Mr. Angga. Later if he comes here I ask you all to pay the rent," replied Nisa because she did not know who the owner of the luxury house.

"This type of house if we rent per year it usually costs above 10 million, Nis." The goddess spoke. "My office management has just moved into a new rented house, he said the annual rent is 15 million and I see the house is smaller than this."

The goddess followed Nisa's new residence.

"You're gonna live here by yourself, Nis?" it was Ratna's turn to ask.

"That's how it is, but maybe I'll find an art to help me" replied Nisa. He then sat on one of the sofas in the living room.

"That's what, Nis?" asked the Goddess when she saw Nisa putting the food container on the table.

"This is food from Mr. Angga, I had not had time to eat this because I had rushed to leave the hospital immediately. The food looked really good" replied Nisa.

"Do you want me to get an angelin?" ask Wulan.

"Oh yes, because I am hungry. But, is there a tool in the kitchen for manasin?" nisa replied while asking. He had forgotten to ask Angga about this.

"Let me take a look in the kitchen." Wulan left from there and looked for the existence of the kitchen. Not long after, he returned to the room.

"All the kitchen utensils are also complete, Nis. Here I get food from Pak Angga earlier!" Wulan took the food container that Nisa had placed on the table earlier. He then took the food to the kitchen to warm it up.

Not long after, Wulan had returned to the living room with the food already warmed.

"Here, eat!" get Wulan.

"Thank you, Lan. Finally I can enjoy this meal too" said Nisa. He began to enjoy the food with pleasure.

Nisa's three friends accompanied Nisa until the afternoon. The third left Nisa's new rented house at about five in the afternoon.

***

After coming from the hospital this morning, Bima immediately met his client at the restaurant to discuss a new cooperation contract because the previous cooperation contract had been completed. Unfortunately, Bima again had to swallow the disappointment of failing to cooperate with the company and the absence of Nisa was the reason of the company's leadership to reject the cooperation offered by Bima.

During the running of the company owned by her late father, the ideas of Nisa that managed to attract leaders from other companies to cooperate. Even after the risign, Nisa can lobby the company leaders over the phone.

Bima let out a long breath. Whether he has failed to cooperate with other companies and if this continues to happen sooner or later his company will certainly be destroyed.

"O Allah, is this a rebuke from You because I have offended Nisa?" inner Bima. He put the files for the meeting in his briefcase.

"I'm going to look for Nisa and apologize for all my mistakes. But what about Ayu? I can't possibly divorce her, especially now that she's pregnant with my son, too" Bima muttered again.

"Here you go, I better find Nisa first. Next business, let me think about it later."

Bima got up from her seat. While leaving the restaurant he accidentally met the son of his former father's personal lawyer named Cristian.

"Sir Cristian."

The two men shook hands with each other.

"How are you, John? He's still healthy, right?" Bima asked the news from his former lawyer.

"Lho, indeed Pak Bima does not know that papa is dead?" ask Cristian.

"When?" back Bima asked.

"Papa died one year after the death of his father Pak Bima," replied Cristian. "Yes, even though two years earlier papa still can not say anything because he had a stroke," he added.

"I mean Mr. Cristian, Mr. John had a stroke one year before papa died?"

"It's more or less like that" replied Cristian. "But, why did the look on Pak Bima's face suddenly change so? Is there something wrong with my answer, sir?"

"Ah, there's nothing. Sorry, if my reaction just made you feel strange," said Bima. "E... Then Mr. John is no longer a personal lawyer papa a year before papa died huh?"

"That's how it was, he had a stroke" replied Cristian.

"Attent." Bima took something from inside her briefcase.

"Sir Cristian, this is your papa's signature, right?" bima asked while pointing at a signature on a piece of paper.

Cristian took the paper and looked at it.

"It's similar, but it's not papa's signature" replied Cristian. Cristian then showed his papa's signature on the file he had.

The signature is similar, but if carefully considered there is a slight difference in the signature.

"What's wrong Pak Bima?" asked Cristian when he saw Bima like he was thinking.

"E... nothing," Bima replied then smiled.

"Then I say yes, sir. There's business with the client." After saying this, Cristian left the place.

*

During the return trip, Bima continued to think about the signature on the will of her late father which was allegedly fake.

"Why have I never thought of this possibility? Why don't I investigate the authenticity of the letter? Why would I be so excited just because I want to immediately complete papa's wish?" inner Bima. He sings out his carelessness.

"If the will is fake, could Ayu be behind all this? But for what?" Bima is back monologue.

Bima admitted when he came to Ayu's house and met the woman for the first time. He was immediately fascinated by the woman's look and had forgotten the existence of Nisa.

Especially when his mother Ayu asked him to marry his daughter, without much thought Bima immediately agreed.

"No! Surely Ayu was also the victim of that false will. I have to investigate this, I can't be rash in making a decision." Back Bima is insinuated.

"Sorry, sir, are we going home or to the hospital?" ask the driver who was driving the old gray lexus car.

"To the hospital. Take me to find Nisa."

"Good, sir."