After Two Decades
Freed

On the way home, I was still chatting a few things to Jan. Things are light and not very important. It's natural, no matter where we are, there's always something to talk about. Whatever it is. However, among those trivial things there is one important thing that I have to convey. I thought of something. I've been thinking about this since we were in the past. Because what we found in the past is the reason I think about this. From the beginning I wanted to quickly convey it, but I undo my intentions. Refrained during our visit to Mr. Roy until it was over. And now that we are on our way home, then this is the most opportune moment.

"Jan," mulaiku. "If I have a request, can you grant it?"

"meaning?" Jan looked at me confused. He was driving the car, but occasionally looked at me.

"Maybe it's personal, but I really need you to make this request."

"That sounds so serious, mate," said Jan.

"It's serious, really serious."

"So?" Jan is getting impatient.

"I'm asking you to replace me as director!" my clear.

"HUH?" Jan slips.

I smiled meaningfully.

"How does that mean?"

"Since the beginning, I told you, '" I said. "I don't want this department. I never wanted to be a director of a company. Now, I'm the director all of a sudden. Even without my consent."

"But yesterday you said, you have to accept your destiny and blah-blah-blah ...."

"Yes, I used to think that because I felt there was no other way to avoid it. Not when we go to the past. I got the inspiration, Jan. After learning that you are Mr. Roy's biological son, then I have reason to relinquish my post. You're more deserving, you're his biological son, you're more deserving of this post."

"But buddy, you know I'm a police agent. And my duties are many, especially ...."

"You can," cut me. "You can be the director of Korp. Masadepan without giving up your post now. You can be both the most elite police agent and the richest owner of the company."

"Ren, but this is a big thing. Not a little and fooling around. It's about the leadership of a company that has the most impact on the world. And you're as easy as handing over your job as a little kid handing over a balloon to a friend. He said, 'I don't like these balloons. Well, just take it for you!' No, it can't be, buddy!"

"Can, buddy."

"Listen to me" Jan insisted this time. "You are the son of the original owner of this company. As for me, only the son of the one who gained power by taking the dirty way. Who do you think is more worthy?"

"Maybe I'll look decent. However, understand that I cannot accept this. I don't want to be a leader. I feel less free, I want to be released. You know, before I was the leader of the Anti-Conflict Timsus, but I constantly intervened for all affairs as if I were just a subordinate or a subordinate. Where my leadership is, while to the office I am lazy. I'd rather be released in the field. I really can't be a leader. So I beg you to accept my request. Replace me as director of the company. Don't say you can't! You are that ... What can't you?"

"But ...."

"Jan, I beg you this time. I rarely beg you!"

"Is being a director that terrible?"

"It's not terrible, but it's hard for me to accept. Please!"

"Give me time to think and weigh, buddy!" answer Jan.

"Alright, consider it well, Jan, but don't be long!"

"I should also talk about this with Fitri, pal. My wife needs to know, and this also needs her approval."

"All right, just calm down. Tonight we also discuss, I will be happy to visit your house and negotiate this together with Fitri."

"Don't!" Jan Strictly. He looked at me like he was looking at a cunning criminal. I myself just chuckled holding back the laughter.

"Don't you dare do that!" emphatically anyway. "Let me alone talk to Fitri. You don't interfere. I know, one of your special skills is inciting people, so I'm not gonna let you influence my wife."

"Hahaha," I spontaneously chuckled. "Geez, buddy. My job is not to incite people, just a little negotiation!"

"That's more or less," said my friend.

"All right, all right," I said. "Please discuss with your wife. And don't think too long."

"Renato, Renato," said Jan. "We're really weird, huh? Everywhere people are fighting for power until it involves violence. Lah, we're rejecting."

Our laughter broke out filling the cabin of this luxury car.

***

That night I was escorted Jan home. For the past four months, I have finally set foot here again. The house is starting to feel foreign. Even though there is not the slightest change, there is no furniture that shifts goods occasionally. Even my favorite motorcycle was gracefully parked in the garage—entah who returned it since at the airport yesterday—.

And after going as far away as possible, I finally came home. Back at home, enter accosted by Dhen. There's not much I do. I'm exhausted.

"Welcome back, Mr. Renato. How was your day?"

The house is quiet. Given that there are no residents here other than me, then this house was completely unkempt during my departure. I started to think that this house was too luxurious for me. The furniture is too expensive, the operating system is too sophisticated, the interior design is too dashing, and others start to feel useless. Is useless. This house is too expensive to leave for months. It is also too big to be inhabited alone. I'm starting to think this house doesn't suit me anymore. Too much, I should have chosen a simpler one.

The experience at Sabu Raijua has taught me a lot. This luxury is not necessary at all. So I decided to sell this house. Here's everything, except my bike. My decision is made, I'm going to sell this house. So, tonight I'm going to sleep, to sleep one last time in this house.

The next morning, I started the day by sending Hadni a message. Delivering some orders, directions, and tasks for him and the project he started working on. For a while today, I decided to take care of the office business online only. It is enough to send a message to Hadni, wait for a report from her, and then send another direction. So, I can freely take care of the sale of my house.

For me, selling a house is easy. With the power of social media, there is nothing difficult to do. Besides, I have a lot of acquaintances. Believe me not believe it, I have found a prospective buyer before noon arrives. And fortunately not a distant person, still within the domicile of this city as well. So, the prospective buyer is easy to come and check the condition of the house he will buy.

The business went well. After finishing looking around the outside and inside of this house, starting from the design, room and rooms, furniture, complementary technology, security systems, and others, the prospective buyer makes his decision. Agree with me to take ownership of this house, with the price slightly down from the price I had originally applied for. I don't really care what the price is, the important thing is that this house is sold and I'm moving out. So we reached an agreement, the ownership of the house moved. Our mail business was done that day. Payment is also paid directly through online transfer. I can finally feel relieved. I finally left that luxury, and my uncomfortable soul was liberated.

In the afternoon, I left my former home. Riding a favorite motorcycle, carrying a suitcase full of clothes— which is a favorite outfit as well. Actually it's kind of weird, I sold my house first before I bought a new house I was going to live in. Now my house is doing well, and I'm driving through the streets as a homeless man. It's a little tickling, but I'm sure I'll find a new home before nightfall.

From noon until late afternoon, I spent it touring the city. Stay in various foundations, humanitarian organizations, and orphanages. Donate money from the sale of my house. Then continue around the city, until my last stop. The north coast of the city, the coast. There was a simple house there. I have many acquaintances all over the city. Including property businessmen, I know many important people from them. And I've known for a long time that there was one acquaintance of mine who offered a property building in the form of a simple house on the beach. When I was about to move house, the first thing that came to my mind was this beach house. So, I called my acquaintance to make sure that the house I was looking for was still there and had not been bought by anyone else. And, that's it, I've arrived here this afternoon.

I chose this house, because of its simplicity. 107 square meters as its size makes this house more appropriately called a house that carries a minimalist theme. Floor tiles with glistening marble, but walled boards. There is no advanced technology like the screen on the wall and so on, there is only television and wi-fi connection. This type of home buyers are usually middle class people, because the price is very affordable. If I count, the price of this house is no more than a quarter of the price of my old house. I didn't think long, that afternoon the deal was reached. This house is mine now. A new house with its simplicity that hopefully gives me peace. Simple nangasansa, I hope to make myself liberated. I'm principled, I don't want to be rich if a thick wallet doesn't make me happy enough. The day after tomorrow, I intend to spend my abundant money in a bank account. Of course by donating to charity or donating to those in need, all of that is to make my soul feel liberated.

Hope everything goes according to plan.

***

Officially, the night passed with me sleeping in the new house. However, there are still things that disturb my sleep. A feeling of discomfort. So I canceled my intention to go to the office the next day. Though today I should take care of my work, but again I undo the intention. I chose to repeat what I did last night, sending Hadni tasks and directions to be relayed to other staff, waiting for her report, then relaying her next order. I decided to meet Jan today. Invited him to come to my new home. Talked about something that disturbed my sleep a little.

Jan's first reaction when I got to my new house was surprise, astonishment. Then, a little kidding about my taste for the design of the house that he said was low, but I did not respond too much. I invited him not just to tell me that I'm moving house, but there's something serious I want to say.

I thought about Mr. Roy. Since our meeting during our visit on the lawn yesterday, there has been a sense in me that I do not understand. On that day alone I was compelled to embrace my adoptive father. I was hurt, but after I took another look there was no hate in my heart. There is absolutely nothing. I've seen Mr. Roy's sincerity in loving me since childhood, his sincerity in apologizing, and his seriousness in making amends to the point of deciding to turn himself in to the police. I still remember how Mr. Roy threw a gun in my hand and let go if I demanded his life in return. All of that is proof that Mr. Roy's regret is not a joke. And after a long night of thinking, I finally understood what I was feeling. I forgive Mr. Roy. Yes, I really forgive him. No matter how deeply disappointed and hurt, he was still the foster father who took care of me to adulthood. I can't hate him. And I have felt this calmness, this tranquility of forgiveness.

So, I told Jan. As long as I want to know, can I do something to get Mr. Roy released from custody. I don't understand the law and the judiciary, so asking Jan is the right thing to do. Good news from Jan, I can do it. Mr. Roy can be released from his midwife's demands, in one way.

That same day, Jan and I set out to take care of this. Passing legal processes and procedures and normal provisions that apply.

With Jan's advice, I'm filing a statement with the court that's handling Mr. Roy's case. I convey that, I from the victim or the injured party has apologized to the perpetrator or the convicted party. Requesting that the perpetrator be released.

The court responded well. Although not as easy as I imagined. They have to consider a lot of things first. They also coordinated with the prison where Mr. Roy was detained. After waiting for a long time, finally the report from the prison was received. And fortunately it is not in the form of insurrection, because the report contains: the convict in question behaved well during the four months of his construction, regretted his actions and was intent on becoming a better individual, never received disciplinary punishment, he said, and get legal relief because the convicts voluntarily surrender themselves. Taking these things into consideration, the court finally made a decision. That the convict get exemption from the criminal penalty. Mr. Roy, be released.