Andara's Revenge
Be Grateful of Your Life

If I don't experience it, I may never learn.

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Time is not Betadine, it can never heal wounds. However, time also provides an opportunity for other flavors to come in and enliven it. While in Medan, Andara underwent many activities. He accompanies Nia to take care of the family company that is almost bankrupt. As much as possible take the time to check all financial statements, check all assets, review directly the gardens that have not been visited by a substitute director of Opung since the man died. Tired, but paid off with a commensurate result.

The funny thing is, Lisa, the woman who met on the plane, turned out to be a replacement for the secretary of commissioner who recruited Nia. Because of Lisa too, you learn to better understand and understand others. He allows Lisa to bring the child and caregiver to the office if Lisa is idle. Being a commissioner secretary is not as busy as a secretary of directors or general secretary.

So is the lactation room. The reddened and breast-feeding room, which had never been in the office, was set up next to the musala on her initiative so that Lisa and the other women could make ends meet for their babies. Lisa's son is funny, you often take the time to play with the adorable baby.

Before he flew to Medan, Vina gave a CD of Kunto Aji entitled Mantra-Mantra. The songs often accompany every day Andara. At first hearing, Andara still often cries, but over time, the song became a friend to undergo busyness. The frequency is played, making you understand the implicit meanings of the existing lyrics. He then realized that no matter how bad he was, he still had a helpful support system. There's Vina, there's Nia, there's Lisa and the surroundings that without them noticing, are often the reason you're smiling.

"Well, what do you think?" tanya Nia, awaken Andara from the reverie. The woman smiled warmly, as if you understood Andara who had been silent with a bright mind. "Pak Waskito argues, there is no harm in our land being used as a pilot project to plant sorghum while waiting for replanting."

You back painted a smile on the face. Despite his thoughts from earlier to everywhere, he still heard Mr. Waskito's exposure and nodded. "Agreed. Mr. Waskito must have considered the GAPKI offer well, before submitting at this meeting. Yeah, right, sir?" tanyakanya.

The Indonesian Palm Oil Entrepreneur Association or GAPKI invites his company to research sorghum planting on the sidelines of oil palm rejuvenation. Exposure of Mr. Waskito earlier showed that the plant is indicated suitable as a crop in palm oil rejuvenation because of the short harvest period. Part of the company is just giving up land that is being replanted with oil palm, to grow sorghum as well. Not many know sorghum, the plant is a staple food in South Asia and sub-Saharan Africa. The fifth food product that humans seek after wheat, rice, corn and barley.

The man you asked smiled and nodded respectfully. Since Benzo was detained and the shareholders conducted the GMS-LB (General Meeting of Extraordinary Shareholders), Mr. Waskito was appointed as a substitute director. According to Andara, there is no harm in hiring others as directors in the company, while it can bring glory back. The pretentious tendency will only lead to an attempt at a great loss. So, it is better to hold leadership positions held by people who understand in their fields. He and Nia who sat on the bench of the commissioner trying to actively monitor also learned from Mr. Waskito who has served decades and is very knowledgeable about oil palm plantations.

For several months, the focus was only on the family company. The regular schedules that Lisa made, inevitably make her sad distracted. The memory of Buana will of course continue to pass, but she is at peace with her own heart. Including making peace with the guilt of Buana's death.

The story of him and Buana is a valuable lesson in life. Lessons that cannot be learned if you do not live directly. Lessons are important to care more, lessons to humanize people, lessons to put communication ahead rather than assumptions, lessons to think carefully before deciding something. So that no matter how the memory that comes up to now, it is always responded to by slipping a prayer in order to meet Buana again, at least in a dream.

Last month, news of Rossa met its sosmed notification. You don't know for sure where the origin is, which obviously suddenly Devan's wife can sniff the presence of the girl to her household life. The name Rossa Indira is touted as an actor, his photo is displayed on uncensored gossip accounts.

Was Roni involved in the incident? You don't care, and don't want to find out. He was already quite disturbed by messages or mentions to him asking for clarification because he knew his closeness to Rossa.

Andara chose to be silent, pretending not to know and let Rossa bear all that had been done. Each of them must undergo the consequences of the deeds that have been done. As she faces all, Rossa also needs to face her entire problem without her intervention or help.

The meeting was then concluded with an agreement to give half their land in the High Cliffs area for sorghum seed planting. Andara packed her bag and went out first.

"Sa, if Aunt Nia's looking, tell me to Starbucks ahead, yes," Andara said as she passed Lisa's desk.

He who felt the need for caffeine intake then crossed the street in front of the office and ordered a glass of milk coffee. The barista who already recognized him greeted him kindly and finished the order quickly.

Today, she's forgetfulness brings a tumbler. You put plastic cups, cakes, and cell phones on the table. Turn on the bluetooth earbuds, and re-play the song Kunto Aji. As he was about to sit down, he grimaced reading the message that was on the plastic cup.

Andara, be grateful of your life.

Gratified. When was the last time he was grateful? Andara. The writing was like a hand that slapped hard on his cheek. He had forgotten when he had last been grateful for life.

He was never grateful to be loved by Buana in such a way. He was never grateful to have Nia who was paying attention secretly. He was never grateful to be given such a large family of pests that he learned so much how to survive without them. He forgot to be thankful to be born into the world. He forgot to be grateful for many things.

Not being grateful, she always felt less. Always looking up, he always thought that he was the most persecuted victim of fate. If he is grateful, he still has good things in life.

Andara stirred the coffee then took a slow sip. When she cut the chocolate cake served on a white plate, her phone notification rang. Notifications that never came. You yourself have forgotten to activate the notification if Kin Instagram account uploads photos.

Lightly, his hand tapped on the notice in sight. Had not heard and seen Kin for a long time, making him curious. The on-screen view starts going into the Instagram app and youara sips the cake into the mouth.

The chocolate cake stuck in his throat when his eyes saw the photo. His two fingers reflexively enlarged the photo. I wish my eyes had seen wrong, but I don't. It was true Kin was embracing Rossa. Rossa's? Your heart palpitations are very hard, maybe the caffeine from coffee has slid quickly in his body. Or the content of chocolate has triggered heart rhythm disorders.

He held onto his chest, like he was trying to calm a fussy child. He did not want to assume with the origin, so the curiosity that was there led Youara to send a message to Kin.

Andaratrie: Hi, Kin. How are you doing?

The message was read by Kin, three dot marks depicting the man typing an answer.

Kin.dhana: Hi, Ra. Good news, how are you?

Andaratrie: Yes. BTW, is that Ocha? Are you the same as Ocha?

Andara then sighed. Regretting his thumbs typing so fast. His two hands were trembling. Is Kin really with Rossa now? For such a pose, it feels too intimate if it is just a friend. He looked back at the photos. He still remembered the shape of the sofa, the color of the interior and the items in the man's apartment. It was clear that the photo was taken in Kin's apartment.

Kin's reply then entered and made Andara stunned.

Kin.dhana: It's Ocha. Yes, Chu. Kin is now my girlfriend and I'm asking you not to DM-DM my boyfriend again.

Andara's eyes are still wide. He memorized how to type Rossa and how to reply to the girl's message. That's right Rossa.

His hands are still shaking. Without replying, you turned to Kin's Instagram account and then chose to turn off the notification. The account also stopped following him. Not befriending Kin, it'll be nothing. Kin was already happy with Rossa, and he was happy for both of them.

No more revenge, nothing. The times of reckless and brutal acts are over. The best revenge belongs to God. If he ends up unfollowing and blocking the accounts of Kin, Rossa and Natha, solely more aim for his own good. He withdrew from the circle of friendship. He is not afraid of not having friends. There were many things he could do alone, just like he had been doing lately.

You begin to be able to think logically and realize that there are things that cannot be forced in life, as hard as anything tries, and things that make a wound must be released, he said, for the good of yourself. Like the spell of Kunto Aji that is playing over and over again in the ear.

Enough of your bond, let go of what is not for you.

Enough of your bond, let go of what is not for you.

Enough of your bond, let go of what is not for you.

He now understands that he and his heart must be well guarded. It's enough he almost crazy when left behind Buana and need a lot of time to be able to get excited again to live life. Things that cause drama, increasing problems and complexity, are shunned by Andara.

What you better take care of is yourself.

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"Darling..."

A call came. The voice is very familiar. Andara looked over and her whole body felt petrified. "Master?" his frown did not believe.

The summoned one simply nodded while opening both arms, and Andara tried to run as fast as possible into that embrace. His heavy steps were immediately caught by Buana's hand. The guy clutches it as tightly as possible while kissing the head.

"Master? Mama?" call Andara while wrapping your hands around Buana's neck. Her tears urged and spilled when the fragrant sea re-entered the olfactory.

"Yes, honey," Buana replied gently. The guy stretches a hug to see your face and then rubs his cheek. "Why cry?"

Andara pulled her lips, trying to smile with a still heavy cry. He drowned his head in Buana's chest. A warm and comfortable chest, where all complaints are lodged.

"Kangen you," he gulped. "I miss you so much."

"me too. Me too, Ra." The guy again kissed the top of his head, styling his disheveled hair. Buana's hands swept her tears that were as hard as the ocean. "Don't cry. Don't cry. I'm always sad to see you cry."

You draw as much oxygen as possible from your nose and bite your lips to stop crying. "But I cry because you miss. Really kangen," he nodded with a raucous voice.

Buana put her cheek next to Andara's cheek and whispered, "If you knew that I miss you too, you would not cry. You cry because you don't believe in me. You can't believe I always miss you. You can't believe I'll always remember you no matter what."

Your throat is blocked. His eyes are hot. "Master, I'm sorry. Sorry for all my mistakes, sorry for all my selfishness. I'm stupid and stupid. I'm...."

Buana had put her index finger in front of Andara's lips to be silent. The guy smiled slowly and shook his head. "You're not stupid, you're not stupid, Ra. You have always been my pride at any time," he said as he looked at the tip of your nose. "What ever happened should have been a lesson to be better."

Those sharp eyes that you missed were looking at her with an unchanging look, from the past. "You are one of the people I ask to be happy, other than Kaluna. If you love me, make me your reason to be happy, Ra."

Youara looked at Buana's face that looked cleaner than usual by not blinking until the guy pulled a smile back. The guy combed your hair with his fingers and slipped the child's hair that began to extend to the back of the ear.

"You are always beautiful in whatever circumstances, even when you are angry. But ... I always want you to smile. Don't forget to be happy, Ra. Because there, there's hope that I always find through prayer."

Buana hugged him tightly. The soothing fresh fragrance that you love makes her close her eyes and smile. He continued to smile until he woke up, with a trace of tears still there.

Andara stared blankly at the ceiling of the room. His dream felt real and warm, Buana's embrace still remained. He sighed while trying hard to smile. Finally, after a long message to Causa, Buana also came to the dream. His mother must have met Buana.

Body moving. Andara sat down and stared at the window whose curtains were not closed. The morning sun began to appear to color in the sky which was only dark blue.

Andara felt the chest. His heart was still beating despite frequent falls and injuries. Thank God, he's alive. There is always hope in life, right? Man can learn to be stronger than his wounds, and he too will be.

Everything that did not succeed in killing him, should have made him stronger.

However, he promised to live life well. Not only for Buana, for Causa, for Ophthalmology or otherwise, but also for himself.

He will continue to be happy with or without any reason. For he is sure that there will be a glad when he sees that he is healthy, good and happy.

- - THE END - - - - - THE END

The epilogue will follow not knowing when. I want the nulis epilogue first.

Awaiting all slurs and scorn maki. 🤧