
Gania placed the photo of the memory in the nightstand drawer, but her eyes were fixed with a small black box. Gania took the box and told Gibran.
"mas, what is this?" tannya
Gibran who was looking at his phone immediately turned his eyes to the box.
"where did you get it?" gibran asked and then put his hand close to the box
"from the nightstand drawer" Gania replied as she pointed to the spot where she had found
Out of curiosity, Gania ventured to open the box. After he opened, the contents were a paper containing a series of words and neatly written in black ink.
The contents of the paper are..
*For Gania Papa's little daughter.
If Papa is gone, please let Papa know no matter what. I'm sorry if you've been busy with Papa's work. I'm sorry Papa forcibly married you. Maybe you have thought if Papa is in a hurry, but Papa is sure in the future you will feel lucky because Papa married before Papa died. Papa will be able to rest in peace because there is someone guarding the Papa princess. Take care of your household, do not leave each other until death do you part. Papa just hope that your marriage will soon be complete with the presence of momongan. Love you daughter's.
With Love, though,
Papaw*
After reading the letter, Gania's cries broke again. Gibran was also moved after reading it.
"it's a shame that we go to the upper room" Gibran said as he wiped Gania's tears, then led Gania up to her room to rest.
***
Once in the room, they cleaned themselves alternately. Once clean, Gania breaks down and looks at the ceiling of her room. While Gibran took food for Gania because from this morning he had not eaten anything.
"it's a shame to eat first" said Gibran
Gania did not budge, she was still daydreaming because she remembered the contents of the letter from Papa.
Then Gibran stroked his shoulders, as a sign that Gania was patient. After that Gibran bribed him little by little finally 1 portion of rice was devoured Gania.
After being full, Gibran let Gania relax her body until she fell asleep.
"Father!" she cried, after which she cried again and woke up.
"why?" ask Gibran quietly
"i dream of Papa mas" he said with wet eyes
"i have tried sincerely" he added lirih
"but?"
"but sometimes I get angry, why is destiny like this. I had to lose both my parents when I couldn't make them happy"
"but you should be grateful, son, now you have a husband who is on standby to look after you" said someone who entered Gania's room
"rest again yes, tonight we know" added Grandma.
Then Gibran and Gania rested themselves.
***
At 19:30 the mourners who came this afternoon also returned to the magnificent palace of Alm. Papa Aryan's. Tonight there is a ceremony to pray for the deceased. Everything looks solemn.
When finished, do not forget Gania also alms in the name of her Papa.
One by one they began to leave the house, now only he was left, Gibran, Grandma, Papa Surya and some house employees were busy cleaning the room.
"Sir, Gania wants Grandma to stay here" said Gania suddenly.
"then what about Grandma's house?" asked Grandma while stroking her grandson's hair.
"can we rent, can we? Or sold? Gania doesn't want to be away from family"
"well Grandma will follow Gania's will"
Then Gania and Grandma embraced warmly.