He's Not A Bad Boy
Chapter 42 - Fading Smile

The spatter marked the end of Anderson's funeral procession. One by one the people who attended from noon to afternoon now began to go home. Including aunt and two cousins Boy.

"Boy, after this, we will come to your house to take care of the transfer of shares from your father's company" said the middle-aged woman so arrogantly and left with her two children.

Boy doesn't care what the aunt says. He prefers to stay beside the father's belly button that began to get wet while offering prayers.

"Sister, we go home well, it's already raining" Khaira said softly. Since she officially became Boy's wife, Khaira has decided to change the name Boy in honor of the man she now calls husband.

Boy still did not respond, he instead leaned his forehead on the end of the tombstone of the father's grave, tears always came out of his eye sinks without he could control. Frankly, Boy really hard to release the departure of the father who had just made up with him. He was not even satisfied with each other's new attention back he felt after several years ignored.

The sky is now getting darker with the rain still faithfully flushing the city. The clothes they were wearing were almost all wet. Khaira crouched down next to her husband and patted his shoulder gently.

"I know Big Brother is very sad about Dad's departure, I also feel the same even though this is the first time I met Dad. From the first time I saw him, I knew Dad was actually a nice and considerate person. I'm sure God will put Dad in a glorious place, we can pray for him always, right, brother?"

The boy who had been bowed in tears had now turned his head towards the woman beside him who was now showing a sweet smile. Slowly Boy raised his head and smiled.

"Thank you well, you've always managed to bring light to me since we didn't know until we became a halal couple."

Khaira nodded her head and rubbed Boy's tears that wet her cheeks. "Now we go home well, it seems that soon the rain is getting heavier," asked Khaira while extending her hand towards Boy and immediately welcomed by the man.

They walked away from the cemetery. Unbeknownst to them, a middle-aged woman in all-black clothes was staring at him from a distance. "I'm sorry mom, Boy."

***

That night, Zafran, Akmal, Boy, and Khaira are gathered in the family room of Boy's house. They talked about their planned return to town A tomorrow morning, and Khaira would come home given her permission shortly.

Boy also agreed with their plan, he even wanted to come back with them tomorrow after completing some affairs related to his father. In the midst of their conversation, the sound of knocking on the door made their conversation pause for a moment.

Boy immediately opened the door because he already knew who came it. And sure enough, the aunt and her father's lawyer were currently standing before her.

Now they gather in the living room with some files on the table. The aunt started talking first. Anderson once said that if he died, all his property and shares would be transferred to him and his two children. And it's neatly recorded in a note, though it hasn't been fully authenticated before Anderson died.

Boy just silently listened to every word that was thrown by the middle-aged woman, and he did not mind at all if indeed what the aunt said about the decision of the father was true.

"Oh yeah, I just remember, a few days before Mr. Anderson went to the hospital, he once gave me a secret envelope that he said could only be opened by his son named Boy," the lawyer said and gave Boy a brown envelope.

The aunt who saw the envelope immediately gave a protest to the lawyer. "Loh! Why didn't I ever know about the existence of the envelope, sir?" tanyanya cynic.

"Because Mr. Anderson said straight away that no one should know except Boy. Please open, I don't know what the envelope is either." The lawyer allowed Boy to open the sealed envelope.

Not forgetting to read Basmalah, Boy opened the envelope carefully, read the letter for a moment, then gave it directly to the lawyer to read it so that the aunt could hear it too

"This is a will from Mr. Anderson to Boy. Here it is said that all shares of his company will be transferred to Boy, as well as the house and all the property in it. While his savings will be distributed to other heirs in accordance with the applicable provisions."

"What's? What about the will?" Again the middle-aged woman raised her protest.

"This is the latest will, and there is already Mr. Anderson's signature as heir and his stamp" the lawyer said.

"What's? No, I can't take this." The aunt immediately withdrew the will from the lawyer's hand and was about to tear it apart, but it was prevented by Boy.

Hearing Boy's words, the middle-aged woman immediately kept quiet and agreed despite the impression of unwillingness on her face, but it was better than no part at all for her two children.

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Now that the problem is over, Boy returns to the living room where Zafran and Akmal are still sitting there telling stories, but not with Khaira asleep on the couch.

"Boy, take your wife to your room, take pity on her, she seems to be very tired and sleep-deprived" Zafran said.

"Yes, Pa." Boy lifts Khaira's bridal style body up the second floor to his room.

Boy put Khaira on the bed very carefully. He sat down for a moment beside the woman while looking at her in amazement. He admired everything that was in his wife from the beginning, not only her beauty, but also her kindness.

Unbeknownst to him, Boy commented on the smile as he recalled how he had been trying to get close to Khaira, ever since he was nicknamed Bad Boy by everyone, until he was known as Good Boy among pesantren and people close to him.

"Thank you Dad, because it's always there when I feel down. I don't know what's happening to me right now if you don't exist. I am thankful that Allah is All-Good."

Boy lowered his head and approached Khaira's face to give her the first kiss on the forehead of the woman who had now become his wife.

"I love you, my wife."

***

The next day, they were preparing to go home. Air transportation back into their choice to be faster to arrive.

Before entering the plane, Boy gets a message from Ali that makes him immediately restless and unsettled.

Assalamu 'alaikum, Boy.

Where are you? Why are you lost as if in the swallow of the earth? Are you married to your special girl? If it is true, then you are evil for not telling me. Oh yes, today I will also propose to my special girl, pray that everything is smooth well :)

"Why, Brother? Why is your face so pale?" asked Khaira who found Boy's face instantly pale and unsettled.

"It's okay. I'm fine." Although it felt heavy, but he realized, everything he had to face.

Two hours have passed since departure. Now they have arrived at Zafran's residence after taking a taxi from the airport. Zafran and Akmal walked first, while Boy and Khaira walked behind while holding hands.

The four stopped their footsteps when they found Ali and her parents in the living room.

Ali even stood up with a big smile when he saw Khaira had come. However, the smile slowly faded as she saw Boy beside her while holding hands with her.

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