My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant
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Excel laughs inwardly at the sight of Naja's fear. He was really happy when he knew the weakness of a Naja. By threatening him like this, he would not dare to act out and be impudent to him. Excel crawls dramatically near Naja.

“Please ... or do I want to kick your thing?” threaten Naja who wraps a blanket over his body while continuing to retreat. Even now he is on the edge of the bed.

"Do it if you can ...," Challenge Excel with one lip swooping sharply, terrorizing Naja by continuing to crawl forward.

“This is my room, remember? All my heart wants to do is. Aren't you the one who came in and slept on my bed?” Excel's expression was so annoying, the closer Naja pushed back.

Oh, my God, I forgot. He thought that perfect Excel wouldn't do something like this. “Cel .. You can't be like this." Only really frightened, he did not want to end tragically like the story of a few people.

"Alright .. forgive me.. I will move to another room.” Just lowering his legs, he was really scared if Excel acted badly on him.

“Go ... midnight like this must be all rooms locked. Or do you want to sleep in the security guard post?” annoying grin engraved from Excel lip corner.

“I sleep on the sofa only!” he pulls the blanket.

“It's mine, the sofa here no one equipped blanket!” Excite Excel is triumphant. Very satisfied his heart at this time–hand Excel held the blanket–

Naja jerked his feet, then threw the blankets roughly carelessly. Throwing his face in annoyance, Naja headed for the sofa and slammed his body there.

Excel folded his arms around his chest, relieved to make the girl upset. “Good there!” he shouted while pulling the thick blanket that was half way out of the bed and then wrapped it into his body before rolling comfortably.

Naja snorted bitterly, his hands clenched to punch the other palm, "Basan stingy ...is he a descendant of Nyai Endit?"

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Excel's phone ringtones echoed, but Excel ignored them. His body was really tired today. However, the phone was vociferously beeping, forcing Excel's hand to grab it.

“Halo ...,” Excel squeaking eyes, peeking at the right digital clock in front of her nose. Only a moment later did he close his eyes, worthy of his head feeling spinning and dizzy.

“Cel ... Grandpa Dirga has been home a while ago.” Rio's voice sounded from across the phone.

Excel gasped, his bead opened, as if there was no sleepiness there. “What? Repeat again, Om?” Excel jumps up. His body was trembling, his heartbeat was exploding.

Naja gasps as Excel shouts in the middle of the night blind. His body woke up, and found Excel sitting on the edge of the bed behind him. “What is he delirious about ya?” naja's forehead was furrowed deep.

The phone stuck to Excel's ear escaped the check, sliding against the floor. The man's cry rumbled until his shoulders shook. His heart was so devastated, it could not accept the fact that his grandfather had left him. Even when Excel hasn't been able to return to see him.

Naja jumps when you see Excel sagging from bed, “Cel .. You why?” ask when you arrive in front of Excel. The girl's eye beads scan Excel carefully, she's afraid that Excel is just working on her. Until the voice on the phone whose call is still connected, makes Naja understand a little. He grabbed the phone and put it on the side of his head.

“Iya Naja .. This is Om Rio. Please take care of Excel yes .. she must be devastated to hear this news. Om drop Excel on you yeah!”

Rio seemed to be in such a hurry that he immediately disconnected his phone connection. Naja was so curious that he saw a pile of messages from some members of the Aerospace family.

“Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raaji'un ..” lirih Naja. The woman's hand was holding her own mouth. Tears fell on Naja's cheeks. “Constrate your heart, Cel. Download him.” Just wipe Excel's arm slowly. He sat down in front of Excel, mourning the passing of such a good man to all his workers.

“Sadden ... but don't dissolve. There's still a sister you have to strengthen, you have to be strong in front of them.” Say it softly. He felt sorry for the fragile state of Excel.

Naja wiped her tears, then moved next to Excel who was still laying down her face in the folds of her knee-strapped hands. Naja's hand stretched out in doubt as he was about to wipe Excel's shaky back.

“It's okay ... cry!” tell Naja when Excel cries harder. Unsurprisingly, the man bumped his body, hugging Naja's body. There was no distance left, even now Naja's shoulders felt wet.

Naja's lips are perfectly separated, not expecting this stiff and flat man, so emotional and expressive in showing his feelings. His hands still hang in the air. Doubt to return her husband's embrace. But Excel's cries grew louder, leading Naja to place her hand on Excel's back. Stroking a haughty body that can also shed.

***

The sky was so dark at the foot of the sky, so gray. The motorcade snaking filled the highway to the final resting place of Vishnu Dirgantara, the man who lifted himself from the pit of deprivation into a man full of luxury. His dereliction still remains, though now only his name and memories remain.

The family cemetery in the foothills of a town, where little Dirga spent childhood, became the final resting place of Dirga with his wife Amalia. Now, Dirga's longing will soon be cured, alongside Amalia forever until the end of the world.

The big tent had stood not far from the burrow. Until here, wreaths and condolences continued to flow. The mourners filled the cemetery. Not a great man, just a generous man who advanced the city by setting up many jobs.

Harris, the man looked grim, his eyes as red as blood, but the firm outline of his face remained standing firm. On his chest, leaned the woman who had been with him for almost the last two decades. Since being declared dead, Kira has not assuaged her cries. Now, there is no place to find the answer to all doubts and questions.

There was indescribable sadness in the faces, children, grandchildren, and relatives as well as staff and workers when the body of the white cloth was lowered into the burrow. The chanting of prayer was unceasingly recited from all mourners present accompanying the departure of Vishnu Dirgantara to the eternal realm. The ground crushes the burrow as a separation of nature, a sprinkling of flowers accompanies it afterwards. Wrapping up mounds of soil that are still wet. Dirga's photo appears smiling with black-framed glasses, her trademark.

"Goodbye, Pa. I hope Papa is happy to be able to hug mom again. Wait for us to catch up with you .. after our duty in cash in the world." said Harris while wiping the gravestone bearing the big name Vishnu Dirgantara.

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