Secrets of Lakefront House
CHAPTERS 10. TESTAMENTARY

Did he just offer me a job? Jilena leaning forward. "I don't know if you heard that my papa passed away yesterday.”

"I heard the news, Rafael Ginanjar, the lawyer, right? He is quite famous in this city. Your father is a good and honest man." he said in a low tone.

"Yes." Yeah." Jilena sat back down and casually crossed her arms. “Actually I did not intend to meet the master today, my recently deceased papa and we had to arrange his funeral, he said, but Aunt Dewi urged me not to wait long and immediately apply for this job.”

“Let me express my condolences for your loss, Miss Jilena. I don't know him personally, but your papa has a good reputation in this city.”

"Thank you sir. And please, call me Jilena, let alone we will cooperate.”

"Jilene." The large black leather chair squeaked as he leaned back. "So, when do you think you can start? If you don't mind, I'd love it if you could start work as soon as possible."

"Try me a check, today is Wednesday ..." He saw his notes on things to do the next few days, the funeral is likely to be on Friday or Saturday. “I think I can start working next Monday."

“Alright, but if you have an empty schedule sooner than that, please let me know. News does not wait.”

HAPPY, Jilena almost danced out of the newspaper office. He got a job! Finally, have some more income. Although she is grateful for her tantric intervention — this time — she hopes no strange things happen later.

Jilena walked a few blocks to her papa's law firm. He entered the large lobby, admiring the polished grey marble floor and mahogany wall decoration, and then took the elevator to the second floor of the old office building. He gets out of the elevator and is greeted by a young woman, probably fresh out of high school, sitting behind the sparkling granite reception desk. The names Ginanjar and Hardi were engraved in bronze on the wooden paneled wall behind it.

'Papa..today I came to visit your office. But papa is not there to welcome me' a tearful feather fell on his cheek, sorrowful and a great sense of guilt considering all.

"Can I help you?" ask the young blonde woman. Jilena confidently stepped onto the counter. “Yes, I am Jilena Ginanjar, Princess Alm. Rafael Ginanjar.”

“Oh, Miss Jilena, I'm sorry about your father. He's a good guy. I was here when they—”his speech was interrupted.

"Thank you," cut Jilena. "Can I talk to Mr Hardi for a few minutes?”ask Jilena.

"certain. For a moment I asked if he was willing to see you now.” He called to his office, then turned his attention back to Jilena when the main phone started ringing. "Yes, he can meet you.The room is at the end of the hall turn right.” The young woman picked up the phone again. "Ginanjar and Hardi, how can I help you?"

Jilena followed the woman's instructions and knocked on Mr. Hardi's door. He had not been to this place for several years, but he remembered attending the opening party of the open house when the two men first teamed up and moved into this office. How proud the papa at that time could open a law firm with his friend. At that time, Ginanjar and Hardi were the first law firm in the city of Lembayung.

"Come in" she heard a male voice say. He opened the door and Mr. Hardi jumped out of his chair, stepping towards him with his arms outstretched. Dressed in a well-designed suit, Iyan Hardi is slightly older than her papa, most of her hair is gray, but she appears to be in good health and she has a firm grip.

“It's good to see you again, Jilena. I hope we meet in a much better situation." His voice was warm and sound sincere. “Sini, sit.” He nodded towards the two chairs opposite his desk before returning to his seat.  They sat down and made small talk for a few minutes before discussing the real reason he was there.

“Sorry Mr. Hardi, I came here to ask about papa's will. I've been looking in papa's study at home about the last will about the funeral, but I haven't found anything. Do you know anything about that? ”

"We have his will here and there may be something important in that archive." He pressed the intercom button on his desk phone. “Kathleen, can you bring me Rafael Ginanjar's will file?"

"Soon," the female voice answered through the loudspeaker.

"Do you know when the funeral is?" She asked.

"Not yet sir. We want to know what Papa's last wish was before we did the funeral. That's why I came here.”

"You mean us, you and your sister?"tanyakanya.

"Yes, and Aunt Goddess as well." replied Jilena while staring at Pak Hardi.

"Ah yes." His eyes sparkled and a mischievous smile fell on his lips. 'The sister of Raphael. The woman I once coveted'

“Goddess Ginanjar.”gumamnya slowly while lowering his head, trying to remember the face of the woman.

Jilena did not understand what he meant. Did Mr Hardi have some sort of personal relationship with the aunt goddess in the past? It is not surprising if it is true, aunty goddess is beautiful many men who fall in love with her. Is it possible that Mr. Hardi is one of the admirers of aunt goddesses or ex-girlfriend? Jilena.

"I think the funeral will be on Friday or Saturday" he said. “I'll tell you."

"How long are you planning on staying in town?"ask hardi again.

“Actually, I will settle here. I got a job at the Lembayung Post, and I will stay at my parents' house for a while.”jansi jilena explained.

His assistant tapped lightly, then entered with the folder he handed to Hardi sir.

"Thank you, Kathleen."

He walked out and quietly closed the door behind him. Mr. Hardi opened the folder on the desk and put on his glasses.

"Let's see." The man flipped through several pages and took out the document. "He said he wanted to be buried next to his wife's grave. Apparently, he already bought the plot after your mother's funeral.” Under the big elm tree. He handed her a piece of paper and Jilena scanned it. All about the details of the coffin model, where her papa wanted to be buried at the service, listed the priest she chose to lead the prayers and the music she wanted to play. That's the papa, disciplined and orderly, carefully arranging his perfect and peaceful little life—including what will happen in the end of it.

"Papa had really thought about and prepared everything," he said, his voice sounding somewhat sarcastic. He didn't mean to offend. Mr. Hardi frowned confusedly. “I know he doesn't want to burden you guys,”. “Oh, and by the way, his car is still in the parking lot."

“I'm sure of that. After I get the keys from the coroner's office, I'll come and pick up the car.” Jilena folded the paper and put it in her bag. "Is there anything else I should know?”he wanted to make sure nothing was missed.

"What-like?"ask Mr. Hardi.

“Finance for example. How do I know if papa has a home or car loan installment? You must know, that kind of thing. ”said Jilena.

“Home and car are paid off, so you don't worry about that. Your father is very disciplined—he hates to owe anyone anything. He also has savings and deposits in the bank, you can take care of it later, if you need any help do not hesitate to contact me yes."

...*****...

As soon as Jilena left the law firm, she went to her aunt's house to tell about the will and spend time with the family. Sitting in the dining room, Sarah and Aunt Dewi were impatient to start arranging the funeral.

Jilena sat next to her aunt. After she explained what she found, Aunt Goddess' shoulder dropped and her face looked relaxed, clearly relieved that her brother had left a legacy for her daughter along with a will containing her last request.

"You haven't said anything about your job interview, baby," Aunt Dewi noted. “How was the result?”

"Walk amazing," she beamed. “I start work Monday.”

“Oh, Jilena, auntie knows you must get it,” Aunt Goddess gushed.

Jilena put a hand on her tant arm. “Tante didn't tell me that aunt called me first—and urged Mr. Keenan to accept me.”

"Aunty knows you're going to ban it, but aunt wants to help" answered the aunt.

"I appreciate aunty's help, really," she said, pulling her hand back. “But I want to get the job myself.”

“Of course you can, baby, but there's no harm in a little push from the right person. Nepotism is still thick in this city.”tante goddess smiled glancing at Jilena.

"I mean auntie?" ask Jilena.

“Do you think Noah Arsyanendra can be as successful as he is today without the help of his father who opened the door of opportunity for him, right?” aunt dewi. Arsyanendra's family has a great influence in this city, they are the richest people in the town of Lembayung.

Jilena remembered Anton Arsyanendra, undoubtedly the most powerful man in the city. In addition to being mayor recently, he is president of one of the city's banks, as well as owning real estate companies, mortgage companies, and The Lembayung Post. Anton Arsyanendra had become his papa's biggest client shortly after they moved to this city, and now he was his employer. That last fact made him cough. But this is the reality, now he has to work in one of the companies owned by the Arsyanendra family.

Makes him anxious, if he will often meet Noah. 'ahhhh.h.h.why should it be like this' he thought.

"Are you okay, baby?"the aunt asked because she saw Jilena's face change.

Jilena gulped and crossed her hands. “I try not to think about Noah Arsyanendra— will help me a lot.”

"I'll bet." Sarah rolled her eyes, her voice almost accusatory.

Jilena looked at her brother. "meaning?"

“I know you met and chatted with him in the cafe yesterday. Old love sparks blazing again?” Sarah pressed down, narrowing her eyes

What does Sarah mean by that? After all, Jilena would not admit what happened the moment she met the man who had triggered the emotions within her. “Noah and I are old stories. So leave it alone, no need to be revealed again kak.” Jilena raised an eyebrow and tilted her head, hoping Sarah would catch the hint. Raising her wrist, Jilena glanced at her watch. “We have to coroner's office and take papa's personal belongings before it's too late.” he said.

"I'm the one driving," snapped Sara. "I'm not riding on that junk toy you're driving."

Jilena looked at the sister with a frown.

Sarah's right, of course it's a junk toy, thank you very much. Not wanting to argue, Jilena turned her attention to her tant. “What according to aunt lock papa is among her personal items?”

"Should be" replied Aunt Goddess. "Why?"

“Papa's car must be taken from the office. Plus, I hope the lock of the closet and drawers in her office will be on the keychain.” replied Jilena

“Why don't you guys take care of it, aunt will contact the funeral home to start arranging funerals,” proposed Aunt Goddess. “I think it would be better if we share the task.”

“OK,” Jilena agree, “and I will write obituary when I return later and—send it to newspaper. Maybe later the aunt has an idea about when and where the funeral will be done and I can include in the list.”

The two girls waved as they stepped out of the front door.

...**...

As expected, their car keys and other keys were among his personal belongings, the two girls took them from the coroner's office. After taking everything, Sarah drives her car to their papa's office and Jilena gets off.

“I take papa's car home, all I want to take a walk for a while. Oh yes.I also want to check the closet that was missed. See you at Aunt Dewi's for dinner" she told Sarah.

"Okay," Sarah replied and left.

Is something wrong?

When Jilena saw her brother speeding, it suddenly occurred to me that—he did not know the car his father was driving, except from the key in his hand was the key to the Mercedes car. Sarah had told him that the father had bought a new car a few months after their mother's death, but Jilena had not returned since the funeral.

He was standing in the middle of the parking lot, watching all the vehicles, he saw there were several different Mercedes models parked there. He began to direct the key fob to a different car, pressing the unlock button, hoping for a sound from the car or flashing lights as a clue to which car belonged.

On the third try he found success. "Geez!" a feeling of pleasure rippled through his body as the dark blue SLK 250 Roadster rang and the lights flashed. Riding this was a step ahead of his junk car.

 *car visual mercedes benz SLK 250...cool yes guys 👍👍😊😊<TAG1> this sports car, top window can be opened close.