Spin System: Wealth And Power
Who's He?

After the drama of losing the Spin System and awarding the amazing System it is done.

Rendi went to clean up, after that prepare her things that she will bring to Jakarta tomorrow.

This time Rendi will not forget the Spin System again, he put it in a bag along with the gold he will take to Jakarta. Of course, Rendi separated it in a bag that did not mix with the gold.

"Everything is ready, later I buy a small bag just to store the phone and Spin System, wait a minute, in my clothing store there is not a small bag like that?" Jenny thought of her dress shop.

Rendi then immediately called Soni to ask for the small bag she meant.

"Hello boss, how can I help you?" soni said as she raised Rendi's call.

"That's Mr. Soni, is there a small bag in the store slmpang?" ask Rendi straight to the point.

"Little Bag of Slempang?" Soni seemed to think for a while, then he who understood the meaning of Rendi replied. "there is no boss, but if the boss wants, I can find it for you."

"That's well, yes, please find it, later I change the money, all send it to my contract" said Rendi politely.

"Well boss, I will ask employees to drive him." replied Soni earnestly.

"Thank you." Rendi instantly turned off her phone.

After calling Soni, Rendi lay in her bed, it felt like waiting for tomorrow was very long, until finally Rendi decided to go for a walk with her motorcycle.

Rendi deliberately did not contact Novi or Sulis, he wanted his time spent alone.

Rendi rode her motorcycle without direction, without feeling she reached the funeral of both her parents and grandmother.

Of course Rendi stopped there immediately, he had not looked at the grave of his parents for a long time, so he felt very guilty.

"I didn't come here for a long time" muttered Rendi as she got off her bike.

He walked towards the tomb of his parents, the tomb although in the village but classified as well-preserved, because the grave kecen well take care of the tombs.

When Rendi a few meters more will arrive at the tomb of his parents, he was surprised by a woman wearing all-black clothes who was sowing flowers there.

"Sorry, who are you? To ...." Rendi had not finished talking the woman looked surprised, without turning her head towards Rendi she ran away from Rendi quickly.

Rebut only shocked, when he asked nicely, but the person ran away like a malingan.

Rendi saw the person who continued to run without turning his head, he did not chase after him, because he did not feel familiar with the person.

"Who is that guy? Was he at the wrong tomb?" rummam Rendi's.

Rendi sighed, she drew closer to the graves of both her parents and grandmother, as she squatted looking at the tomb. He frowned when the flowers were just the graves of his Father and Grandmother, while his mother's tomb was not sprinkled with flowers.

"It seems he was indeed the wrong tomb." Rendi was not suspicious at all with that person.

Rendi forgets the person, he recites a prayer for his three parents with kusyuk.

After finishing reciting the prayer, Rendi held her Grandmother's tombstone. "Sir, Rendi now has a lot of money, Rendi also has many friends, Rendi's life is not like it used to be, this is all thanks to Grandma who always prayed for Rendi first."

Without noticeably clear bulir dripping from the eye patch Rendi, he really misses his grandmother. For Father and Mother also miss but not as much as his grandmother who has taken care of him.

"If only Rendi could enjoy this decent life with grandma, of course, the happiness of Rendi would be perfect. Rendi misses Grandma."

The high school boy's cry was unbearable at his Grandma's grave, he cried out so much, remembering a past so bitter, a past so full of suffering.

All the bitter memories he had when his Grandmother was alive were clearly still etched into his memory, even though his present life had changed by one hundred and eighty degrees, but it cannot just erase those bitter memories.

From a distance, the woman who was in the tomb of Rendi, he watched Rendi who was crying sobbing at the grave of his Grandmother.

The woman looks to be pulling her tears. Seen his hands clenched, there was a slight tinge of a guilty expression on his face. But he soon left from there.

The woman rode in her car with tears in her eyes. "walk sir, we go straight home to Jakarta!"

"Good Mistress!" the driver replied obediently.