The Crack of a Heart
The Best

Next day.

After the fact expressed by Zakaria, now Arifa is used to wake up early and do homework. So does his body.

But unlike today, Arifa is reluctant to do anything. It was like losing half of his soul with the death of his father.

Geck, tok, tok.

Arifa who had been rolling with blankets woke up when she heard a knock on her bedroom door. Lazily, he got out of bed to open the door to his room.

"Fa, this is breakfast first" Farhan said as he offered a white plastic bag containing packaged rice and a glass of water to Arifa.

"Favor, Brother." Arifa took a plastic bag and a glass from Farhan's hand.

"Eat the meal keep on showering ya!" pinta Farhan when he saw Arifa with a shabby face and hair that was ruffled.

"Where are you going, brother? Rifa is at home, why also take a shower," said Arifa when she saw Farhan who was neat with his office clothes.

"We go to Brama's house" Farhan replied, making Arifa frown.

"Make what, brother? I haven't made a decision yet" replied Arifa with a tone that began to rise. He was afraid and thought that Farhan also took unilateral decisions as his late father did.

Farhan pulled his hand into the room. He sat Arifa by the bedside, while he pulled the chair in front of his sister's desk.

"Now you want to ask, what is your decision ?" farhan asked with a serious face.

"Rifa does not want to be told to work in the place of Mr. Brama, Rifa still wants to reach the ideals of Rifa, Brother," replied Arifa with a sad face.

"Okay, if that is so .. we hand over a papah-owned company to Mr. Brama, so the papah debt can be paid off."

"But, is it possible that Brama sir is still willing to accept it, Brother?" asked Arifa expectantly.

"Pray for aja ... " Farhan smiled so that Arifa would come with him. "Corn! finish your breakfast, after that we go to Brama's. Coincidentally today's date is red, it could be that Mr. Brama is at home."

"Yes, Brother."

Farhan stood up and returned the chair he had been sitting in to his place and left from Arifa's room. Arifa ate her breakfast.

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At eight in the morning, Arifa and Farhan arrived at Mr. Brama's residence corresponding to the address of the file they obtained yesterday. Seen before them a luxurious house nuanced gold, with a very spacious yard.

Suddenly Arifa remembered something.

Isn't this Bianka's house? So what does Brama have to do with Bianka? is Bianka also Brama's son?

"Mk."

Arifa did not hear Farhan's voice.

"Rifa!" call Farhan with a loud voice because since then his sister continues to daydream.

"Eh yes, sister," said Arifa who was surprised.

"Would you come down, Fa? We have arrived, you are so daydreaming," said Farhan made Arifa scratch his head that does not itch.

"Yes Kak yes .. but are we parked outside this gate ?" ask Arifa later.

"We should go down first, ask the security guard if this is not the house of Mr. Brama," explained Farhan with a sigh. Arifa nodded slowly.

"okay."

The two got out of the car and approached the two security guards who were sitting and had been watching their arrival from inside a post. One of them was standing when Arifa and Farhan were standing in front of the post

"Excuse me, good morning, sir," said Farhan.

"Morning, how can we help you, sir?" ask security.

"I'm Farhan and this is my sister, Arifa. Is this really Brama's address?" ask Farhan back.

"You know where you're from ?" The security guard turned around in astonishment. Because it is not just anyone who can know the address of the house where he is guarding.

Farhan took out a piece of paper containing the address of the house he had previously copied, then gave it to the security guard. "This, sir."

The security guard looked back carefully. "If the address is correct sir here. But .. "he did not continue his words, and instead looked at his friend who was sitting. His friend nodded his head as if giving a code. "But the person you're looking for has died from a month ago."

Farhan and Arifa were shocked and exchanged glances. Both are silent.

"We need to be with him, sir," replied Arifa.

"Now in this house there are only two of our employers, one the youngest son of Mr. Brama and the other grandson of Mr. Brama. Actually his eldest son is still there, but he and his wife live abroad and settle there." The explanation of the security guard made Farhan and Arifa understand.

"Lantas, can we meet Mr. Brama's youngest child?" ask Arifa.

"So soon, I'll ask him. Because, even on holidays, he was busy working at home," explained the security guard again.

Arifa and Farhan waited for a moment in the heat of the sun that began to fall from the top of the head.

Meanwhile, in a room that is designed is no different from office space in the company. There was a busy man in front of his laptop.

The phone on his desk sounded. Then one hand grabbed the phone handle with both eyes that are still focused on the laptop screen.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, someone's looking for you."

Hearing the security report, the man grinned. It turns out that since then he did not do office work, but saw CCTV in front of the house through the screen of his laptop. He looked closely at Arifa and Farhan.

"Send them in!" the man then disconnected his phone call.

The security guard who was still holding the phone was shocked and astonished. He immediately put the phone on and approached the two guests.

"Please come in, sir. Let me open the gate and you can put the car in the yard" said the security guard who called the host, while the other guard sat in his chair.

"Oh yes, sir."

Arifa and Farhan immediately got into the car and put the car in accordance with what the security guard said.

After they were in the courtyard of the house, the security guard closed the gate again. Arifa and Farhan got out of the car, along with the security guard who had sat down, now approached them.

"Let me take it."

Arifa and Farhan nodded their heads.

"Thank you."

"Together."

"This is the front door of the house, you just go inside. Keep waiting on the sofa in the living room" the security guard said.

"Good, sir."

"Then I stay in the post again huh."

"Yes, sir" said Arifa and Farhan at the same time.

After the guards left, the two went inside. It turns out that inside no less looks luxurious. There is a lot of CCTV in every corner. Houses with open space models make the room inside look very spacious.

Before long they waited, there was the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. Then came the man referred to by the security guard, the youngest son of Mr. Brama.

"Good morning" greeted the man with a friendly look on his face.

"Again" said Arifa and Farhan standing up.

"Please sit back" the man said. Arifa and Farhan sat back down.

"You must know me, don't you? or do I need to reintroduce myself?"

"May, sir," said Arifa.

The man hissed, "Alright, I'm Danish. My aunt Mr. Brama. So what do you mean you came here?"

"Sir Danish, so here ... "

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