The Ghost Writers
Grandfather

Next day.

I was ready to visit the Ningrat family together with my best friend, Agatha. I bathed the rainbow and I will wash it before I leave. Peel the Rainbow to Aunt until later the brothers come to accompany my little princess and the Father who I had to leave because I had to finish this case. Robby reported that he went straight to the office considering that there is a lot of work that must be completed immediately and is trying to go home as soon as possible because he was overtime last night. Of course I can't wait for his return because I miss my husband too.

"I'm sorry, sir. Alia's so nerepotin," I said unkindly.

"Mother is happy to play with Rainbow," he replied as mentoel cheek puffed my daughter.

Rainbows clapping hands look carefree while enjoying fresh fruit pieces in a bowl that I have prepared complete with forks and aprons hanging from the neck.

Finally, Agatha and I finished breakfast. We were preparing to leave, but again, the rainbow seemed to realize it would be left behind. Aunty was already holding my little princess who was ready to launch tears of sadness and a face of light. Yes, a surefire technique to make me feel as guilty as I've been for not going to ask her.

"Let's feed the fish in the pond. The fish is laper. Rainbow forgot yes not bribe his fish," asked the Father who was so shrewd seduce Rainbow so as not to get me away from his side.

"Fish! The fish!" exclaim Rainbow happy.

The aunt who initially looked anxious if my son cried immediately smiled. Agatha and I slipped away intentionally unsaid for fear that the rainbow would cry. I saw Father and Aunt swiftly bringing the little one to the backyard to feed the fish. Agatha quickly started the engine of the car and I immediately sat down next to her.

"All the preparations for war are secured?" agatha looked at me seriously.

"Yes, Mam," I replied steadily, though inwardly wanting to laugh because we both styled like girls in action movies.

Agatha immediately pressed the gas pedal and drove her car out of my yard. Now, we will both visit the residence of the Ningrat family in North Jakarta. I have prepared a black book of the Roman Scriptures which I will give to the Empress as her wife. Ex-wife, to be exact.

I heard from rumors that circulated after the Roman script in prison, the Ningrat family betrothed the Empress to a businesswoman with the status of a widower. But he said the Queen's two children did not match the son of the rich widower. Their children quarreled with each other until the match failed.

From there I can see if in fact the children of the Roman Scriptures still miss the figure of the Father even though he had to be entangled with the law and languish in prison. Unfortunately, the Ningrat family who wanted to maintain authority, did not allow his two children or even his ex-wife to just visit in the cell. The empress was even forced to divorce with the Roman Scriptures in order to preserve the good name of the family. The news had become trending for several months until it was no longer heard. Ordinary, money silences everything.

Of course the unilateral decision made a wound for the self of the Roman Scriptures. I clearly remember the affection of the two of them when working on the Romans first. The empress even once said spicy to me because she was so proud of her husband even though it was not shown directly. It's just, I'm a woman. Without the Empress saying that, I could figure it out. Hem, a woman's instinct.

Until finally the journey for approximately 2 hours was over. Agatha and I who have visited the Ningrat residence before are ready if we have to accept the unfriendly welcome as before. But this time the situation is different. Agatha's car stopped in front of the Ningrat family's super sturdy gate because the fence alone was made of thick black iron. Cage all the luxuries stored in it.

"Good morning" I said kindly as I got out of the car.

The originally ferocious-looking security guard suddenly frowned. I keep smiling because I know him. Because he once threw me out.

"If not wrong ... You're Alia Pitaloka right?" tanyakanya. Practically, I answered with a nod. "Please enter. You've been waiting," continued the security guard who surprised me enough. Where's tumben?

I got back in the car and Agatha swiftly stepped on the gas pedal. Agatha parked her car next to a black sedan in the front yard. When Agatha and I got out of the car, suddenly the main door of the white-dominated mansion opened. I saw the Empress looking tense as she hurriedly walked down the stairs and came to me. I can see if he's worried about something. I thought, Did ... she already know about the Romans?

"Hello, Madame Empress. How are you?" my sap is friendly while bowing a little.

"really that? Scripti ... Aksara has died? Hang yourself?" tanyanya who apparently already knew the news. Kulirik Agatha and she chose to turn her face away.

"Yes. Back then, it was me and my family who found Mr. Aksara's body in a rented house" I replied honestly.

Instantly, the Empress Madam cried. He bowed his mouth tightly and collapsed on the stone floor. I'm surprised Agatha is like that. We are confused because the ex-wife of the Roman script seems so grieved over the departure of her ex-husband for good.

"Mrs! Madam!" call the security guard who seems to be watching and come to us immediately. Agatha and I who were crouching next to the Empress were forced to leave because the security guard woke up her master.

"News is true .. it's not a hoax ... Aksara .. hiks, Aksara ...," he said with a cry.

Kupandangi the Empress with a look of pity. I should feel a little strange when the news that blows about unilateral divorce, the failure of arranged marriages, until the children of the Roman script choose to study abroad not in Indonesia, effective a compulsion. It seems, either the Empress or the two children of Aksara, not as thought with the lifestyle of the Ningrat family. Yes, as the name suggests, the Ningrat family is aka wealthy.

"Mrs, we better get inside. The purpose of both of us coming here is because there are other important things that want to be conveyed," I said slowly because I knew if the Empress was grieving.

The beautiful woman nodded. The guards helped her stand up while Agatha cleaned the Queen's dirty skirt exposed to the ground. The empress looked so shaken that the road just staggered. I followed the Empress until we entered the house and sat in the living room.

Before long, a waiter came to give us a snack for the three of us. The security guard came out after making sure his employer was okay. I saw around where the big and magnificent house was deserted. I took the black book out of my tote bag and showed it to the Empress. I saw his eyes locked onto the black-bound book.

"That's ...," he said as if recognizing the book.

"Before he died, Mr. Aksara Roma sent me this book through an online motorcycle taxi driver. If I hadn't just opened the last page, I probably wouldn't have known until now that Mr. Aksara had taken his life" I said, causing the Empress to cry again, even though I saw him trying to toughen up.

I gave the book to her because I think the Queen deserves to know. However, I also felt that the Roman Script was deliberately giving it to me because he knew that I would leave it to the family. My feelings are uncertain. I could only shut up and get swept back in grief after reading the contents.

I saw the Empress open sheet by sheet from the book. She was just like me, those tears were flowing. Kulirik Agatha, but my friend chose to sip tea served in a ceramic cup and enjoy a snack of cashew nuts. And I, still silently gazing at the Empress who unceasingly called the name of the Roman Scriptures like so lost. Until suddenly ....

"Why are you crying over a useless man like the Roman script, Empress? He had already died because of his stupidity and incompetence as a man!" said a man whose figure had emerged from a door and was now descending the stairs.

My eyes instantly widened and locked onto the grizzled old man where I was certain that he was the father of the Empress. Yes, Mr. Duke Ningrat Kertarajasa. Indonesia's leading business people in the mining sector, property, and many more. The man who never agreed to the Queen's relationship with the Roman Scriptures.

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