Under the Black Umbrella
delivering a will

" If it has been your father and grandfather's decision, then do it, Nduk! Moreover, it is their last request entrusted to you."

Eyang Sosro handed the envelope back to Ghavi.

His granddaughter's back was filled with affection.

It is quite a heavy burden entrusted to his grandson considering his age is also very young. At the age of twenty years that Ghavi has been burdened with various things.

In addition to monitoring the movement of restaurants and rented, the mature brown-skinned girl also had to take care of the orphanage that had been managed under the auspices of the grandfather. Now he's the one who should be responsible for the smooth running of the parlour.

Not to mention the problem of his match with the son of his father's best friend who he himself does not know what kind of person because he has never met even once.

" Okay, Eyang. I will try to accept it with sincerity."

He had old eyes. He is the only family he has at the moment.

" I'll see them, Eyang."

Eyang Sosro nodded in understanding with maxed out the words of his grandson. The back of her grandson's hand gave her support.

"But before that, I want to visit the graves of my mother, father and grandfather" he continued.

" Alright, Nduk. Whatever your decision, you will always support. As long as it's still in the good path of course."

" Thank you, Eyang!"

Ghavi hugged his eyes again. His heart was relieved after revealing its mass to his eyes. Now he feels confident in his decision.

Two days later, Ghavi returned to Jakarta to visit the graves of his parents and grandfather.

In addition, he was also asked to come to the restaurant who was having a little problem.

" Dad, Mom, I'm coming. How are you guys doing? I hope you're okay."

Ghavi stroked the tombstones of his father and mother alternately. The removal of grass that began to grow on the stone pebbles spread above the navel.

" Father, Ghavi has conveyed the trust of father and grandfather to the eye. They support whatever my decision is. And I've decided to fulfill all your requests" he said.

" You can go quietly now. From here, I'll see Om Rudi."

For the second time Ghavi rubbed a tombstone in front of him.

After praying, Ghavi went home because he had been awaited by the restaurant manager and his grandfather's lawyer.

While visiting his grandfather's grave, he postponed it until the next day.

As soon as he arrived at the residence of Umar, Bu Yoyon immediately informed him that his guest had arrived. Ghavi then met his guests who had waited long enough in the workspace of his late grandfather.

" I'm sorry, I came late," he said greeting his guests saru by one.

" It's okay. I will wait patiently" said the grandfather's lawyer smiling.

" It seems Mr. Rama is a little busy. It is evident from the way he sits restlessly. Haha .. ," the lawyer laughed.

" all right. Let me talk to Mr Rama first then?!" Ghavi turned to the lawyer who immediately nodded in agreement.

For a long time, Ghavi also seemed serious about talking to his grandfather's confidant. Occasionally Ghavi seemed to frown upon hearing all the words of the vice-chairman of the restaurant.

" Hmm, okay. If that's what it's like. I ask Mr. Rama to handle for a while. Tomorrow morning I will come to visit," Ghavi decided on a conversation.

Mr. Rama nodded. Shortly thereafter, he continued his work.

Ghavi and his grandfather's lawyer.

" What's important, you've got to get back here?" ask Ghavi curiously.

The day before his departure for Jakarta, his grandfather's lawyer called him and asked for time to meet him.

" Look, I intend to convey Mr. Herman's will. He ordered to read immediately the will he wrote, exactly one hundred days after his death. Because in that period of time you were busy in the campus, so I postponed it for a while. Now is the time for me to read out what points he has written here."

Lawyer Lukman lifts sealed brown envelope.

" I have contacted anyone who has the right to hear it. They're coming soon, "he said.

Soon, five people were referred. Three of Ghavi knew him, though only briefly. That was when Ghavi went to accompany his grandfather to the orphanage and introduced them as caretakers. They were Mr. Danar, Mr. Vishnu and Bu Nita, the only women present.

The other two Ghavis had never known him.

" Please sit down, gentlemen!"

Ghavi invited his guests to sit on a sofa, while he and his lawyer sat in his grandfather's office.

" Thank you!" said one of the two people Ghavi did not know, while the other nodded with a smile.

" Good, there's no need for much pleasantry. We just get to the core of the problem" said one person from whom Ghavi is not yet familiar.

If examined from the looks of it, that person was the youngest among the five others. His extremely neat appearance with the black suit he was wearing, it seemed like he was quite an important person. His minus glasses framed the glare of his sharp, piercing eyes. Luckily he had a handsome face that covered his eagle's eyes.

" Ehm!!" The lawyer broke the silence after a few minutes of silent voices with each other's thoughts.

" Formerly, introduce! He is Mr. Han, the person who has always been a regular donor at the LIGHT Orphanage." Lawyer Lukman pointed to the man in a black suit who had asked to speed read a will.

" And next to him is his assistant."

Show it to the person who says thank you.

For others I'm sure you know each other. It's just these two that Ghavi may not have known him.

" good. I won't beat around the bush anymore. As you can see, Mr. Herman made a will. The letter was inside this envelope that was clearly sealed. And that means, after this writing this secret document is locked and will only be opened soon," Lawyer Lukman began to open the conversation.

Lawyer Lukman enlists the help of Mr. Han's assistant to unseal. Once the seal is opened, it appears that several sheets of files are stored in it.

" Let's hear the contents of Mr. Herman's will together" he said in a breath before finally reading the letter.

" I am the undersigned, Herman Wicaksono means:

Giving some of my possessions both moving and immovable to Ghavi Princess Umar, daughter of Umar Wicaksono and Diana, who is none other than my only granddaughter.

A land and residential building covering an area of 547m2 located on the street xxx no. z, z,

A restaurant with an area of 1324m2 located on Jalan M, M,

A sports car, and other moving treasures, a,

The piece of land on which was built was a seven-door contract."

Until here Lawyer Lukman stopped.

His views fell on Ghavi.

" Ghavi, may I ask you a favor?"

" If I could ... " Ghavi smiled and nodded.

" Then, please call Mr. Ayoyon right now. Bring him here now."

" Eh, Mr Yoyon?!" ghavi asked confusedly. But the girl still carried out Mr. Lukman's orders even though her head was filled with questions.

What is Mr Yoyon involved for?!

Five minutes later Ghavi brought back a frightened-looking Mr. Yoyon.

Ghavi told him to sit in his seat and chose to stand next to Mr. Yoyon.

" Not be afraid. It's okay" he whispered as if he knew what the middle-aged man was thinking.

The reading of the will of pu continued.

" We continue!" The man in black interjected.

" Faster is better because for me time is money. The more we waste time, the more I lose."

Ghavi glared at Pak Han's arrogant-sounding words. Others just act flat because they are used to it.

" This is written here, that:

The building as large as the above, Ghavi must leave it to Mr. Yoyon, as a sign of gratitude for having served the Herman family for approximately twenty-five years," continued Mr. Lukman.

" What??" yoyon Sir Pekik was surprised. The man shook his head in refusal.

" No ... ." Not yet done continuing his sentence, Ghavi told him. Mr. Yoyon shrieked with a bowed face.

" For others, according to the will as you all know that the orphanage of LIGHT will still be managed by the old caretaker. Only the difference is that the ownership that used to be in the name of Herman Wicaksono switched hands to Mr. Han, according to a letter that I had shared the other day. Got any questions??"

" When do I have to hand over my contract certificate to Mr. Yoyon??" Ghavi opens his voice.

"Do you agree?" asked Mr. Lukman to look seriously at the face of his friend's grandson.

" Why not, Mr. Yoyon and his wife are meritorious people to the Herman family. Without his help we would not be what we are today. If I may propose, I also want to give the car that he has been carrying every flat wherever I go. It was my car a gift from my parents a year ago.,"

" No need, Non. I don't deserve all this. As long as I am trusted to work here is leih of enough," said Mr. Yoyon refused.

" No, Sir. You deserve all of that. You don't have to worry, even though I lost my car, I've got a sports car owned by my grandfather that is much nicer and expensive," he said laughing...

Finally, after being persuaded, Mr. Yoyon also wanted to receive a home certificate and car letter belonging to Ghavi witnessed by all who were present there.

" Thank you, Non!" he hugged Ghavi's petite body full of haru. It didn't feel like she was shedding her tears.

After all the signing of the files was completed, Ghavi asked Mr. Han for time.

" Em, sorry, Mr. Han. Can you just have a minute?" tanyanya doubt. Actually the girl is lazy to do it, but this is for the sake of grandfather's trust.

"Ok, ten minutes!" answer's short.

Everyone finally came out of the grandfather's study to the dining room to eat together because Bu Yoyon had prepared it, except for the two who were still staying.

" Say!" mr. Han's orders without further ado.

Ghavi degrades. He sat on the sofa opposite Mr. Han.

"Mmm, earlier I'm sorry!"

Ghavi started the conversation.

" I actually also got an unwritten will from my grandfather that basically I have to keep taking care of the children. But honestly, somehow why the property rights of the parlour can fall into your hands when, as far as I know the parlour was in the name of my grandfather."

" Then the problem??" Mr. Han raised his eyebrows.

" The problem is, grandfather transferred ownership rights to someone else without any notice to me. The problem is, can I still go directly to take care of the home according to my grandfather's last trust?"

" That is to say, can I still be involved in parlour activities, considering that the parlour is already your right?!"

***

The sky was getting dark, a sign of rain falling. However, it did not make the body of a black hooded girl who was squatting next to the navel in a public cemetery in his city. The girl still looked solemnly offering prayers to the grave expert. Occasionally his shoulders go up and down to the rhythm of his crying.

" Grandfather, Ghavi said he should go home first. Ghavi promised, Kek, Ghavi will try to sincerely accept this all according to Grandpa's wishes," he said at the pusara beside him.

Sown flowers along the navel and then rubbed the signboard for the last time, before finally moving slowly to leave the tomb.

The black clouds that turned into dew points were falling down started to become a rain spray. The black-hooded girl who calls herself Ghavi begins to speed up her steps as if chasing the increasingly heavy rain.

His veil waved in the wind as if to say goodbye to the navel he visited just now.

" This is her umbrella, Non!"

A middle-aged man who had been standing in the entrance of the cemetery immediately thrust a black umbrella at the girl who immediately greeted him.

The man simply nodded in response to his master's granddaughter. They continued their journey home after previously taking a car at the cemetery.

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