My Daughter'S Teacher
MDT

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Agra opened the door and saw Jerry, coming with a suitcase and paper bag filled with food that Agra ordered.

"It's Mr." Jerry stood at the door, because he knew. Agra didn't want him to come in.

"Thank you, did you order tickets for Oma and Lisa?" ask Agra.

"Have you, Miss Alma too, right Sir?" jerry was afraid of being wrong, because he booked three flight tickets to Europe.

"Yes, Papa will come two days later and you'll book a ticket for Papa too. Remember, no one knows. Where they go."

"Good Sir ." Jerry left, then Agra closed the apartment door. And hurried to pull the suitcase back into the room.

Agra looked at the bed, and did not see Jeanny.

"It has been said not to go anywhere, still not submissive "agra's nagging.

Agra heard the sound of water gurgling in the room, Agra moved towards the bathroom and held the doorknob. Agra turned the doorknob, but it didn't open.

"Damn! he locked it."

Tok.dok..

"Jean..!" call Agra, accompanied by a knock on the door.

Tok.btok .

"Honey, open the door." call Agra.

"Don't bother me, you've already taken a shower" Jeanny said from the bathroom.

"There's no prohibition to take a shower back, come on. Open the door, please..!" please Agra in the softest voice possible.

"Why is my voice so clear?" Agra was also disgusted to hear her voice pleading with Jeanny to open the bathroom door.

Finally, having unsuccessfully made Jeanny open the bathroom door. Agra gave up, he came out of the room.

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The Maharani was buried by his men behind the Maharani's private house.

There were no sad eyes, in the eyes of the men who had long worked with the Maharani.

One by one the Maharani men threw stones into the Maharani burrow, the sound of stones hitting the coffin.

plastered..Pleased..The sound of stones hitting the coffin of the Maharani.

Upon completion of the funeral, all left one by one the final resting place of the Maharani.

"After this, what should we do?" ask a Maharani man to Jabrik.

"Go home, work right. Don't do any unlawful work, this. Jabrik gave envelopes to all his co-workers.

"What's this?" ask his partner to jabrik.

"See you" replied Jabrik.

"Saw! we still get the pay? do you have any money?" happy laughter was seen from his colleagues working Jabrik.

"I took it from the Bank, the Maharani's money He doesn't need any more money" Jabrik said.

"Son, this is yours." Jabrik gave the envelope to Samson who sat quietly, without caring what his co-workers were talking about.

Samson picked it up and put the envelope in his jacket pocket.

"Now, we're splitting up here. And, stay away from work like we do now. That money, use it to open a business." Jabrik stood staring one by one the faces of his friends.

One by one they hugged each other, and began to disperse. Now, there are Jabrik and Samson.

"I know, you're the one who eliminated it." Jabrik opened his voice.

Samson lowered his head, then raised his head. Looked.

"You have avenged your father, are you happy?" ask Jabrik.

"Not yet, because I haven't had time to tell him. Me, son. What he left behind was a kara. Son, whose father he snatched in front of his eyes. A child forced to fend for himself, to grow up..!" Samson evaporated his emotions, which had been kept tight.

No one knows, the relationship between Samson and the Maharani. Just Jabrik, that's also because. Unintentionally, Jabrik saw a picture of one family. The Maharani with a man and a child.

The Maharani removes the husband, and carries away the husband's treasure. Leaving the son who was then only 5 years old, along with the servant.

Axel Subroto, although still 5 years old at the time. But, he remembered everything with what happened before his eyes. Moreover, his father's loyal servant. Always telling her family's past. Thus, Axel never forgets the cruelty of Maharani. Her mother's.

"Why don't you tell the Empress when you find out who I am?" samson asked Jabrik.

"I work, not to interfere in the personal matters of Madam Maharani. That's both of you're business, now. What are your plans for this house? are you gonna stay here?" ask Jabrik.

"No! I'm going back. I don't want to live with him, even if it's just a tomb. You, I leave this house and this land to you. Do what you want to do to this land and this house. I don't want to touch a woman's treasure, this money. Give it to the orphanage, have them pray for the woman. So that his spirit does not fall." Samson took out the envelope that Jabrik had given him, and gave it back to Jabrik.

After giving the envelope to Jabrik, Samson got up from his seat. Walking towards the backyard, he walked towards the Maharani tomb. The woman who had brought him into the world, and also the woman who had made him lose his father figure in time.

Samson stood in front of the still-wet tomb.

"I hate you so much! actually, I don't want to finish you off so soon. I wanted to see you apologize at my father's grave, but. You're getting out of control, you're getting more and more anxious about eliminating people you don't like. I'd better get rid of you, right now. Hopefully, my father forgives you." Samson/Axel looked at the chicken roosters, picked them up and placed them on top of the belly button of the woman who had given birth to them. Then, Samson/Axel left the still wet tomb.

Before getting into his car, Samson shook Jabrik's hand.

"Thank you, you didn't divulge my identity to her. I'm going, take care of yourself." Samson/Axel turned his heel and stepped inside his car.

"I'm waiting for you here, My brother..!" exclaim Jabrik, but. My brother, it is only spoken in the heart.

Samson took out his hand, and waved at Jabrik.

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Marco rushes to meet Albert at the apartment, and delivers a letter to Albert.

"Boss, there's a letter up at the office" Marco said, handing Albert the envelope.

"There's no sender's name" murmured Albert.

"Who sent it?" ask Albert to Marco.

"Put it on the windshield, Boss," replied Marco.

Albert opened the envelope and it contained a picture of the Maharani and at the funeral of the Maharani.

"Is this right?" Albert asked Michael.

"What's it say?" ask Michael.

"Maharani died" replied Albert.

"Marco, you investigate." Albert told Marco, who was still standing waiting for an order from Albert.

"Good." Marco leaves Albert's apartment.

"Died! because what? isn't there a letter inside, other than the picture?" ask Michael.

Albert took out all the contents in an envelope, and there was a piece of mail.

Albert reading.

To Mr. Albert Wijaya.

The enmity between Madam Maharani and Madame Gracia is over, Madam Maharani is dead. I send you a picture of Maharani's dead mistress, tell Mr. Agra Barend. We will not disturb his family, for we have nothing to do with the Maharani. We're just men.

"Who sent this letter? the writing is also very bad," said Michael who also read the letter addressed to Albert.

"Maybe this is just a joke, so Agra was off guard. He attacked" Michael said.

"I have to see Agra" Albert said.

"Tomorrow, you just call, he doesn't pick up. Maybe he's in bed again, don't bother." Michael prevents Albert from seeing Agra.

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At the apartment, Agra and Jeanny are enjoying dinner. The two of them kept quiet, ever since Jeanny came out of the bathroom. Agra.

"Why is he silent? face like a monkey's ass, red and wrinkled." Jeanny's inner.🤔😄

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to be continued