The Pandavas
2. The Death of the Great Lord

An atmosphere of grief enveloped the elite housing in the Kemang area.

From late afternoon until late at night, luxury cars go back and forth and out of the complex.

Good luxury cars from high-end businessmen, celebrities to officials who know well the figure of Ardi Subrata as the founder of a large company Alpha Centauri.

They came to say condolences, and also wanted to see and pay tribute for the last time to the figure of Ardi Subrata.

Yes, Ardi Subrata, a businessman who is very famous for his intelligence, responsiveness, honesty, and again certainly high social spirit.

He has been named one of the most generous businessmen in Asia, entered the list of fifty richest people in Indonesia, and the list of the hundred richest people in Asia, and the list of the one hundred richest people in Asia, making the name Ardi Subrata is indeed very respected.

His figure is also so grounded, making him also very loved by many workers in his company since the company was first established.

I don't know how many thousands of people work in his company and enough until their old age.

Ardi Subrata, not making employment contracts with his workers, it was even forwarded to this day by the grandchildren of his successors, Ziyan and Zion.

Anyone who works well in the company, Ardi Subrata provides an opportunity for them to continue working until the retirement age limit.

"What time is Mr Zion's funeral?"

Asked a man with a thick mustache to Zion, the grandson of the late Ardi Subrata.

"Maybe tomorrow morning sir, we await the arrival of Mr. Ziyan who happened to be flying today from New York, for his wife and children, the possibility of dawn tomorrow has arrived."

Said Zion, who now hosts guests.

Zion who became the successor to her grandfather to take care of the company did not want to still have to meet the mourners even though she felt very sad.

"Well, it's all the creator's will, Mr. Ardi Subrata must now be ready to enter the paradise of Mr. Zion."

Said the man with the thick mustache, clearly he is one of the owners of shares in the Alpha Centauri company owned by Mr. Ardi Subrata,

Zion is seen forcing a smile, she knows that the person is trying to encourage her.

In the room of the house Kemang now looks really filled with mourners who keep coming.

Zia, Zion's wife, is just as busy accepting guests, including Shane, Zion's daughter-in-law.

The body of Mr. Ardi Subrata himself seemed to be stretched out in a room where several guards were guarding.

Zion seemed to walk around the room to meet other guests who had just arrived, although she had been really tired, but she still forced herself because she felt very grateful on the last day of her grandfather, however, many people came to pay their last respects.

And...

Everyone seemed to be so busy on the first floor, even though it was getting late at night.

Two children ran from the second floor and hit many mourners on the first floor.

"Pursuit... Culp... Culp..."

Said one of them.

Both of them ran after the ghost that floated while holding his son.

Zia who saw the ghost of the mother floating while putting on a face melas finally want to excuse the guest who was originally inviting her to talk.

"Gjillian... Scoooots... No, no..."

Zia called out to her two grandchildren who were now trying to jump pull on the dress and the ghostly hair of the mother-daughter who floated away from them.

Scot and Gil, upon hearing the voice of the grandmother, immediately stopped running,

The grandmother approached and immediately reached out to the ears of the two boys,

"Ah ah. geek neeek."

Said Scot,

"We're just playing Nek."

Said Gil,

"How many times has Grandma said, don't be mean to ghosts."

Omel Zia in a soft voice, afraid that many people heard, let alone this was in a position of grief, how would people say if there was a scene of Zia scolding her grandson about the ghost they bullied.

"Let's go up to the third floor, Mama what are you doing."

Zia was upset not playing, she took her two grandchildren to the elevator, did not want him to go up the stairs because the gout could recur.

Heading to the third floor using the elevator, Zia asked her two grandchildren,

"Why did the ghost come here?"

Ting...

The elevator opened, and they walked out of the elevator on the quiet third floor.

"His son was stuck in a tree by Nek's balcony,"

Said Scot,

"Well, how could it be?"

Zia obviously had a hard time believing there were kuntilanak until the child stuck in the front tree.

"Don't know, maybe Nek's move again, hurry up and get stuck."

Gil said.

Said Scot,

Zia sighed,

"Yes, if they fall, they won't fall."

"Next to be counted as Nek's cocoon."

Scot's Law,

"Who?"

"That's a kunti."

"God..."

Zia nodded her forehead.

Before long, one of the doors of the room on the floor was open, looking a young woman coming out from there.

"Oh y'all, why haven't you slept?!"

Angry at Z

Scot and Gil.

Zia bobbing heads,

"You're Zi, your son is a ghost bully, told to tell you."

Upset Zia.

The young woman who was none other than Zizi, the son of Zia was also grinning as she walked closer to her mother who was now walking also towards the sofa set to sit there for a while.

"Once again, guests keep coming, you just go down there, replace your Papa's companion and your husband."

Zia said to Zizi.

"Go in there, sleep!"

Zizi to his two children.

Scot and Gil push each other into their room.

Zia on the sofa seemed to be sitting leaning over tired, tired,

"Would you get Ma a drink?"

Ask Zizi to her Mama,

Zia nodded, though,

"White water alone Zi."

Said Zia.

Zizi nodded, though,

Zizi then walked to the clean kitchen on the third floor, to get her mother's water.

"Bobi and Rain, now sleeping on Zi's second floor?"

Ask Zia.

Zizi who walked over carrying a glass of water seemed to nod,

"So Zizi was sleeping on the second floor, guarding the grandfather's room, but it seemed like the one that had to be taken care of was Scot and Gil, so Zizi moved to the third floor, while Bobi and Rain move the second floor accompany Aron."

Zizi.

Zia took a glass of water from Zizi's hand, and sipped it.

"So Zizi again mules, don't know any kunti bullied,"

Zizi.

"Your son is two, the danger of being unattended, of being tied up in sausages, do you not feel guilty?"

Zia bobbing heads,

He thought he was the only one who failed to educate children, apparently his son also failed to educate children as well.

Zizi sat on the other sofa, accompanying her Mama.

"Enough Ma spelled out too, anyhow the mountain is doing this way, wide streets through here."

Zizi even turns on his crown, the type of parent who does not want his son wrong, wkwkwk...

"Haiish you this, the habit ends up defending the children. Never mind, Mama wants to rest for a while, you come down, pity it Papa and your husband, Uncle Ziyan's family is still a long time to arrive in Jakarta,"

Zia finally said.

Zizi sighed, though,

"Yes... Yep... All right, Ma, Zizi's going down to be the host."

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