CARRIER (When Destiny Reigns )
season 2 chapter 12

Not only that, Andrea also wrote a letter to Mother and Ari. A letter containing the last message for two figures who are so meaningful. A letter written with all my heart.

Dear Ari, please,

Forgive Brother for not being a good example to you.

Sorry, Brother hurt your heart too much with Brother's talk.

Sorry, had to leave you so soon.

Sorry, Brother gave you the responsibility of the company.

Sorry, Brother left you alone in looking after Mother.

Brother please, continue to be by Mother's side. Never leave your mother for long periods of time. Only you that Mother has.

Thank you for being my best sister.

Thank you for giving me such sincere affection.

Thank you for always being faithful to accompany and support me.

Previously Brother had not had the story of the existence of a woman named Renata. My sister doesn't know him directly, only through social media accounts. However, his existence means so much to Big Brother. Because of him, Brother is now more open to see the circumstances that Brother has faced. I learned a lesson about gratitude and the meaning of life. Until now, my brother has made peace with my destiny.

Brother asked, if Brother is no longer in this world. Brother please, meet Renata. Tell me how much he means in my life.

Brother has been trying to get to know her, only she is not an easy woman to be approached by an unknown man.

For work, I hope you want to learn a lot with Uncle Bram and Yoanna. They will help you to replace Brother.

Thanks again, once again,

From the brother who loved you so much

Andrea Dinata's.

Andrea's tears fell like water tecurah. The chest tightness he felt stopped his hand from continuing to write. The swaying gaze and unbearable dizziness made him force himself to walk towards the bathroom even with shaky steps.

He washed his limbs with water. Then spread out his alphabet even though he had to walk by touching the wall. He stood up and began his worship. Dashingly he stood up, gratefully he did, with a shivering of the body because of happiness he completed two rakaats of his evening prayers.

After the greeting he fell, slumped as if prostrating facing his alphabet. With a pure heart he came home. After his destiny. Ending a life does not mean ending a story. There are memories that live on. There is a story that can be kept.

Destiny has power, even if we have a choice. Nothing can precede destiny, except the permission of the Maha through our prayers and beliefs. However, we often enjoy times of suffering with regret and grievous thoughts. Without us realizing it, there is good in every circumstance, even though it seems bad to us.

No one has perfection in destiny if we consider the happy to perfect. It is precisely that perfect destiny when the heart remains calm, full of confidence in the love of the Maha, despite storms and spring turns to meet us in destiny.

There are times when we do not accept something that happens to us, because we feel that there is no mistake that we make. It is all because we forget, forget a gratitude for all the blessings we have achieved. Forgetting such great happiness, just because of a small storm that shook the boat. Forgetting the many sufferings outside of ourselves, to feel that this is the most suffering figure in the world.

This bad attitude that we cause, all comes from an ungrateful heart and an unwilling mind. This bad attitude not only kills us slowly, but also kills many people, especially those around us, those we love.

Even in the morning, Resi was busy struggling in her kitchen. While Ari was casually waiting at the dining table with his hands fiddling with mobile phones.

Rishi began to arrange the food he cooked on the table. He glanced at the wall clock in the dining room.

“Nak, it's like this. Why hasn't your sister left the room yet?”

“Yes, yes Bun. Try Ari call.”

Ari also walked excitedly, the moment of eating will be a longing for him and Resi. After a few months of not enjoying jokes together at meal time.

Tok!!!

Tok!!!

Tok!!!

Knowing there was no reaction from the brother, Ari also called his brother back. This time with a stronger beat.

Tok!!!

Tok!!!

Tok!!!

“Kak! Don't joke around dong. Open the door.”

Hearing such a strong knock, Resi then got up and walked towards the door of Andrea's room.

“What's up, son? Why are you so strong knocking on your brother's door?”

“So no answer, Bun. Already repeatedly Ari knocked and memamnggilnya.”

“Hah! What the hell is going on. How's this?”

“Shortly, Bun. Ari will peek at Brother from the window that leads to the park.”

Ari immediately ran out of the house. Passing through the swings and the garden chair to Andrea's room window. The whole window is covered in cloth. Not usually Andrea like this, he deliberately put a window in this position solely to enjoy the beauty of the garden and the morning sunlight.

Ari was not out of his mind, he grabbed the stairs at the end of the garden and leaned it on the walls of Andrea's room. He tried to peek at Andrea through the window glass top that is not covered with curtains tightly.

He saw something unusual. He saw his brother prostrating. He immediately went to see his mother.

“Bun, Sister in room. It's like he's prostrating. This is not the time for prayer, is it, Bun? Big brother also can't possibly not hear my strong knock right?”

Ari's breathing gasps, he does not dare to believe under this bad sign, namely the death of the Brother. Resi also cried, his body shook by squeezing both fingers.

Ari, who was impatient to see her brother, decided to break down the door of the room.

“Side, Bun. Let Ari break down, this door!”

With all her might, Ari kicked the door down strongly. Until the second kick, the door is open. Ari and Resi immediately ran up to Andrea.

Resi soft touch Andrea's skin, cold. While Ari just prostrated right next to Andrea. The most harrowing cry occurred at that time.as if the sky was also sad, the dashing sun was shining now hiding behind the white clouds. Drop by drop the raindrops fell wetting this old part.

**Hey ...

Hello, I am the author of CARRIER

My name is Be Maryam.

You can call me Be or Maryam.

Sorry, this is my first novel.

Understandably yes, if the language is rigid and less flowing.

Praise be to the Maha for allowing the novel to be completed until season 2.

I intend to resume season 3 as soon as possible.

Thank you to all the people who want to read my work.

The number of readers became a burning fire that was able to burn my spirit.

Again, I thank you very deeply.

See you in season 3,

Greetings**~