[The Legacy Series] REDAMANCY - Love's Timeless Path

2nd Note

I carefully opened the blinds in my office, casting a warm glow on the polished desk cluttered with patient files and medical journals. As I settled into my comfortable chair in my office, surrounded by the subtle hum of medical equipment, the scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, but my attention was elsewhere—on the screen displaying a news article that filled me with pride and joy.

The familiar click-clack of the keyboard echoed in the quiet room as I navigated to the news website. The headline beamed with the accomplishments of the "Andaru Foundation to Improve Healthcare in Indonesia.". My heart swelled with admiration as I clicked on the article, eager to delve into the details of Haira's incredible journey.

I have known Haira and Giandra—her friend—since college, who always have extraordinary ideas, which sometimes amaze me when they both talk about things beyond my competence. As someone who focused on studying *atherosclerosis, **Kawasaki disease, or ***Arrhythmia, hearing them talk about brand value and propositions whose taglines were to be able to reach ideal stakeholders or ideal customers and not just consumer-based, made me amazed at how their brains can process it all.

"What is it again? ****Honeycomb?" I murmured as I clicked the article. Trying to remember the honeycomb-shaped pattern that Giandra always made during meetings with the Andaru Foundation team.

The journalist chronicled her dedication to transforming the healthcare landscape in Indonesia. Her vision extended beyond mere success; it was a testament to her unwavering commitment to improving the lives of countless individuals. The article showcased images of her amidst community initiatives, her eyes alight with passion as she interacted with locals and addressed the healthcare needs of diverse communities.

I propped my chin up and continued reading the article in front of me. I now understand why Oom Linardi—Jagad's father—entrusted the development of the foundation we sponsored to Haira as head of public relations. The point of view taken, the issues raised—everything was in line with our goals. The philanthropic spirit of her mother and the business brain of her father make the girl I admired almost thirteen years ago look magnificent.

In the midst of my serious reading of the article in front of me, suddenly my phone rang, snapping me out of my reverie.

"Hai!" That cheerful voice that greeted my ears reflexively sent a smile to my lips.

"Hmm?"

"How was your day at the hospital?" Her voice, a comforting melody, reached me through the phone. It brought a sense of calm to the chaos that often defined our lives.

I leaned back in my chair, grateful for the brief pause. "Busy and challenging, as usual," I replied with a chuckle. "But you know, the kids made it all worthwhile. How about your day at the foundation?"

Haira's laughter echoed through the phone. "Oh, you wouldn't believe the rollercoaster. We had a press conference for our latest healthcare initiative. It's all over the news now!"

My interest piqued, I leaned back in my chair, eager to hear the details. "Tell me everything. What's the buzz?"

She launched into a vivid description of the day's events, from coordinating with journalists to the challenges of addressing the media. Her passion for the foundation's work shone through her words, and I couldn't help but marvel at her ability.

"And you? Are there any interesting cases at the pediatric ward?" Haira inquired, her genuine curiosity making our conversations a delightful exchange. "Tell me everything, Jen. You know how much I love hearing about your little patients."