A Million Stories

I wait at the door of the Hereafter part 5 (Hororary Story)

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“Mother.. Mother why?! What is not quiet...?!” The head-scratching Goddess was increasingly clueless with Aunt Siti's attitude.

“Young girl..” says Aunt Siti. “Sure, of course you don't understand. Buffered.. On the side of my niece, the person you mentioned earlier, she passed away two years ago.”.

“What...?!” now the Goddess who jumped from her seat. “Mother.. Mom don't joke...!” the girl's voice shook.

“Where do I dare to son, where do I dare to joke.” said Bibi Siti. His voice sounds grim.

Breath of the Goddess. His little heart could not believe what he was hearing. “Lantas.. Then who have I met all this time..?”.

The Aunt shook her head. “I also know son, this is all the power of God.. No need to regret.”.

Goddesses. Immerse the face in both palms of his hands. “Dangga.” wean this girl in heart. “What strange surprise did you give me..?”.

The goddess was full, choking. Now he remembered and realized very well all the strange things he saw from the young man. Starting from his blurry camera when aiming at it, Hoodie Daganga wear not a speck of wet when standing near the waterfall until twice the arrival of Diangga who without sound and surprised him.

Goddess seduced. Tears began to flow from his two eyes. With a voice he spoke. “Instead, the time I met always wear mother's white jacket.”

Auntie Siti wiped her tears welled up and rubbed her nose with a freshly answered. “That was the last outfit he wore. He likes to wear a jacket when traveling.”.

“If you want to know his house,” he said later. “Besides the house is his home..”

The girl again bowed lethargic.how heartbreaking is the uninhabited house. The broken wood drooped, the broken tiles scattered until the weeds were molten wildly, turning into a pointed object that struck his heart.

The goddess did not expect that it would all end this way. She just found out what a hug meant last night. Such a strong hug as if it would never meet again.

“If Diangga has died Mother, where is the grave…? Let me see before I go home, even if it's just his grave.”.

“If you want so, let me show you..”, said Bibi Siti.

In front of the house, the old man called Aunt Siti named Saliman quietly listened to the conversation of the two people inside. He was concerned about the events that befell the Goddess.

The funeral that Bibi Siti went to was the funeral that Dewi passed earlier, namely TPU Kalijati. Dewi walked after Bibi Siti until arriving at the location. Bibi Siti pointed to three tombs lined up. Three gravestones stuck with the names of each occupant. Although the tombstone wood has been weathered and the writing listed is not clear but still read by the Goddess. From the left: Djarot Pangestu, Rumdina and the last one Buffeted.

The goddess knew that the two tombs next to the tomb of Diangga were the graves of her parents. In front of the navel the Goddess's legs trembled, faltered and finally fell to her knees. His hands are stroking the gravestone.

The girl was silent for a long time looking at the grave in front of her. Wild grass filled the graveyard.

“You can now see for yourself son.” Bibi Siti open voice.

The goddess remained silent.

Sayup-Sayup heard meandering azan dzuhur from a distance. Siti said she wanted to go back home. “You want to stay here or come back to Dewi..” ask this woman.

“I'll stay here first Ma'am..” replied Dewi.

Auntie Siti then left the place. Now the Goddess is alone. The girl just remembered the letter Diangga gave her last night. The girl immediately took it from the bag. Open the folded white paper and read it.

Goddesses…

I'm sorry, I made you cry. Now you know why I said last night that we couldn't be together.. Now all the light is in your eyes. I have to go back because I have finished my job. Here I am calm. But my love for you still exists will never fade even though our dimensions are different.

Goddess, take good care of yourself.

Ttd, Buffeted

The goddess held the letter on her chest. His pair of reckless eyes closed, then slowly broke down in tears. His heart was back full. “Instead.” whispered his heart. “Let's calm you there. Peace to you. Even though your body is invisible, your love remains eternal in my heart.. Let me save this love, until I'll be there one day.”.

The goddess lowered the paper, her eyes open. Although he was so happy to read the letter, but he did not understand the words “because I did not finish my task.” While he was pensive with it suddenly his pair of ears heard the sound of steps coming at him. The goddess looked to the right and was shocked.

“Eh, Mang Saliman? Right?” said the Goddess when that person had been standing nearby. This girl stood up as well.

This man just smiled and answered the virgin's greeting. The look on his face revealed a deep concern at the situation the girl in front of him was in.

“I am very saddened by the event that happened naturally neng.” said Saliman. After breathing out, he opened his mouth again. “I'm sorry I secretly listened to that story at home. I want to tell the story of the deceased if neng pleases..”.

“Thank you for your attention Mang, please.. Who knows Mang Saliman's story is of any use.” tells the Goddess.

Saliman nodded and began to tell a story. “Before I worked with Bibi Siti, I worked for her brother Djarot's family as a lackey for any work at home. Already since Diangga my baby became the porters of the Djarot family, until I was considered their own family. Until two years ago, disaster befell his family. At that time the village was holding the Village Chief Election. Djarot Pangestu is running. His only rival is Samkosim. I know Samkosim is being sneaky. He handed out envelopes filled with money to citizens to vote for him. But it was not Djarot who won. The voice he got far outstripped his opponent. Somehow, maybe because the citizens believe, Djarot is an honest person.”

“Two days after he won, he invited his wife and only Diangga children to celebrate with a vacation to the waterfall. Besides still in the village of Karang Tengah, it also does not require much cost.

At that time they want to take photos by asking for help from a visitor. I don't know who or where suddenly someone shot them savagely. They were dead lying on the cliff steps with a leaking heart.”.

Until here the Goddess is stuck. “So they died simultaneously..?” ask this girl with those dirty eyes.

Saliman. “Just look at their death date neng..”

The virgin looked at the dates listed on the three headstones. He gasped, he just realized, their birth dates are different but the dates of death are the same as each other. On the other hand, Dewi also just knew the cause of Diangga's death that she never asked Aunt Siti at all.

“A visitor who asked for help Djarotlah who told the chronology neng...He came at the funeral as well as return the camera he had held.” said Saliman anyway.

The goddess nodded in understanding. But the words of Dianga in the letter still stuck in his heart.

Saliman continued his story. “After the death of one family I worked at Aunt Siti's house. During her time with Aunt Siti, Diangga often met me in the middle of the night. At first I was scared and shocked. But because I was so close to him from childhood, longing overcame my fear. I'm glad to see him again. But the arrival of Dianga makes me wonder, what does he mean to emerge from his realm?. He explained that he appeared to find out who the killer was and would avenge his heartache. I was surprised to hear it and forbade him from doing so. But he insisted. One night he met me and said he had killed the perpetrator.”.

“Who is Mang Saliman?” interrupting Goddess.

“Dirno.”

Goddesses screaming. He remembered the events in front of the inn that night.

“But Dirno is just a neng man..” said Saliman anyway, he connected again. “Two nights ago Buffet came back. He said he killed the man who sent Dirno. He had avenged his heartache to the source of the brain catastrophe of the savage murder itself. I was wide-eyed when he said the person was Samkosim, the Head of Karang Tengah Village.. Look there neng, Samkosim was buried yesterday.”.

The goddess was flabbergasted to hear the last person's name. His gaze was directed at the grave Saliman had appointed. The tomb is located fifty meters to the left of its place. Some people seem to be on a pilgrimage around him.

“That's what I can tell you neng. Beyond that, you already know and experience it yourself. Now I beg you to continue my work.”.

“Thanks a lot Mang Saliman. Your explanation is very valuable to me..”.

Saliman then walked away.

Everything feels bright now. The goddess folded the letter and kept it back. Before returning home, he held Diangga's headstone and spoke softly. “Goodbye Buffet..”

Finishes.

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