A Will From Mama

C-27

Crossbreed

I tried so hard to convince the girl. And finally after the persuasion of his father and Abah he accepted me.

This morning we are going to have a wedding. In the mama's room, all my family had gathered, Abah, his father and his ruler. I'm not really ready to get married either. But for Mom's sake, I don't want to have to. After the qobul ijab was finished, the girl entered the room of the mother accompanied by flowers. I was not surprised to see him. I just realized she was so beautiful.

After they entered, the father handed his son to me. He also told me to take good care of his son and to guide him on the right path. After that, he salimied my hand and didn't forget he had a kiss. I did the same thing, I held his head. I recite some of him on his head and I kiss him on his forehead.

After we signed our marriage papers. I asked her to approach my mom. Mom held our hands, and told us. We have to love each other. Support each other and should not be separated by divorce. And there are many more mama's messages.

A few moments later, my mom suddenly had a seizure. I checked her situation immediately. Papa helped me too. We are trying to make my mom better. But destiny says something else. Mama breathed her last breath.

Knowing the condition of my mother like this made me hit. Honestly, I'm very sad. My tears kept coming out of my eyes. Not only was the blood also filling my hands. Because I hit the wall so many times that I have nothing wrong with me. I was confused and wanted to forget my emotions. Be the wall my target. Because there's no way I'm beating up people here. Papa's trying to stop my actions. He calms me too.

After happiness comes to us. Now the sadness comes to us. No one is not crying. Papa tried, but couldn't save her. Papa called some nurses and told him to remove all the tools attached to the body of the mother. Because to be honest though I, papa, the flower and the brother of Inspiration can actually do that but for this time no one can afford to do that.

Papa asked me to clean the wound on my hand. I'll grab a p3k in that room. While I was cleaning it, the girl approached me. And he cleaned the wound on my hand.

"Here, let me help you" he said

"Can you"

"Why not, I have also participated in the PMI organization in school. Only a year."

"Oh...."

When we finished, we went back home to the ambulance that was carrying my mother. On arrival at home, all the relatives and some co-workers had gathered.

As time went on, we immediately led mama to her final resting place. Some people have died in this place. But not with me, I sat beside my mother's grave.

"Dok, stop. Don't be too late with sadness. Let's go home, it's late" he said

I looked at him, I looked at his face. But he lowered his face.

"Can we go home now" he said again.

"I want to be here, if you want to go home. Go home first, don't take me."

"Say, listen to him, son. It's been very late afternoon. Soon Maghrib" said papa

"All right pa"

I also agree with their request. We went home by car. And only three with the driver. Because the others have come home from now.

When I got home, I went straight to my room. And don't care about the others. I cleaned my body, and performed the magrib prayer. This time I wanted to be alone, so I didn't join my family.

Since my return from the funeral I locked myself in my room. Until there was a knock on the door that bothered me.

Toks..... Toks..... Toks.....

Many times the door was knocked, but I ignored it. I think I'll stop myself when I'm tired. But my thinking was wrong, the door kept on knocking from the outside and the harder it got. Al results I got up to open it.

"What's up" I asked

"I'm just gonna drop off your dinner. Papa said you didn't come to dinner. And he told me to deliver this food to you"

"Oh.." I took the tray and I went back into the room

I'm honestly hungry too. But I'm lazy to do anything for now. There was food in front of me. I'll finish the food soon.

Wait a minute, I wasn't married. But where's my wife, why isn't she in this room. Doesn't she want to room with me. I don't know, I finished my food first. Just find him.

After eating, I returned the dishes to the kitchen. And while looking for the figure of the girl who has become my wife. But in all the rooms I could not find him. I went back to the room, and as I passed by a guest room. I don't know why I wanted to go into that room. I didn't think I was going into that room.

It's not in the key. I looked in the room and found my wife. He's asleep, I'm approaching him. I noticed her, this time she wasn't wearing her hijab. Her hair is long and very soft and smooth. Soon I was also sleepy, and I slept beside him.