An Unassumed Marriage

It's gone

Anisa half ran across the main door, followed by Pram who in the end first arrived at the destination.

Where Bu Farida seemed unconscious among her husband, Aisyah. Azis and Aisha's two children were crying hysterically.

"Mother?" Anisa covers between Aisha and her two children.

Anisa's hand shook the shoulder of the mother lying below. "Mother why? Well, Akak?"

Anisa's question no one answered, everyone who was there looked panicked.

Mr. Joni looked confused and flustered at the unconscious wife.

Azis and Pram took the initiative to lift Farida's body up on the sofa.

"Sir Ayesha, what's the mother?" Anisa asked her sister again, she panicked and was astonished that she had just come out. The mother is fine.

Then Anisa went in search of wind oil.

"Mom!" joni muttered when he saw his wife open her eyes and spread her eyes to those there.

I don't know what became the murmur of Bu Farida who after that closed his eyes and body parts, like the hand that Pram had stored on the stomach. He squeezed and fell hanging.

Pramana also Azis touched in front of her nose Mother Farida then muttered. "Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi rojiun!"

Deghs.

Aisyah was shocked to try to hold the hand of the mother who had indeed lost her pulse. Aisyah immediately screamed. "Mother ...."

Anisa who had just set both her feet on the ground floor after taking the wind oil! hearing the voice of the brother's screams and also the other muttering that called out innalillahi wa inna ilaihi rojiun, with reflexes both knees Anisa quivered. Squeeze instead of walking to get close. Instead his body was shed to the floor and his chest was so tight in his chest.

Pramana, who saw his wife sitting weakly on the floor, immediately jumped up and lifted her body.

"Yank, why's mom?" with a slightly raucous voice as if stuck in the throat holding back the already impatient cries.

"Mother is no more, baby!" he answered Permana while walking carrying Anisa's body to one of the sofas.

"W-what. Mom died?"

"Patience, dear? sincere ... We really have no power and effort! the fact is that every human being lives and dies depends on an almighty will." Pramana tried to calm his wife and hugged her very tightly.

Anisa's gaze escaped towards the mother who was being hugged by Aisyah while crying bitterly. Anisa also wanted to hug her mother and cry there.

But for a while Pramana held it and let Anisa cry in her chest.

"Cry on my chest, in my arms! but don't cry near your mother" Pramana said to her.

A moment later Azis also calmed his wife, kept away from the mother who now wanted to be moved to a more free place by Pak Joni who tried to be strong and strong, the brother was also a driver.

Dea who tried to calm her father's two children Aisha and a little away. While Deni called the doctor to get rid of the curiosity whether Ms Farida really died or did she just faint? or maybe they should be taken to the hospital.

While his mother Dea and Deni prepared pillows and blankets in his carry to the neighbors nearby was coming, and wanted to ensure the condition of Ms Farida including pak ustadz.

Not alama then. The doctor came and immediately examined Ms. Farida, after back and forth examination and the results remained the same! if Ms. Farida had died, she would have gone home to the Almighty.

"Mother Farida is gone, she's gone quietly!" the doctor said as he spread his gaze to everyone who was there.

Hysterical cries were heard from Aisyah and Anisa. Mr. Joni just looked down sadly crying without a sound.

Pramana hugged his wife again, saying. "We can grieve and cry for the dead, but we must not overdo it. Therefore it is the same as we do not accept the destiny of Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala."

Hearing that Anisa became calmer and her crying was no longer hysterical or lamenting, Anisa sighed deeply to control her emotions and tried to be firm and patient.

Likewise with Aisyah, she lifted her face while wiping her face that was flooded with tears. Several times he inhaled a lot of air, then he exhaled very regularly and Aisyah began to rise. He knew that all who lived would die.

Then Farida's mother was properly taken care of, the house became so many people! close neighbors, families and distant ones also arrived including the family of Mr. Lukman who had returned and mingled there.

Something really stung. As if replacing the heartbeat felt by Anisa and Aisyah as her daughter from Farida's mother, who did not feel the slightest sign of her return and left them all.

Even at night, Ms. Farida was immediately buried, by agreement with her family and residents.

The atmosphere is increasingly gripping when the seconds of the body are inputted into the last place house.

The recitation of the holy verses and the prayer continues to echo with what is now the bedding of Mother Farida into a red land, sprinkled with flowers and the best prayers! which keeps coming out of the mouths of those who deliver it to the pit.

Under the moon's timid light to reveal herself as a witness NU Farida was buried.

Making the night no one sleeps because it immediately holds a lesson of study, which makes the house so boisterous and crowded with the sound of the holy verse of the Quran sounding melodious. Sending prayers for the late.

Farida's mother left quietly after the wedding reception of her youngest daughter Anisa. No last word or will to husband or children! he just passed by.

Pramana and Anisa's plan to return home that morning, was forced to postpone due to grieving. At least one week ahead.

In the evening again. After attending the lecture, which was held after the Magrib Anisa service was silent in the room. He chose himself to remember the mother who now lives memories.

Pramana just came in. After she chatted with the others downstairs, Anisa chose to be alone in the room while looking at her mother's photo. Together with the flow of tears that continue unbearable.

For a moment Pramana stood at the door staring at the wife. Then Pram did not forget to close the door which then approached the wife who was sitting on the bed while daydreaming.

"Darling, haven't you eaten yet? eat first you'll be sick." Pramana opened the conversation while sitting next to his wife after crawling up onto the bed.

Anisa turned her head while saying with her raucous voice. "Dining last night, I ate bread."

"Have you really eaten? I didn't see him!" Pram gets closer and caresses the tip of the wife full of overtime.

"I ate it, if I don't believe it! look at the trash! there was a trace of it," Anisa gently pointed towards the trash can.

"Oh yes, if you have eaten. I'm just worried that you haven't eaten! when we eat together, you don't eat!" anisa's head was pulled into Pramana's chest.

"I didn't expect at all that mom would leave so soon. Without the last word he was given to me hik-hik-hiks!"

Pramana stroked Anisa's hair that was on her chest. "That is the secret of God, dear, and we never know when we will leave this world!"

"If only mother got sick first, it might be clearer and I as her daughter would take care of her first, but Mother just left!" he added Anisa with a very loud and quiet voice.

"Maybe I don't want to trouble her children, to take care if she's sick and in that way she doesn't bother anyone, she leaves so quietly and may God put her by her side!" timpalnya Pramana while tightening his embrace.

"I haven't been able to make my mother happy, which I embarrassed her with yesterday's incident!" anisa's tears were falling so hard in the chest of Pram's field.

"Not to be remembered, darling! now you are my wife and send me the best prayers for my mother!" said Pramana softly and while continuing to caress Anisa's hair very gently. No doubt a friendly kiss landed on the head of Anisa ....

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