Animal Sacrifice For Mother

27. Awareness Wave

Brother Arif broke the curtains of Inaq's room. He's speechless. His eyes stared at the old body wrapped in a blanket. Was it true that Rahman said that Inaq was okay?

Slowly, brother Arif left Inaq's room. He sighed. In his heart was tucked into worry about the drastic changes that had happened to Inaq. This morning, Inaq looked fine.

The rain this morning has stopped. And only leaving hundreds of m3 of stagnant water filled every inch of the road hole, as well as the front yard of the house.

“Kak Arif want coffee?”

Rahman greeted when Arif was still late in his worries about Inaq's situation. Brother Arif looked over. Smilingly. For a moment stopped his slow steps leaving Inaq's room. Then nodded, willing.

Rahman returned Arif's smile. He went into the kitchen. Meanwhile, Arif continued his steps towards the room. In the room, he immediately pulled out his favorite guitar from the bag. Then played.

No song came out of Arif's mouth. He just strummed the six-string arrangement of the guitar eloquently, full of passion. Sometimes his head looks up. Trying to absorb every note that came out of the results of his hand quotes.

“This is the coffee, sis.”

Brother Arif half-turned, changing the direction of his sister. Again, he smiled. Don't forget to say thank you. Rahman responded by putting a coffee cup on the floor. And sit with Arif.

Not long. Arif asked Rahman to tell him about everything Inaq said when he was not home. Now brother Arif hugged his favorite guitar, not played. He focused on hearing every explanation that came out of the mouth of his sister who tried to convince him that it was true Inaq only needed rest.

Arif's worries were slightly lessened when Rahman smiled ending his explanation with a sentence; Inaq would be fine.

Go on and on, as if Arif's big-handed dance found no reason to stop strumming all six of his favorite guitar strings. Although the sound of their singing already showed signs of dislikeful sadness, they had to accept his presence as the fruit of the song they were singing together.

Dragged flow of song lyrics, plus a loud wave of awareness made both silent. Really speechless. Look at each other. Silent. Arif's room is no longer decorated with idol singer posters, but rather glassy eyes.

“Ekheem.”

Rahman. He rises. Leaving brother Arif alone without even a word. I don't know. Arif doesn't know, but he understands why his younger brother is like that. He thought, maybe Rahman did not want to be seen crying in front of him.

Arif is the same. To be honest he held back his tears from dripping down his cheeks. He tried to avoid the violent lunge of the consciousness wave that felt increasingly hard hit.

Is it true that a song verse fragment is indeed able to change a person's feelings if the song seems to be created from the reality that is happening to the singer or connoisseur of the song itself?

At least that's how Arif and Rahman felt. They are sad, even almost crying because they are too deep to live every poem born from the hands of the Indonesian music legend as well as being a favorite singer kak Arif. Iwan Fals-Mother.

How not, every song verse was able to present fragments of Inaq's struggle for them. Increasingly, fragments of Inaq's struggle actually form a whole picture in the minds of both. All of that must be avenged even though it can never be avenged.

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