Bloody Pesantren

Funeral

Dotty

But Able to Shake Qalbu

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Prangs!!

My eyes that began to close open again heard the glass cupboard in my room suddenly broke.

I held my nape. Gooseflesh. That's how I feel now, when all of a sudden the air inside my room turns cold.

"What's up?!" I turned towards Ilham who ran frantically into the room. I was still in shock, just looking at him confused. I don't know what really happened either.

The roar of Inspiration was clear, he immediately pulled me out of the room, closed the door and locked it.

I who was still confused by what happened was just silent, with my mind still raging.

"What did you feel? Is there any smell of that jasmine again?" I'm shaking. Inspiration immediately invited me to sit on the sofa. We are already in the living room.

"I'm fine Ham, I was just surprised.What exactly does that jasmine fragrance have to do with this incident?"

Prangs!!

Prangs!!

I shudder, horrified. I heard a voice coming from my locked room.

"What's up, Ra, Ham?" I and Ilham turned to find Grandma who had woken up with Adam in her cradle. I looked at Ilham more and more confused, what should I say.

"Miss, Inspiration asks to take Adam to the room"

"Yahoo!!!"  I heard a scream of pain from inside my room.

"Great!" Inspiration immediately ran towards the door of my room which began to rage from within, he held it back so as not to open.

Grandma did not touch the words of Inspiration earlier, she was still standing in her place, with Adam who turned out to be awake and looked frightened.

Think Ra! Don't just shut up!

I ran to Ilham, helping him keep the door of the room open.

"Why are you here?! Go quickly! Take Grandma with Adam to hide!" I shook my head hard. How can I leave Inspiration alone, if something unwanted happens later how? Has he gone mad.

"How can I still be crazy, Ra?!" I growled in annoyance. It could be in a situation like this he can still read my mind. Hold Ra, don't let your emotions keep slamming him here. It could be that subtle creatures can break in.

"Kok quit?" I and Ilham looked at each other in wonder. The door that had been pulled from the inside suddenly stopped. There's no sound.

"He's gone" I turned to Grandma. Go? How did Grandma know?

Inspiration opened my room door.

"Geez!" I was suffocating, widening my eyes at my room which was already like a broken ship.

Glass shards are everywhere, cabinets, beds, dressers, all have moved from their original place.

I saw Ilham immediately running towards the window.

"Worthy" he muttered annoyed.

"Why?" I walked up to him. To see what made him angry

"So you forgot to close the window?!" Inspiration looks at me sharply.

"Where do I know Bambang!" I did not know that my bedroom window was open, I just went in and put the loose bag out to meet my grandmother and came back in when I took the face and just now, when I was about to sleep.

"Who's Bambang? Why do you like to mention her name?!" I scratched my head that wasn't itchy.  Silence Ra, free to explain the same human who does not know modern trends.

"Always keep quiet if I ask. yesterday Malik now Bambang, who else?!" The idea of closing the window strongly enough made me a little surprised.

I looked at him in wonder, You strange human being. What does it have to do try, why he should be angry is not clear just because of trivial things like this.

Inspiration seemed to catch his breath, closing his eyes for a few seconds.

"We have 1 hour left to sleep, if you want to be literate until morning. Please!."  Inspiration walked out leaving me alone.

"Well, is that anybody?" Some can explain to me, why Ilham suddenly like a child like that.

I came out of my room which now looks not like a room anymore. I saw a lot of scratches on the walls, and door leaves. I closed the door again before running to Grandma's room. However, I need to sleep even though it's just a little, because from yesterday I was sleep-deprived because of these strange things.

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As planned, the next morning I, my grandmother, Adam and Ilham were preparing to go on pilgrimage to the graves of my father and mother. Although my eyes are like glue, I force them. I don't want to let Adam down, it's his first time leaving.

Inspiration goes first with Adam in his arms. The little boy apparently heard the incident last night, and scared him until now. I was walking in the back while holding Grandma.

I stared at Ilham's back, for some reason from dawn he just kept quiet.

I also wonder the same to myself why suddenly chattering with her. has been dizzy Barbie's head.

The funeral we were going to was not too far from home, so it didn't take long to get there.

I was stunned in front of the funeral door, swallowing my saliva with great difficulty. How not, the strange thing happened again.The terrible appearance I saw again and now very clearly wandering in front of my eyes.

I can't make eye contact with them, they can't know that I can see them.

"You must be ordinary" I turned to Ilham who was now beside me. I nodded

"I can't see them, but I know they're not a little here" Inspiration is right, almost the entire cemetery is filled with abstract creatures that vary in model and shape.

I walked slowly, occasionally avoiding those who were in front of me.

Control your fear

For some reason I remembered that sentence, I tried to be as relaxed as possible

don't be afraid

don't be afraid

My mind just kept whispering. And succeeding, they slowly disappeared from my sight.

"Assalamu'alaikum Ya ahlal's grave. " We did not forget to say hello before entering the cemetery.

"Sister, is Father and Mother here?" Adam looked at me and Ilham took turns, waiting for the answer to the question he was asking.

"Dear, Mom and Dad are here. " It was with a plan of Inspiration that Adam was sent down from his arms. Adam crouched down staring at the mound of land that was now filled with weeds.

"We clean up first. " The grandmother gently rubbed Adam's head. We began to clean the grass that grew on the tomb of father and mother, not to forget also the tomb of Om Adit and aunt Syifa. For me they are like my parents too. What is the news with the Revelation, their son. After entering the boarding school, I never met him again, but he used to buy me candy. Never mind, wherever he may stay healthy and fine.

"Sir, what if to the shulga, smooth in the kubul like Daddy same Mother first?"

"Yes dear" That's all my grandmother could say, after which she turned her head, not letting Adam see her tears.

"If Adam bicala, are you the same Mother as you?"

"Adam..." Inspiration rubbed the soft shoots of Adam's head, giving his best smile.

"Adam wants to say anything, Daddy and Mommy will hear. Adam wanna try?" Adam nodded. He crouched down in the middle of the graves of his father and mother, tightly hugging his mother's tombstone.

"Assalamu'alaikum Mother... It's Adam" he said. I was only able to notice that Adam was unable to crouch nearby.

"A.adam sorry, balu can look at Mother. Mother here do not worry about Adam yes. Adam was not bad with Grandma... If Mother does not believe, Mother can ask Grandma directly..."  Adam's breath began to grow. His tears began to flow. Adam crying. That little boy, my greatest sister, wept bitterly at the whirlpool of Father and Mother.

I looked up, trying to ward off the tears that wanted to come out. But baby, I failed. Grandma immediately hugged me tightly, giving her shoulder as my place to cry.

"Mother.. Mother is good in heaven...So Adam could talk...Ma'am.it's this..."The tiny hand began to wipe his cheek.

"Adam is happy to see Mommy..Beautiful mother, like Lala's sister...But mother is not a fuss right, because Lala's brother aprons" Half laughter mixed with tears out of her tiny lips.

"Mother..Maafin Adam's...Hiks.hiks... Adam was still crying silently...A..Adam...Adam wants to see Mother...Adam lindu Mother...Adam's friends in Kindergarten, alternating in the same antal Mommy is laughing..." Cry broke. My chest is so full of seeing Adam like this.

"Mother don't be sad... Adam did not even really, Adam knew Mother was happy in heaven with Dad."

Now the tiny hand turned to Father's headstone, rubbing the headstone slowly with Adam's faint eyes staring longingly. It was as if the headstone was able to represent the figure of Father in front of him.

"Assalamu'alaikum Father. Dad, Adam's already badass. Goes to school. " Adam hugged Dad's headstone tightly.

"Dad keep Mother in syulga... Adam here will take care of Grandma with Lala's sister"

I wiped my tears, trying to calm myself from the tightness I felt.

"Dad...Maafin...A...Adam. Adam is still sad seling, if you see Adam's friends are picked up by the father, mengelaksa seling ride in his father's puggung.. Horseplay. "

"Mr..."Call me soft, I look at Grandma who has now been puffy. I hugged Grandma tightly, how tough Adam was. He who is still that small is able to have extraordinary thoughts and fortitude.

"But...But don't be hawatil. Adam is strong.Said Ilham, a strong delicate boy, can not cry..Hicks..." He immediately wiped his tears. Trying to smile.

"Adam happy... Father and Mother are also happy. " The little body is rising. Inspiration immediately lifted the tiny body into his carrying.

"Can Adam cry? It wasn't crying, it was just a flickering. " Ilham nodded slowly.

Spilled those tears. Adam wept silently in the arms of Inspiration.  Hugging Inspiration as if Inspiration is a father figure for him.

I hugged Grandma more tightly, how stupid and unkempt I had been all this time, as if I was the most tormented, as if I was the most miserable in living with Father and Mother. I forget, even I don't want to know that there are still many people who feel lost, especially Adam. From the moment he was born, just to see how the face of Father and Mother he never. Only able to let go of longing through existing photos.

My chest felt increasingly tight, I was crouching in the middle, between the mounds of the tomb of Father and Mother.

"Sorry..." My lips are cuddly, that's all I can say.

"Now we sow flowers in the tomb of Om Adit the same Aunt Syifa yuk, "Granny remembers. I got up and walked with Grandma. Ilham looked down for a moment, then smiled while wiping the two headstones in front of us.

A rumbling sound rang out, The sky that had not even revealed the rays of its fight had perfectly turned dark.

"It's raining soon, we have to go home" Grandma and I nodded in agreement, before going home not forgetting we said do'a, give it to loved ones who have gone to receive God's call first.

Raining

Hope your trick

Bring away all the bitter memories that had shackled

Replacing it with a rainbow of happiness that will add my gratitude to my Lord.