Brother-in-law Looked at my Aurat

Is Mas Raka Still Alive?

When I opened my eyes, I lay in bed. There's Naya, Mama and my Papa, those sad faces ....

My mind was reminded of the moment the man I loved took his last breath.

Nope, no!

"Mas Raka! Mas Raka's alive, isn't he, Pa? Where is Mas Raka? Where?!" I woke up carelessly, making my head throb and hurt.

"Patience, Son. Patience ...." Papa hugged me tight.

"Tell me that Mas Raka is still alive! Don't tell me my husband is dead!" I was crying so much.

"Son, strengthen your heart. Raka is no more. Let's read your husband a prayer." Mama said while crying and rubbed my head.

“No, Ma! Don't say that, Mas Raka is still alive. Mas Raka has not died ..” My voice is hoarse, I don't want to accept reality. My husband can't die.

My mom hugged me too. “Come we teach, Raka's body is in the living room.”

“Tidaaaak!” I covered my ears. "Mas Raka is alive, still alive ...."

Naya, touch my hand. "Sir, let's go to the living room. Pray for Mas Raka ...."

Naya's eyes were puffy, she was also teary.

"No, I don't want to see Mas Raka's body, my husband hasn't died, you guys don't joke...." I'm desperate. My crying is getting worse.

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"Yahoo!" I ran, staggered .. cradled a stiff body shrouded in long cloth. "Wake, Mom! Wake up!"

I couldn't see my husband's body in the living room. Some relatives were sitting around teaching. Mama-in-law hugged Kak Zian who wears a skullcap must have finished teaching.

Just like me, my mother-in-law kept crying. He must have been in a great shock.

"Mas, wake up, Mas. I waited for Mas in the room, why didn't Mas come? Why would you leave me forever?"

"Son .. ikhlaskan, do not be lamented." Papa whispered in my ear.

"Wake, Mom! Mas Rakaaaa!"

I shaken the body. Sounds and a few hands touching my shoulder.

I didn't listen to anyone, kept shouting at my husband. The body feels limp, goes around in circles, then goes back dark.

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Morning time.

My husband's body was finished in the bath, pardoned and drained.

Countless times I fainted. Unable to see and yet believe that Mas Raka really is gone.

Naya prepared long black clothes and a veil for me.

I didn't think about changing clothes. Not thinking about drinking a drop of water, and not touching the food you prepared for me.

Everyone prepare for the tomb. I sat down, crying. Hugging my knees on the bed.

Naya took me to the bathroom. Help me change my clothes. I am like a statue. I just want Mas Raka alive. I don't want anything else but that.

"Sir, do not continue to be mourned, so that Mas Raka can return to God calmly." Naya finished changing my clothes.

"Who died? Raka is alive!" my screams made Naya jump in shock.

“Mbak .. kasian the deceased, ikhlaskan yes ...” Naya rubbed my face.

Very clever to advise me, try him in my position.

On the way to the tomb. My world's empty. Sit in the hearse, I look at the stem brackets covered with green cloth.

Naya is beside me, there is also Brother Zian who continues to say, “Lailailaillallah ...”

“Aaaaaa! Mas Raka wake up!” I'm yelling. The heart does not accept that in the brackets of the rod is the body of my husband.

“Mbak quiet! Cool out! Ma'am said he wanted to come in this car, don't shout and kick!” Naya held my two legs.

"Mas Rakaaaa! Wake up!"

My body's limp.

"Fai, astagfirullah!" Brother Zian caught my body that was about to fall towards him.

Again and again, I can't see the world. Everything is pitch dark.

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As Mas Raka was about to be buried, I screamed ....

"Don't bury my husband! He's still alive! Hey ... stop!"

My family calms me down. I want to run and prevent the people who covered the ground in Mas Raka's tomb.

Red earth mounds. The tombstone bearing my husband's name, Raka Rafandi, I can't believe.

I cuddle the tombstone, I don't want to go home. Until late afternoon, stay calm in Mas Raka's tomb.

No matter the sun goes down and the night comes, I still hug Mas Raka's tombstone.

All the families persuaded me. No exception to the guy who is bummer. "We're all grieving, let's strengthen each other. Let's go home, Fai ...”

Brother Zian is standing across from me.

Who her? Regulate me? I don't want to go home. I want to accompany Mas Raka. I don't want Mas Raka to be alone.

I still hugged Mas Raka's tombstone as if hugging her warm body.

The wind caressed my face, the scent of frangipani flowers. I closed my eyes ....

Build, Mas. Wake up my husband .. Don't leave me ....

My world is very dark. I can't touch Mas Raka's face ....

When I woke up, I was in bed.

I don't know who brought me home?

"Where, Mas Raka? Where!" I fumbled the mattress. My husband is no .. and will never come back.

I shouted! “Tidaaaak!”

“Patience, Ma'am!” said Naya.

“Patience, Son!” said Mama and Papa.

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For two days, my body was filled with nothing. I feel weak I don't care.

"The boy wronged himself, don't torture himself like that. Look, all the families are sad. Papa moreover, take a look!”

Naya's index finger pointed at Papa who was sitting languidly on the sofa of my room. None of my family members came home. Constantly strengthening, forcing me to eat and drink.

I remained silent in the room, not knowing who came to serve. Said Naya ... My friends and friends are many who come. Unfortunately, I don't want to see them.

Sit while holding a photo of Mas Raka. Not saying a word. When the grandmother of Mas Raka from the village came to the room. Silence me, I did not answer. The old eyes looked sad.

"Clearned, Nduk. Patience, yes." Grandma also strengthened me. I didn't answer, no matter how disrespectful he was.

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Mas Raka came home from work, she hugged me. Her body was fragrant of frangipani flowers. He then carried me to the bed.

He tickled my leg. Amusedly.

I laughed with his cuteness. "Mas is home? Don't go long, yeah. I'll miss it later, you know."

I laughed again.

"I won't go far anymore, darling ...." Mas Raka smiled. Saturated heart.

"Mom, Ma'am, don't laugh and talk alone? Horrified, ah!" Naya shook my arm.

I'm busy with Mas Raka. Kutepis Naya's arm, get out of bed. I'm going to go with Mas Raka out. I laughed again.

"Mbak ... duh! I'm a stressed person."

"Nak ... Where are you going?" ask my mom and dad at the same time.

"Mas Raka wait!" My feet are getting out of the room faster.

"Son, don't go anywhere!" prevent Mama.

"Wellamazingrgggg!" I screamed because my desire was blocked. I saw Mas Raka coming down the stairs.

"Pa, let's take Fai to a psychiatrist. His soul was disturbed. He's hallucinating!" naya said, she then chased after me. Mom and Dad ran behind me.

Up below, Mas Raka disappeared. I'm flustered. "Mas, Mas Raka!"

I summon. Feet run to the living room.

"Fai, Fai .. Where are you going? It's midnight." The voice of the man I hate.

Just keep me out to the yard.

"Sister Zian, hurry up and catch up with Mbak Fai!" Naya's voice was so loud. Papa's voice pouted, it seemed like Papa fell for chasing me. I turned my head, Papa has trouble waking up, Mama helps hold his arm.

I ran towards the gate. Anyway I have to go after Mas Raka.

"Fay ...." As it began to climb up to the iron gate. There was a burly hand curled into my stomach from behind. Bring me down!

"Deliver! Release him! I'm going after my husband!" I thrashed. My strength lost, it felt weak, while that burly hand lifted my body and carried me.

Half my memory still thinks Mas Raka is alive. Half again, remember Mas Raka's last request. He asked Brother Zian to marry me.

"I don't want to marry you! Unhand me! I don't want to marry a mountain man and be ugly like you!"

I went back and cried.

Just slap on the cheek of Brother Zian who carried me. He was not self-aware, daring to prevent me from pursuing Mas Raka.

"Mom! How come Zian was slapped?" ask Naya.

Brother Zian said nothing, he just hissed like he felt a pain. His footsteps quickly entered the living room.

I went berserk and slapped the thinly-mined cheek, until my palm hurt.

“Just hit, Fai .. if it makes your heart feel relieved,” said Kak Zian in a soft voice. Not angry at what I did.

Suddenly ....

We fell into the long sofa of the middle room due to Kak Zian's feet humming, making my position below and Kak Zian above me. 

Brother Zian's forehead hit my forehead, automatically, the tip of his nose touched my nose.  

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