
Secrets of Culun's Son-in-law Chapter 63
Arriving at the door of Dila's room, without further ado then Mr. Nugroho immediately broke down the door of the room.
Brak..brak.
Mr. Nugroho has repeatedly tried to break down that door. But it is not open.
Until he felt annoyed, and took a big hammer that was in the warehouse. Then hit 'em on that door hinge very hard.
"Finally the door is open," said Romlah while wiping the chest, feeling a little relieved because soon he will know the state of his son Dila.
Afraid, restless and agitated, that was how he felt right now.
While Mr. Nugroho, he began to push the door slowly. Then shift the remnants of the door hinges scattered on the floor.
"Please ma'am, come on in. Check on our son, I'm afraid something will happen to him" Nugroho told his wife.
Romlah also entered, then set his gaze from corner to corner. However, he did not find Dila's whereabouts.
Fear increasingly occupied his mind, when he did not find the figure of his favorite child in the room.
Slowly, Romlah walked slowly closer to the bathroom door, because the room was what he had not checked.
"Dila..Dila, are you inside son?" Romlah also began to knock on the bathroom door while continuing to call Dila's name. But just like before, there is no truth at all.
Chequek…
Romlah turned the doorknob, which turned out to be unlocked, then he stepped slowly into the bathroom.
However, when he arrived in front of the bathtub, his entire body felt limp as if boneless. His eyes glared at the state of his son, And a split second later, Romlah also shouted very loudly.
"Dila….!" romlah yells sound all over the universe.
While Mr. Nugroho who heard the screams of his wife, he immediately ran hastily towards the origin of the sound.
And how stunned he was, when he saw the condition of the child just his puppet.
"D-Crazy…!"
At once Mr. Nugroho's feet were no longer able to support his weight, because it was not strong to see the events that were in front of him. And a split second later, Mr. Nugroho was immediately slumped onto the floor.
******
A few hours later.
The sound of the Ambulance in front of the Dila family home sounded so deafening. Until the neighbors who heard the voice, they began to be overwhelmed with curiosity.
Then they all started flocking to find out what was really going on with the family.
"Innalillah wa Inna ilaihi Roji'un, who is patient yes Ma'am," said one of the neighbors next door Dila's house. Then he calmed Romlah while rubbing his back several times.
While Romlah, he was very sad and devastated by the sudden departure of his son. And he did not expect that Dila to do that tight.
"Hiks..hiks...hiks." Romlah's cry sounded so heartbreaking, even the neighbors who heard Romlah's cry, they also shed tears. Feel the same sadness, as Rome felt.
The ambulance that delivered Dila's body has now passed away from Dila's house. And the neighbors began to huddle, preparing for the funeral.
*****
"Hurry up Angga, why are you driving a car with a big catapult anyway," said Rosa Hafiq was upset mixed with sadness. He did not expect that this afternoon got sad news from his iron candidate. And at this moment, he continuously shed tears of sorrow. Because, he already considered Dila as his own son.
But now hope is hope, for Dila is gone.
Along the way to Dila's house, Rosa Hafiq unceasingly shed tears of sorrow. Until his eyeballs look a little red and swollen.
Cekits….
The car driven by Angga finally stopped right in front of Dila's house.
Then Rosa Hafiq hurriedly got out of the car, then he hurriedly walked into Dila's house.
"Dila. What are you doing, son? why did all this happen?" Rosa Hafiq's cry finally broke, when she saw Dila's body lying stiff on the floor with only a small mattress.
While shaking Dila's stiff body, then Rosa Hafiq shed all his complaints, and did not forget also he apologized.
While Romlah, he again cried hysterically when he saw the existence of Angga. Because it cannot be denied that Dila's death could be, Angga is the cause.
"Well, drive this man out of our house, I cannot see his face for a second" whispered Romlah in tears.
Mr. Nugroho is closing in on Angga. Then respectfully ask Angga to get out of his house immediately.
"Once again forgive me Mr. Angga, I just don't want to see my wife getting sadder with your presence in our house" he said politely.
In fact, he was very angry with Angga. But he realized that love cannot be forced.
"It's okay, Mr. Nugroho, I understand, and I also apologize profusely to you" Angga said, cupping both hands in front of his chest.
Mr. Nugroho smiled miris.
"It's not all your fault Angga, because I'm sure. Maybe this is what the Creator has destined for my son Dila," he said, holding back tears that pooled in the eye so as not to spill.
Angga who heard Mr. Nugroho's words just now, there was a little sense of relief that spread in the depths of the heart. Because it turns out that Mr. Nugroho does not blame himself for Dila's death.
"Then I say goodbye, and please tell mom that I can't wait for her" Angga said.
Without saying a word, then Mr. Nugroho nodded his head assent.
*****
A few hours passed
Dila's body has now been buried in one of the public cemeteries, and Romlah can only cry, seeing Dila's body which began to be filled by red soil by funeral officials.
"Dila…! why do you have the heart to leave your own mother in this world, son," cried Romlah again broke on the mound of land that has been sprinkled with colorful flowers.
While Mr. Nugroho who saw the sadness of his wife, his heart also felt sliced by a very sharp knife, and occasionally he also shed tears of sadness.
"Come on Ma'am, let's go home. Because the day has also begun at night."
"Bah, I still want to be here, accompanying our son, I don't want to leave him alone" Romlah said, hugging the navel.
Mr. Nugroho was silent. He hugged his wife's body.
"Don't be like this mah, please let Dila go, let her calm down there."
"But, pah?"
"Come on, the day has begun to night" Mr. Nugroho continued to persuade his wife Romlah.
Until finally his wife was destroyed, and wanted to leave the grave of his son.