Dusk At the End Please
Funeral
Shanum smiled looking at the figure who was now in front of him. He grabbed the man's hand.
"Thank you, Brother. I am proud of you" Shanum said with a happy twinkle on his face.
"I who should be grateful, after a long time of admiration and love you in silence finally God gave me the opportunity to be able to express it and be your companion even though soon" reveal the man who appeared to be dressed in white with a radiant face.
"I mean Brother? Where's brother going? aren't we always going to be together?" shanum asked in surprise, seeing the man who was holding his hand slowly loosening his grip.
The man shook his head.
"Abang has to go now, you are a strong woman. Brother take Mami and Hasna, please take care of them for Brother. Brother loves you Dek, even though you know your heart is not fully yours. But believe me, it does not reduce the slightest love and affection for Adek"
"Abang goes yes, nitip Mami and Hasna"
The white-clothed man removed his grip from Shanum's hand, waving his hand as his body moved away and became increasingly invisible.
"Remain, Abaang....Brother Haqi.." cried Shanum, he woke up as someone called out to him.
"Tea, Teteh, teteh.sadar Teh, Istighfar Teh" Bu Hana's voice woke Shanum who had been screaming for her husband.
Shanum opened his eyes, he stared at the ceiling of the room that looked all white. From the scent he smelled he realized that he was in the hospital.
Shanum soon woke up from his sleep. He looked around him. People with sad faces were staring at him. Shanum recalled seeing her husband breathing his last breath.
"Astaghfirullah" he said slowly. She realized that she had fainted to dream of meeting her husband.
"What about Bang Haqi?" asked Shanum who was calmer. She realized that if she had just been abandoned by her husband for all eternity, the shock and shock made her unconscious.
"The body of Nak Haqi is being prepared to be brought home. Is the tetah strong? we go home now" asked the mother with an intolerable sobbing.
"Mom, Abang Bu, Brother" Shanum's tears broke again when he heard the news about her husband's body that would soon be repatriated.
"Patient teeth yes, please, let Nak Haqi calm down. God willing he Husnul Khotimah. Nak Haqi was a good person and spread a lot of kindness during his life" Hana advised his daughter. He himself said it with a bated cry trying hard to give strength to his eldest daughter.
Ms. Hana smiled bitterly, for the second time her daughter was left for dead by the man who loved her. Even more tragically, her daughter was abandoned when their marriage was two weeks old, which means that the princess is now a widow.
Haqi's body was taken to the residence of his mother who was their residence while in Jakarta. Groups of mourners from various quarters began to fill the house. Shanum sat down near her husband's body. She seemed to be trying hard with her eyes moist because she did not stop crying since the hospital. His face was getting pale, his eye bags increasingly show black lines signify that during this week the rest is very less. But this time he was all his might to hold back from dropping tears.
A sad face becomes a marker if Shanum is really very lost. The seven days of her togetherness being a married couple actually used them to get to know each other and get closer, and the next seven days the time that Shanum had to devote to her, she said, filialize your husband by taking care of him with patience and sincerity when he is lying weakly in a hospital bed.
Pain is indeed, when he has begun to make peace with himself, accept the situation with a spacious chest and open heart, until the affection and mutual need it began to grow in Shanum's heart, Shanum, but Shanum had to lose it again. She was again overwhelmed with grief because she had to completely release her husband's departure for eternity.
"In this world no one is really destined to have each other, all just cheated on each other" Shanum murmured in his heart.
I looked at Yasin's letter, Shanum continued to chant, with a roaring and poignant voice making everyone who listened also slashed his heart.
اِنَّا نَحْنُ نُحْيِ الْمَوْتٰى وَنَكْتُبُ مَا قَدَّمُوْا وَاٰثَارَهُمْۗ وَكُلَّ شَيْءٍ اَحْصَيْنٰهُ فِيْٓ اِمَامٍ مُّبِيْنٍ ...
inn na ta nu nu maut-mauta wa naktubu ma qaddamak wa arahum, wa kulla syai`in a descriptionhu fi imimim mubin
Indeed, it is We who give life to the dead, and it is We who record what they have done and the marks they have left (left). And all things We have gathered in the clear Book (Far Mahfuz).
(Qur'an Surah Yasin verse 12)
Occasionally the chanting of the sacred verse Shanum stopped when he had to wipe the tears that he could not bear.
The mourners who came only noticed what Shanum was doing, they could not afford to meet him when they saw Shanum so enjoy the chants of the holy verse he was reading.
"Tea..." Ms. Ratna approached Shanum and hugged him from the side, when she saw that Shanum had finished reading his letter. He hugged the Qur'an tightly by continuing to duck.
"Yes, Mi" Shanum looked up, he looked at his mother-in-law who also looked very sad to lose her only son.
"Many of Haqi's family and friends wanted to say condolences, they asked Teteh" he said slowly in Shanum's ears, as mourners were waiting in line to pray for his son's departure.
"Yes, Mom. Sorry" Shanum turned a little away from his original seat which was so close to the corpse of the deceased.
He looked at the entire room which was already filled with many mourners. Shanum greeted the friendly mourners who came to him. She cupped her hands together in front of her chest as one by one the mourners greeted her to express condolences for her late husband's passing. Not to forget Shanum also apologized for the mistakes that had been made by the deceased intentionally or unintentionally.
The atmosphere in Haqi's parents' house was getting crowded by mourners who kept coming. They also took turns to mourn the deceased. Shanum was moved to see the number of mourners who came and went, he was increasingly convinced that her husband was really a good person during his life.
The funeral of the late Haqi will take place at the site of the family tomb. Haqi's body will be interred right next to the father who has been facing Him first due to prolonged and worsening pain.
Shanum stepped foot into the cemetery to accompany the corpse that had been departed first. Accompanied by his mother, mother-in-law, sister-in-law and sister-in-law Rida and Fauzan, who have since been in hospital with him, Shanum feels confident about attending her husband's funeral.
He had already prepared himself and his heart would watch the funeral procession and see Haqi's body for the last time before being interred.
The funeral procession went well, the number of mourners who helped deliver the body to its final resting place made the road jammed. Many vehicles temporarily stopped the pace as the delivery troupe passed.
The atmosphere of the cemetery grew quieter, gradually the guests and families who visited one by one leave the burial site. Now Shanum and his loyal nuclear family live next to Haqi's tomb, which has been fitted with gravestones.
Shanum rubbed the tombstone, his heart and tongue did not stop reciting thayyibah words. Shanum tried his hardest not to shed a tear during the funeral procession. Until the moment everyone had left and he and the nuclear family were left, Shanum could no longer bear the turmoil of his heart that was increasingly feeling lost. Her tears flowed without Shanum being able to. He cried in silence, trying to muffle his voice so as not to be heard by others.
"Abang...hiks 😭" he said.
Never thought of me
Not one bit I can imagine
You're going to leave
Leave me alone
So sick I felt
You're going to leave
Leave me alone
Under the tombstone, now you're resting
Your love is so deep
Really, I can't afford this to happen
Because I love so much
This is the last time I saw you
I fell in my tears, crying bitterly
Only able to say
"Go' down the road, love"
For an hour, I could
Love you, you, you in my heart
But for me to forget you
It takes me a lifetime
For an hour, I could
Love you in my heart
But for me to forget you
It takes me a lifetime
In my den
Whoa-oh, wo-oh
Oh-ho-oh
Oh-uh-oh-oh
This is the last time I saw you
I fell in my tears, crying bitterly
Only able to say
"Go' down the road, love"
Oh-uh-oh-oh
For an hour, I could
Love you, you, you in my heart
But for me to forget you
It takes me a lifetime
For an hour, I could
Love you in my heart
But for me forget you
It takes me a lifetime
Wo-oh-oh
Wo-wo-ah-ah
Ah-wo-oh
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Lyrics When Last © Pt. Trinity Optima Publishing's
"Abang, thank you for giving me such wonderful memories and valuable lessons, that we will never know how much a moment is worth until it turns into a memory" he murmured.
