Earth Angel

Chapter 115: Why You're Going

BMW's black car stops right in front of Al Faruq's mansion. The large house that was shades of white this time was not quiet, there were many people who had come and even gathered inside.

The kiai husen family is already inside, as are the santri princesses and sons. I am saddened by the passing of the teacher who taught. Zhivana Ustadz.

A yellow flag is placed in front of the house, fluttering with the wind blowing.

Arrsyad got out of the car, helped reno to sit back in a wheelchair. Those pair of eyes were fixed directly on the yellow flag.

Turning to the hordes of people who were entering the house, wearing all-black clothes. His hearing began to catch the sound of sobs and screams in there.

The sound of surah Yasin chanting from within, even the cry of luchia was clearly heard calling out the name of zhivana.

"Is there a study?"

Arrsyad tried to see the face of reno pushing him from behind, the wheelchair began to walk inside.

Reno was silent, confused as to what to answer. He should be silent, free to talk if arrsyad himself always avoids not wanting to hear.

Andre came from inside with a sad face, even looking out of tears.

"Is everything ready?" Reno asked softly, even like a person who had no spirit in life.

Andre nodded, then looked at the arrsyad with a casian. The cold young precession now looked very fragile.

"Why are you crying? Stupidhead! why are you here, going to the office and working. I'm not paying you to cry here." Snapped the arrsyad, which made everyone stare straight at him.

"Well, you're blocking my way."

Andre just kept quiet then gave the arrsyad and reno the way. Just a few feet past Andre. The crowd of people surrounding the corpse immediately greeted the arrsyad's vision.

Gea and luchia compact turned to arrsyad, there was reno behind who was already crying. She shed her tears that she had been holding back.

Arrsyad stood up from a wheelchair, then smuggled in the crowd of people surrounding the body of zhivana. In addition to the body of zhivana there are azwar, kiai husen, umi aisyah, fazal, and gea who had previously taught.

Umi aisyah, luchia and gea were unceasingly crying near the corpse. Luchia turned her head as the arrsyad began to approach his wife's body lying stiff on the bed.

"Arrshad, zhivana's gone!" Luchia said to the arrsyad with trembling lips.

Arrsyad fell silent and then with trembling hands he began to reveal the cloth that covered the face of zhivana.

The pretty face was pale even looking very peaceful, the two shady eyes were tightly closed. In that instant, the arrsyad immediately shouted hysterically. That heartbreaking sounding cry was able to make people bow down while shedding tears.

"Damuran!!!" Shouted the hysterical arrsyad after revealing the cloth covering his face.

Look at the face of zhivana, a face that is more beautiful and radiant. Arrsyad immediately kissed zhivana's face while crying. Kiai husen and azwar pull on the increasingly hysterical body of the arrsyad.

"Don't let your tears drip on your wife's body! It will incriminate zhivana" said kiai husen who pulled the body arrsyad.

Initially arrsyad did not rub it, but after being pulled a few times finally arrsyad collapsed.

"You better teach! That's what ukhty zhivana needs" Azwar said.

After hearing the advice of Azwar, finally arrsyad was calmer his heart. Arrsyad immediately went to the bathroom for ablution, after which he read a letter of yasin beside the body of zhivana that had been closed again starting from the tip of the head to the tip of the foot.

Umi aisyah, gea and luchia bathing. Umi aisyah and luchia almost fainted when bathing the corpse because they still do not believe in the departure of zhivana.

Just as he was about to start bathing the corpse, the arrsyad came. The long black clothes that had been replaced were rolled up to the elbow.

"I also want to bathe my wife, please let me take her bath."

Umi Aisyah smiled thinly, then agreed. Lead the arrsyad into the room to bathe the corpse.

For matters of mercy, it was Umi aisyah who led aided by several others.

At exactly three o'clock in the afternoon, zhivana's body was finished being buried. Many citizens who participated in praying and taking the departure of zhivana to his final resting place.

It is undeniable, all residents of pesantren feel lost figure veiled women like zhivana who always teach the science of religion and goodness to the people.

Before returning home, the mourners were told that tahlilan would be held every night to finish the magrib prayer at the Al Faruq residence, after which the people returned home.

Kiai husen, azwar, reno and arrsyad. While luchia and umi aisyah when the corpse was about to be buried both fell unconscious, and were immediately driven home by fazal, gea, and andre.

"Son arrsyad ikhlaskan your wife, she is at peace with Allah Swt." Said kiai husen who had been crouching before the tombboard.

"Please leave me alone here, I want to be alone with my wife." Arrsyad said in an almost inaudible voice.

Azwar, kiai husen and renopun just agree, then leave the arrsyad alone to impeach his wife.

The gravestone board inscribed Zhivana Khoirun Nisa was arrsyad stare wistfully. Her tears came back, her heart felt tight to fill the chest cavity.

The kiss on the tombstone came for the umpteenth time, even on the ground of the tomb filled with a stretch of arrsyad flowers see with poignancy.

"Zhivana why did you leave me alone."

"Why did you leave without saying goodbye to me, when I wouldn't let you go."

"Darling please wake me up, this must be a bad dream?"

Angry, sad, wounded mixed into one. Feels painful and painful. Now his love has gone, forever even to be pursued cannot be. Hard to reach, hard to grasp.

I still want to be together for a longer time. But in fact he left without saying, without saying, without greeting but ended with a farewell that was so painful.

The strong afternoon breeze made the dried flowers and leaves fall to the ground, partially hitting the body of the arrsyad.

The cloudy weather makes the day more dark, silent and poignant. It feels like time is spinning slowly, like deliberately wanting to scratch the wound to get deeper.

"Let this heart beat here. If I live and you're gone, then how am I supposed to walk without you by my side."

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