Fake Love !!

LONGS

CHAPTER 3

Pov Mutia's 

Plugs...

Gravel about Mutia's arm.

Look back, but nothing. 

"I try to be calmer, take a breath and exhale." Mutia's heart.

"Yourf"

Nightfall.

After the funeral was over I sat on the porch of my father's best friend Om Narto, his house not far from my parents' house. Not that I don't want to follow the night tahlil, at least I'm a little quieter to be here, if I'm there then it will be sobbing considering father.

Staring at one bright star , my tears kept flowing nonstop , longing.well I miss that's how I feel , longing for a father who has gone far away .

Father said, he used to be happy to tell stories before going to bed.

"yet, the stars are good, and I'll be stars." Daddyh.

"Is that dad?" Accidentally pointing to the stars.

I really did not expect today would be a sad day for me, for my family , yesterday I was still joking and joking with ayag, but now I have to feel a deep sadness because Dad has to go for a long time. 

I rushed back to the room, my eyes hot, dizzy, I don't know. Maybe because I cry too much. My sister and mother are asleep. May tomorrow be better than today, my heart.

Remembering my father's shroud before it was buried, I was still curious and there were so many questions in my head and tonight was really gripping making it hard for me to close my eyes.

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"Tokk!! Geck! Tok!!!"

I was shocked, until my heart wanted to escape from its place, 

who's the night like this?, It's 01:00 p.m., I'm already sweating cold trying to get up and peek out of the side of the room curtains, no one! 

 after I peeked I rushed back and closed my eyes.

And again the voice.

"Tokay!! Tok!! Tok!!"

I grieve, there must be something jahilin my inner self

Without waiting for my invitation I went out to open the door.

"Tokk!! Tok!! Geck!"

I'm trying to peek out of the curtains, though,

"Akh, there are no people !!

Daan....

When facing left, corner curtains 

Pocong tattered camping figure, broken face covered with dar*ah, filthy shroud and a very pungent stench.

However, when you want to run, these feet are heavy.

" pbuh.hus...hus...aakkhhh "teriak.

"Mba. mba. mba bngun mba !!" 

"Hah. hah. mba dream turned out, astaghfirullah." My words while being chased, my breath going up and down, my sweat pouring out like a frightened person hehe. 

When I looked at the wall clock, it turned out to be 03:00.

"Huft..just a dream ! 

"Mba, tahajud first yes. Doain's father, just calm down." Pinta mother.

I woke up the fadil, to accompany me to the bathroom. Om Narto's house is very spacious, so the distance of the bathroom is very far, well gk far anyway, just have to pass 3 bedrooms and kitchen.

"Tokay!! Tok!! Tok!!"

"Hah.ko the sound of the same ketokanya?? Dil, fair.." Call me like my heart wants to be taken out again.

"Tokay!! Tok!! Tok!!"

Turns out the knocking sound of the putukupret fadil 😒

After finishing ablution, me and fadil walked quickly and elbowed each other, still laughing dreams.

After passing through 2 rooms.

"Well, there's a white dil, it's in that room" I explained, as well as the door moved as if to close, but slowly. I'm back goosebumps.

"That's mom again praying times! in the room it was fair to take the trousers." Fadils.

When opening the room door..

"Huh.. ko's mom here, who's in the room?" I was scared too, fadil was shocked too.

Taps..

Taps..

Taps..

The sound of feet approaching us.

As the atmosphere gripped again, my heart felt beating faster than before.

Jeglegs..Kriittt's...

Door open.....

"Iki mukenya mba" Aunt Narti, wife of om narto.

"Yes mba, suwon" reply mom.

"Come.sholat.sholat" invite mother.

"Astaghfirullah's.. Iis knock anyway, ko I'm a coward gini deh." My inner..

Me and Fadil tailed mom to the next room for tahajud. 

When it was my turn to pray, either my mother went back to the room or went where, and I was only accompanied by a fadil. Hopefully nothing surprising anymore, can my heart really dislodged, huft.

"Dil.tungguin loh ya" I said

Fadil nodded.

"ALLAH HU AKBAR" immediately my fine fur returned to goosebumps, and my prayers were not focused.

Why in front of me there are standing yes, loh.loh.ko follow the movement I pray." My inner. When I got back from the ruku.

"Huh !! (cancel ) astaghfirullah, again I was mocked, and this time my own form, I was not consciously faced with a big glass, I think poci turned out to be my own form hehe understood my face white, white color, I think, the door is almost closed but slow movement and that's because of the fan. Until I laughed a little to condemn my stupidity just because of fear, well the dream atmosphere that was still carried away until I was scared here and there.

I repeat the prayer, the unconscious also arrived at dawn.

After praying, I went back to the room to continue sleeping.

Just a few minutes asleep. The sewage came bringing water and flowers.

"Mba, invited to the tomb. Let's get up !" Mom woke me.

 The atmosphere in the morning after dawn is very cool, fresh, cold, lots of fog and clearly visible there is dew soaking the leaves. Om Narto's house is kebon.

Before leaving for the tomb, aunt Narti prepared a lot of breakfast, we enjoyed breakfast with aunt narti. After breakfast, we headed to the tomb of my father, not far from the forest.

Fadil was carried by the seimbah kakung, I was with my mother walking behind the sewage kakung and Om Narto.

At the tomb, we prayed together. Pouring the water brought by the sewage kakung.

"Dik, sing quiet yo. Son karo bojomu ben serene ning dunyo." Sumpah said as he rubbed his father's tombstone.

Dad's shadow seemed to rotate in my mind, my tears flowed back when I remembered the night that my father died. Maybe it was the opposite fadil and mother, I saw them crying too.

"Wes. wes. ojo podo nangis yo, your father wes serene lee, nduk, ojo mourned continuously. Sing jenenge menungso definitely back areng wrestling of God, we we yo miko melu nyulu also ! Wes yo, ojo nangis. sincere." Say sumber kankung.

Then the seimbah kakung invite us to visit the tomb of brother sobah kakung brother even introduced that this tomb is a family tomb, besides the tomb of the father there is the tomb of his sister as well, om Maksun his name, it turns out that many have been raised, but I myself do not even know, because I and my family return home only once a year, even on Eid al-Fitr.

Regardless of age, position, level, and time. No one knows the coming of death, including the Prophet of the Holy Ghost himself does not know it. Because death is the secret of Allah SWT.

"Life of the world is nothing but a deceptive pleasure.” (QS. Ali Imran 185). All who live will surely die according to his death by His permission, destiny and decree. Whoever is destined to die will die without cause, and whoever is wanted to live will live.