Forced to Get Off Bed

29. The departure of Ambar

“Digta ...”

“Digta wake up, Digta ..”

“Mas, Mas Digtaa.

“Ayaaaaahhhh!!”

Digta opened his eyelids when he heard many voices calling his name. Digta was shocked when he saw Mama, Papa, Zeya, and Ciya surrounding him. Not only that, but there were Doctors and Sisters surrounding him as well.

Nope.

They are not surrounding him.

But, they were surrounding the hospital bed placed by Ambar and Digta. Because all night, they slept on the same bed, together, and hugged each other.

“What is this?” Tanya Digta was astonished. Then look at Ambar who is still sleeping with a pale face. “Ambar, you are so cold.” Digta pulled the blanket. “I blanket you so as not to get cold ya.” Digta saw the Doctor and the nurse again. “It want to be given medicine or there is a morning check?”

“Digta...” Mom crying. “No, you realize what happened to Ambar?”

“Means Mama?” Digta frowned.

“Ambar no longer exists, Nak.”

Digta frowned. “Meanway? It's Ambar next to me.”

“Mas, Doctor has checked the condition of Mba Ambar. And Mba Ambar is no longer breathing.” Zeya explained with trembling lips.

Digta looked at Ambar again. Now, only Digta realized why Ambar's face became this pale and his body was cold as if frozen.

But, as if to deny all the reality that has happened. Digta tried to shake Ambar's body. “Mbar, Darling ... Wake up, Mbar. This is the doctor and nurse to check on you. Ambar... wake up Ambar..” the response made by Ambar's body is exactly the opposite.

Ambar drooped limp, as if his body had no bones.

“Bodies we will transfer to the morgue before being picked up by an ambulance yes, sir. I am deeply saddened by the passing of Mrs Ambar,” said the Doctor.

Digta sat down lethargic and cried. “It's just a dream. Even you haven't said your farewell to Ambar! Why are you leaving so soon! Ambar WAKE!”

“Ayaaaaahh Ciya cried hysterically for fear of hearing the voice of the father's cry. Although he did not understand what was happening at the moment.

Digta lost energy and enthusiasm, especially when he saw his son crying. His heart was so broken to pieces.

So, this is what it's like to lose. Why is losing so painful?

***

Eventually, Ambar's body was brought home. The body has also been bathed, and is forgiven. People came wearing peci and veils while reading yasin.

Digta sat weakly in front of Ambar's body. He tried to hold back the crying, but Digta could not. Because today, he had become a weak man.

And it is unexpected, that Digta's holiday is not used for long holidays at the summit. Except to see Ambar's departure forever.

“Excuse me, Sir. It's time we salatkan kemaus.” An old man near the house approached Digta.

Digta nodded. And immediately rise from his seat.

Then Ambar began to rise on the coffin and closed.

Papa and Digta became the front man who carried the coffin until he brought it to the mosque which was not far from home.

While Mama and Zeya stood behind with other mothers who followed the departure of Ambar coffin. And Ciya was in Zeya's arms.

Finished, the body was immediately taken to the cemetery. It's not far from home either.

Digta rolled up his cocoon sleeve and jumped into the lava pit to carry Ambar's body into his final resting place.

Digta was still trying to hold back his tears. Then Papa reached out to help Digta climb back up. They threw the first ground to Ambar. Before Ambar was completely covered by the ground

“Tante Zeya, why is Mom in there?” Ciya pointed at her mother's grave.

Zeya put away Ciya's tiny fingers.

“Because Mom should have left us forever. Mother is already called by God, it means Mother must face God.”

“If Ciya is called by Allah, Ciya must also go to the place of Allah huh, Auntie?”

“Sure. Everyone will be called God, but they must be changed. And God determines. Could have been called suddenly.”

“Later, Mother will appear in Ciya.”'s dream

“If Ciya misses Mom how, Auntie?”

“Ciya can pray to God, and ask that God take good care of Mother. Or we can play here while praying Mom.”

Zeya's voice was slightly large, so Digta could hear their conversation. Made Digta look towards Zeya, but his eyes glared sharply.

Unintentionally, Zeya also returned Digta's sharp gaze. It was as if Digta hated Zeya so much. What was wrong with Zeya for his wife?

After being buried and offering prayers, people immediately left the cemetery. Including the Ambar family. With the exception of Digta, who decides to remain in the grave.

Digta kept touching Ambar's tombstone. After they all left, Digta's tears fell.

He never felt this much pain in life.

“I'm not ready to face today, Ambar. I wasn't ready. I should how? I'm really confused. I don't even know what to do. I was upset and had no purpose in life anymore, Ambar. I have to how?” Tears continued to fall soaking Digta's face. “In fact, I no longer have the strength to stay alive, Ambar. Why doesn't God take my life now? I'd rather follow you than live alone in adversity, Ambar. I'm broken, you know that? I've really been ruined.”

Digta opened the peck. His hair was messy and dirty from the ground. Then he took the plastic bag that was around there and put the soil of Ambar's grave into the plastic and took it home.

***

“Digta, eat first, Nak.” Mama called Digta when she saw the man had just entered the house carrying a plastic bag.

“I'm not hungry, Ma.” Digta just walked into his room and closed the door. There was even the sound of the door being locked.

Mama sighed while looking at Papa and Zeya who were in the dining room.

“Zey, you persuade your husband to eat there.” Papa's orders made Zeya frown.

“Suami?”

“Loh, you and Digta are married.”

“Pa, this is not the right time to call Mas Digta my husband. After all, this marriage is only joking to make Mba Ambar happy.”

“Joking from where?” Mama glared at Zeya. “Your marriage is religiously legal, and you are officially a husband of Digta.”

“Ma, please …. I don't want to talk about this anymore. We just lost Mba Ambar.”

“Distant before today happened, Mama and Papa were ready with all the risks that we would bear when Ambar lost. We are ready,” Papa said.

“But, I haven't,” said Zeya firmly.

“After three days of yasinan night later, Mama and Papa will return to Semarang.” Mama spoke back.

“Terus, How's Ciya? We take it?” Ask Zeya.

“He will stay with you and Digta here.”

“Ma, I cannot stay here. I'll come home with Mama and Papa.”

“Loh, how's home? Your home is here, Zeya, because Digta is your husband. And Ciya is already your son.” Papa's intonation is rising.

“Papa and Mama are selfish, purposely trapping their son here!”

“Nobody set you up, Zeya.” Mama bleaches. “Also the neighbors already know that you and Digta are married. So, there is nothing you need to worry about staying here.”

“Have known?” Zeya surprised. “Where can they know?”

“Mama told them, and also told local RT not to have any misunderstandings.”

“What???” Zeya paled and snorted in frustration.

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