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This afternoon, Mr. Ramlan's residence began to go to the neighbors who came to express their condolences for the death of the woman who had just become Ramlan's besan sir. The shocking news is. After yesterday Mr. Ramlan announced the happy news of Dirga's marriage, now followed by sad news. No one knows, that is the plan of the Divine.

Among the many mourners, not a single friend of Dirga at work was present. Including his former best friend Bara. Because he didn't announce it in the group. Where he might have announced it, his marriage was still a secret. Only neighbors and close relatives know. The reason is enough that Dirga knows.

The tent in front of the house is standing upright, ready to shade the mourners who will later be more crowded than now. Rows of plastic chairs are also prepared to accommodate mourners to be more free and can sit to rest.

For an impromptu preparation, Mr. RT is the one who contributed a lot. After getting a report from Mr. Ramlan, Mr. RT Gegas immediately announced in the mosque will be the news of the death of Fatimah buk. Mr. RT also assigned some residents to help set up tents, prepare chairs and other necessities. Do not miss contacting the head of the fardhu kifayah team at the complex who is in charge of managing the mayor from bathing, memorizing, soldering to preparing a burial place. The funeral will be held this afternoon. Faster, better. No more close family will be expected.

Ms. Uut has been notified. Unfortunately the distant cousin of Fatimah did say a lot of apologies for not being able to attend. The reason was that even if he were to go to the city, it would have taken a long time and the corpse would have been buried. Surprised by the news, sadness was evident. Moreover, a few weeks ago he and Fatimah buk almost every day always chat together. It was their last meeting.

***

An hour ago an ambulance delivered the body of Fatimah buk. Now the body is being buried in the guest room belonging to Mr. Ramlan who happens to be the chairs are still not worried about the rest of the wedding event Dirga yesterday. Be that room wider. No coincidence or anything, but that's how it is.

Some of Yasin's books were arranged beside the corpse. Make it easier for mourners if they want to donate prayers. On the side of the body was also inscribed the name Fatimah Binti Baaruddin, which was written on polio paper.

Nia since the hospital until now faithful to be on the side of the corpse that has been stretched stiff. Hit, very, very hit. All the memories with the mother overshadowed the mind. Even many wishes buk Fatimah that has not materialized. Including the plan of the two who will return to the village if Nia's condition has improved. What to say, destiny says something else. Fatimah chose to go home forever. Given that it made even more tightness in Nia's chest. The woman returned tears.

Nia's round eyes are puffy, and still continue to water. His gaze was still glued to the face that had been wrapped in white rags .

Lucky there was Dirga. Who would have thought that the rude man who always insulted Nia first, turned into a responsible husband who really nurtured, and became the protector and reinforcement of a fragile wife with her sadness. Dirga faithfully sat by Nia's side, ready to serve. Moreover, Nia is pregnant young, be Dirga husband on standby. Do not forget Yasin's book is still attached to his hand, has repeatedly repeated the reading as a gift for in-laws who just hope for prayer from him.

Before the asar time the body of Fatimah buk has been bathed. Later finished asar prayer, will be performed funeral prayer in the mosque not far from the house of Mr. Ramlan.

The sadness that became more, making the physical that is actually weak is getting weaker and eventually Nia's frail body collapsed when the body was lowered from the house to the mosque. Luckily there was Dirga at the side, swiftly the man held Nia's body so as not to hit the floor.

"Miss....! Nia.....! Nia ....!" Dirga tried to pat Nia's cheek softly in order to gain consciousness. Unfortunately the body was drooping helplessly in Dirga's lap.

"Brought in, sir! Let it be better, here a lot of people, afraid he lacks oxygen" suggested one of the busy mothers who happened to be there.

Not replying, Dirga immediately carried Nia's body which felt lighter towards the room. Her bergo hijab also looks messy, hair on the bangs is also good. Nia's haggard face looked so pitiful. His lentic eyelashes were still wet the image of sadness that was whack.

Dirga took Nia to the guest room below. The room this morning is still occupied by Fatimah buk. Intentionally there. You see, it is also impossible that Dirga carried Nia up the stairs. Can poke him later.

A little hesitant, but inevitably Dirga ventured to open the hijab Nia to be more comfortable, shortly after laying Nia down. Really, for whatever sake Dirga's hands trembled a little. Suddenly Dirga felt tremors. Don't ask her how her heart beats when doing that. Like tabbed.

Someone may want to wake up at the wrong time. Insolent indeed. Inwardly, Dirga cursed his folly. It is. Dirga a normal man. But look again at the conditions.

"Eucaly oil diolesi den, let mbaknya quickly realized!" Bibik handed Dirga a bottle of eucalyptus oil.

"Thank you bik, please make warm tea also bik! Let Nia realize that she can drink immediately" tell Dirga to the aunt.

"Good den" Bibik rushed out of the room to the kitchen. Make as his master commanded.

Dirga's gaze was fixed to Nia's face. It turns out that when carefully observed his wife is beautiful and cute as well. Though the condition of plain Nia without makeup and lipstick. Let alone the stuff, the face of Nia full of tears is also snot.

Unfortunately his cabi cheeks shrank a little. So not as cute first. Even so the inner beauty remains. Beautiful natural.

Dirga shook his head. Afraid that he would be possessed by negative thoughts if he looked too long at Nia's face. Let alone looking at those lips, it felt like he wanted to sip deeply, feeling how sweet it was.

To prevent crazy thoughts, it was better now that Dirga focused on resuscitating Nia. Put a little bit of eucalyptus oil around the nose. The rest he poured into the soles of the feet as well as hands that felt cold like banana flour.

Sitting on the lip of the bed while busily massaging Nia's palm. Unknowingly, Dirga also laid his body on the side of the woman who had not been conscious. Before long, he too fell asleep to dreamland while hugging Nia. Maybe too tired.

The aunt went back into the guest room with a glass of warm tea in her hand. The soothing sight immediately greeted the room door in the open. Dirga and Nia are really like a mismatched couple. They also sleep with each other. As if afraid of being separated. Bibik smiled mesem, slowly put the glass on the nightstand. As much as possible not to make a fuss. Not forgetting the tea water he closed with a small plate that had become a glass bottom.

"Patience, ma'am, I hope you can pass this test. Ntar his first night on the line again" said bibik in his heart.

Bibik came back out, not forgetting he closed the door slowly, afraid to wake two human children who were resting.

***

While the body of Fatimah buk did not procrastinate, immediately taken to the mosque because it had entered the stocking time. Only Mr. Ramlan will be coming. Dirga let take care of Nia whose condition is very worrying.

All the procession went smoothly, now the yellow mound of earth is seen in the sprinkling of pandan leaves and colorful flowers. Ustadz finished reciting the prayer.

The person who escorted the body to its final resting place, gradually left the burial site.

Stay Mr. Ramlan and some relatives. The old man was still at home holding a tombstone inscribed with the name of Buk Fatimah complete with the date of birth as well as the date of his death. In his heart he offered prayers and promises. He was sure that Fatimah heard it.

Seriate......