Happy Fajarini

Episode 24

The mood of grief was accompanied by a cry that was so bitter

come heartbreaking. Moans and prayers accompany the departure of a very virtuous figure during his life. The photo in front of the tombstone continues to be rubbed and mourned from earlier. Raden Agus Saputra, my father-in-law, who was pronounced dead yesterday afternoon, was buried this morning.

"Mom, let's go home. I am happy with God. I'd be sad if mom was rich. Come on, we're home." Everyone nodded obediently to Sam sir. I embraced my mother and led her to walk despite her reluctance to move on.

On the way home, no one said a word. Just the mother with the rest of her sobs. I kept wiping his back and occasionally wiping his tears. Almost every day he did not miss to keep accompanying his sickly father. To that end, mother was still very surprised by this reality. Moreover, father is his soul mate who has accompanied him for decades.

One hour and seven minutes, we arrived at the main house. A row of neatly lined bouquets showed that father was no ordinary person. Many business colleagues and people are disinclined by him.

"Son, you follow your husband in the room. I'm not dad here a lot of people. Kasian your husband is alone" suggested Mother who finally opened her voice. I nodded obediently without refuting.

I knocked on the door a few times, but did not get a word from inside. I turned the doorknob and at this time my eyes were immediately fixed on Mas Kukuh who was standing facing the window with a cigarette he smoked. I closed the door very slowly. Stepping closer to the resounding Mas Kukuh even though I was sure he knew my arrival. I stood beside him but he did not look at me.

"Mas," I said as I was about ten minutes away just standing up not knowing what to do. I rubbed his arm trying to strengthen him who was grieving.

"Do you know why you died?" the question is ambiguous and I shake my head. "Color you know we've had a divorce trial. After that dad was in severe shock and had a heart attack."

I paused for a moment and asked, "It's all because of me, Mas?"

"We" he answered briefly. My tears just unconsciously flowed. And I chose to sit on the edge of the bed because I was so surprised by the statement that Mas Kukuh gave.

After I managed to control myself, I moved and immediately hugged Mas Kukuh's body very tightly. I don't know why I've become more and more, repeatedly apologizing to him.

"O Lord, I do not want to complain about all Your trials. But why are you testing me this hard?" I roared on the floor. I've never been like this, why is life so cruel that it's got me limping.

It was almost late at night, but Mas Kukuh did not display the trunk of his nose even though just invite me to eat. Huh, I was expecting too much. How could Mas Kukuh want to approach the woman who was the cause of his father's death.

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The door opened, and I pretended to close my eyes. I am currently sleeping on the sofa. And I could hear the sound of someone laying on the bed. I try to stay calm and calm. In the end I managed to catch the sound of people crying but shrieked. Very downright. It's almost inaudible. I sharpened my hearing. And right, I saw the body of the man who was still my husband's status covering his head and face with a pillow.

Determinedly, I got on the bed and hugged her again from behind. He did not refuse or accept, only his sobbing sound became clearer. I was late, drowning in grief and deep guilt.

"Do I wrongly want to maintain my household and my wife's? Does my wife hate me so much that she doesn't give her husband the slightest gap to enter into the recesses of her heart?" His breathing was so rough. I did not say, my cry even more roared while tightening my embrace.

"I'm a sinner, Mas" said on the sidelines of this cry.

"Everything's gone, Ra. Thanks for all this time. Dad is not there, our divorce will still be done without any obstacles."

"Mas, what are you talking about?" I let go of my embrace and wiped away the remains of these tears.

"Don't let go." Mas Kukuh turned her body and grabbed my hand to hug her again. "After the second mediation hearing, I can't hug you anymore, Dek."

The night was covered in grief and the deep guilt was subsiding. This warm embrace embraces a soul that is reluctant to escape. I'll live without worrying about other men.