HUSBAND'S HEART
part 26 AMAR CEMETERY
"Yuana. wake up, son. You're not going to the cottage?" Ms. Fatma who had just entered the room was about to call Annisa, surprised to see Yuana sleeping on her sajad. He slowly shook Yuana's body to wake her up.
"God willing..What time is it, Mom?" Yuana also tried to sit down, rubbing her cheeks wet from tears.
"At half-hour four, honey. Shrine of Ashar and get ready yes, we go to the cottage together," replied Ms. Fatma gently.
After that, Ms. Fatma went to Annisa's room, because it turned out that Annisa was not in the guest room occupied by Yuana. While Yuana rushed to the bathroom for a shelter, then performed the ashar prayer and prepared to go to the boarding house where the body of Amar will be buried and sholati.
Just when Yuana finished wearing the plain black abaya that she often wore attending the ceremony, there was a very slow knock on the door. Immediately achieved instant khimar black color in the closet and quickly used. The subtle sound of knocking on the door continued until Yuana opened it.
"Mother... why laamma butak pintuna?"
It turns out that Nabila and Azyan. They both look like twins, wearing Pakistani-style suits with trousers and knee-length tops. Equally shiny dark brown with cream-colored accents. It's just that the short-sleeved Azyan and the accent in the form of a transverse strip on the chest, while the one worn by Nabila long-sleeved and clam-shaped embroidery accents along the edges of the tops.
"Waaah.it's funny you two!" yuana exclaimed with a smile and gently pinched her second cheek.
"The funny thing is just Bella, Auntie. if Ajiyan is cool," Azyan said in response to Yuana's comments on the performance.
"Don't be surprised Na. Kak Zein's son is indeed the stringis," Annisa chirped when she saw Yuana widen her eyes to hear a boy's rendition.
"The same ummah told me to wear it," continued Annisa, her hand stretched out toward Yuana, handing over the folds of black cloth in a clear plastic package.
"What is this, brother?" yuana asked as she received the plastic package.
"That niqab belongs to the ummah is still new, has never been used," explained Annisa.
"Niqab?"
"Yes.: open it and use it immediately. You will be iddah again, and in the cottage later it is not impossible will it cross paths that are not mahrom?"
Yuana nodded her head and went back to the room to
take her bag and put the niqab on in front of the dresser. Tidying up her appearance then looking at her reflection in the mirror. His entire body was covered in black cloth, leaving behind his forehead and two eyeballs alone.
After a moment of comfort to see the cuteness of Nabila and Azyan for wearing twin clothes, seeing the moist eyes leave a reddish color around his eyes, reminding him of the departure of Amar.
A sense of tightness was again present in his chest, the faster heartbeat he felt as he felt his chest. Squeezing the khimar cloth that covered his chest and forming a fist as he felt his breath getting stiffer.
"Mas Amar. You once said you would take me for a walk to the Middle East. You said there are a lot of beautiful women, but no one can beat me. I said 'cause everybody wears a veil... No, you said, but because your heart has given up entirely for me. Buti... why? Why would... Mas Amar could... leave Yuana alone now? Why did Mas Amar have to go... WHYAAA!? huu.huuu.." back Yuana cried.
Both of her hands were treading on the dressing table, propping up her body that was starting to weaken. His body trembled withstanding the cry that it felt like it wanted to just explode.
"Tante.. hunted... all were waiting in front," Azyan's voice sounded soft but firm.
Yuana gasped from her sobs, immediately she took a deep breath and rubbed her cheek.
"I. yes, dear.. aunt.. is done," Yuana echoed Azyan's call but Azyan had already passed away apparently.
He opened the accessories box under the dresser and took a wide lens glasses with brown gradations. Not to be stylish, but to cover his puffy eyes and to keep his eyes.
Then Yuana rushed to the front of the house, it turned out that everything was ready in the car, except for Ms. Fatma and Nazril who were waiting for her on the porch seat.
"Are you ready, son?" mother Fatma asked who then got up and locked the door after Yuana nodded her head.
"Patience to you, Ma'am. Ms. Yuana, the chosen one, can definitely be strong and patient, we have to take care of Mas Amar, so that Mas Amar can leave calmly," Nazril told Yuana who walked closer to him.
"Yes, Zril. mbak know.. thanks yes," replied Yuana to her sister-in-law.
"Mother...here, buluaaaan," shouted Nabila from the car that Mr. Hadi was ready on the bench of the driver.
"Come on Yuana.. will hunt kemaghriban there," asked Ms. Fatma to Yuana to enter the car first before she entered.
Yuana also got into the car followed by Ms. Fatma, while Nazril was riding a motorcycle with her cabin friend. They immediately went to the cottage where Amar's body was buried.
There was no meaningful talk in the car, all dissolved in each other's minds. Moreover, Yuana, he could not think anything at this time, his soul seemed empty.
Exactly at five in the afternoon, the car driven by Mr. Hadi entered the cottage yard. Seen two box cars from two famous restaurants parked in front of the door of the cottage hall, four people in typical uniforms each restaurant lowered dozens of large plastic bags containing piles of rice boxes assisted by several students.
Kyai Marzuqi and Bu Nyai Rohima welcomed Yuana and the others and invited all to enter the house of Ndalem.
"We just wait inside Yusron said, the body is already on the way..maybe soon come," asked Bu Nyai Rohima after breaking his embrace on Yuana.
Ms. Fatma and Ms. Aminah walked behind Ms. Nyai Rohimah who was embracing Yuana into the residence of Kyai Marzuqi. While Mbok Sari followed Annisa who was chasing Azyan and Nabila. Two little boys ran towards the side terrace where there is a fish pond with a fountain in the middle.
"Kullu nafsin dzaa iqotul mausoleum, tsumma ilaina turja'uun. Every one of us who lives will feel what is called death. Only to Allah Subhaanahu wa Ta'ala will we all return. I or all of you, will one day die. Me or the first time, only God knows. We can be sad, we can feel lost.The important thing is not to overdo it. There is still a future that we have to live well. Especially if we still have children, a trust from God that we must take care of, which we must not abandon."
"But I love so much and will not be able to forget Mas Amar, Kyai," Yuana expressed her feelings.
"Yo must wae lhoo, Nduuk.. wong is left just as dear-sayange. If the person we love, we love, died. And every time we remember it, pray for it. send Fatihah."
The vegetables sounded a long siren and a little slow repeating. All in unison stand up and go out of the house.
The sirens were getting closer and clearer, but then they could not be heard anymore. Yuana squeezed both her cold and sweaty hands.
Then a green corpse car and logo of flowers and the inscription 'MAKOBU' on top of the inscription 'MOBIL JENAZAH' is seen entering the gate of the cottage.
Yuana's body trembled and her tears spread when she saw Yusron and the officer in the green batik uniform descending from the back door of the hearse. Some of the students ran over to help remove the body from the car.
The hooded markings are green fabric with yellow tufted lace, pulled slowly from inside the car. Embroidery is also yellow to form the writing of the wife'´ and the shahadah is seen on the right and left side of the veil, when the coffin is cut into the mosque.
Bu Aminah grabbed Yuana by the shoulder and took her to the mosque.
"Come Nduk.. mriksani layone Amar sakdurunge disarekake, mumpung durung adzan maghrib."
Yusron and Kyai Marzuqi were seen talking at the door of the mosque, talking about the process of reconnaissance of Amar's body at the hospital, while looking at the coffins that were being opened closed by Nazril and a santri. Thankfully everything has gone according to the shari'at, even Yusron himself as an older brother participated in the process.
Kyai Marzuqi stepped inside the mosque when Nazril opened the face cover. Yuana and Bu Aminah were seen hugging the bodies while holding back sobs. There was no sound.
"Subhaanal hayyil ladzii laa yamutu. Allahummaghfir lihaadzal mayyiti. Allahumma anis fil qobri wahdatahu wa ghurbatahu wannawwir qobrohu," muttered Kyai Marzuqi praying to the late Amar.
“Holy God is the living One who does not die. O Allah, forgive this mayor, and have mercy on him, O Allah give him pleasure in the tomb alone and in the eyes and light of his grave”
"Buried after the Isya prayer only, Yai. Many of his companions were on their way here to escort Amar to the grave," Yusron's sudden voice was already beside him, distracting Kyai Marzuqi.
A santri walked up to the mihrab, then he proclaimed the adhan maghrib. Yuana and Bu Aminah had to leave Amar's body and rush out of the mosque to take the wudlu.
When entering the place of female worshipers, it appears that the mosque is almost filled with worshipers who are the majority of the santri and santriwati of the boarding school. There are also some residents around the cottage environment.
The sound of the iqomah is heard when Kyai Marzuqi is ready to stand inside the mihrab. All also immediately perform the prayer maghrib berjamaah continued to pray the corpse after performing the prayer sunnah bakdiyah maghrib. After the funeral prayer, continued by reading Surat Yaa Siin and tahlil.
Kyai Marzuqi gave a briefing on the theme "The Essence of Life and Death" pending the issue'. Some of the lodge alumni began to arrive, they learned of the news of Amar's death from the alumni group on messaging and social media applications. The mosque congregation in the neighborhood where Amar once filled taklim was also present.
The cottage environment became crowded and full of people. Only motorbikes are allowed to park in the yard while guest cars have to park along the roadside. Isya prayer congregation until it spilled out of the mosque, connected to the terraces kobong or cottage rooms.
After the prayer isya', held back the prayer of the corpse for those who have not followed the previous prayer of the corpse. After that, the procession of the funeral ceremony was carried out, where Ustadz Aziz, Amar's friend and senior, as a host and read the life history of the deceased, followed by a family greeting by Yusron as the elder brother of the corpse.
Yuana appeared several times drooping while crying on the terrace of the mosque, which was finally swept by Bu Aminah and placed on the terrace of Kyai Marzuqi's house so that he could still see the procession of the departure of the body.
Some santriwati accompanied Yuana, some men massage Yuana's feet while also sobbing. Apparently he was one of the students who admired the figure of Amar, because he had filled taklim in his class.
Layunan tahlil sentence accompanies the lifting of the coffin from inside the mosque to the hearse. After the back door of the hearse was closed, the bodyguards rushed to their respective vehicles, some of the students who came with the escort car.
Yuana got up from her seat when she saw the hearse start moving leaving the cottage yard. As if not willing to be left, he was about to run after the hearse. Bu Aminah immediately prevented him, hugging Yuana's body, hoping to alleviate Yuana's grief. But when the hearse began to be unseen blocked by other vehicles that accompanied the hearse, Yuana thrashed from the arms of her mother-in-law and ran chasing to the highway.
"MAS AMAAAAR'S... DON'T GO MAAAAAS!"
She kept running and screaming for her husband's name, until he fell down. He stared at it with a motorcade until it was not seen again after passing the ramp at the end of the road there.
"MAS AMAAARR!" shouting loudly, hoping that Amar could hear and walk back towards him. Half slumped his body, resting on his left hand until his elbow stepped into the street. Wailing while banging his right fist into the asphalt of the road.
"It's just a dream, isn't it, Mom? Mas... wake me up, Mas. I am a dream, Mas... THE MAAAAS! Wake me up from this nightmare Maaaas..." Yuana continued to cry.
"Yuana.. wake up, son. don't do this, baby.. Kasian your husband, he won't be able to calm down later," the soft voice of Ms. Fatma resuscitated Yuana. He immediately upheld his seat.
Suddenly a bright flame of lights panned from behind and a car stopped right behind them. The driver got out of the car and walked over.
"Come on Yuana..we pull over yaa. peril if here continue," persuaded Bu Fatma so that Yuana immediately rose from the beak. Yuana complied, trying to get up from her seat, but suddenly...
"Ouch! Aaaargh..." Yuana complained while squeezing her stomach which suddenly felt very stiff and painful.
Ms. Fatma also became anxious and panicked to see Yuana who suddenly groaned in pain. Yuana held a very cold hand and led him to the side of the road. But Yuana's body was getting heavier and felt dazed.
Lucky the driver of the car that walked over earlier caught on just as Yuana's body drooped unconscious.
"Yuana!" the thrill of catching Yuana's body.
