I'M BETWEEN YOU AND HIM

MY DUKAKU DAY

I just blushed to remember the incident this morning as I walked in and closed the door. Hhh.... Patting the eel while breathing.

My hole rang several times on the room table. From Hera.

"Yes Hera?"

"Mas, is this khan's holiday?"

"Yes. What's up, Her? Dad how are you doing now? Are you healthy, khan?"

"Mas, gohome! Father's condition worsened. Diana and Intan are here!"

"Diana? Intan? Same with their husbands?"

"Yes, mom!"

"Okay, I'm there now!"

My chest is finely rustled. Daddyh. Conditions worsen. I hurried to get my backpack. Insert some clothes stels, as well as a wallet.

After changing clothes, I immediately left in a hurry after unplugging the gas cylinder hose and turning on the lights except for the room lights.

Dad fell asleep weakly in the room. I called him in a soft voice several times. I asked Wawan Diana's husband to find a vehicle that I would use to bring my father to the hospital.

"Dad! It's Dika, dad! Dika's coming, dad! Dad... Let's go to the hospital!"

Dad opened his eyes. Gliding the grain at the corner of his eyes made me drift and shed tears.

"Dad! Let's go to the hospital. Dad must be healed. Tuh see, the children and the father's daughter-in-law gather all. They were worried about father's condition!"

Dad took my hand. It feels so cold. His eyes kept staring into my eyes. Dad smiled. I raised his head. Tenderizing it in my chest. My tears just keep flowing incessantly.

"Diana, get me some water to drink! It's warm!" my orders to my brother but more like my sister.

I scooped my father's mouth water slowly. But father's mouth did not react until the water spilled back on his cheeks and chin.

"Dad!.... Abaghfirullahal! Daddy's!Wake father!!! Ahhhhh!!! Laa ilaaha illallaah Muhammaddarrosullaaaah..... Ayaaah! Dad wake up dad! This is Dad with Dad! Dad!...."

"Yeah....!!!!"

"Dad don't stay with Daddy! Ayaaa... Wake father! Ayaaa...... O Allah, do not pick up my father first, Allaaaah! I haven't been able to make it happy! Yes Allaaaah... I still want to be with him.... Ayaaaaah......"

I roared in tears holding my father in my face. Yes Allaaah.....! I was left gone Dad! Oh Allah!..... I was like a dream. I can't believe it.

Daddyh. Last week I was still with me. We slept in both of these beds. Happy embrace each other. I'm massaging dad's back. I fed him porridge. Give him medicine and vitamins. Dad was better when I went to work at dawn. I remember her face and her stamina. Dad looks fitter.

Yes Allaaaah....! This is called a soul mate, whose age knows. My father has been called the Creator of the present. Nowow. While I was enjoying my happiness, my dad loved it. I also noticed my father's advice. Yes Allaaah....... God the Lord of all things!!! My heart is broken to pieces. Not to be angry with You and deny Your destiny! But I was shocked and didn't expect. You'll take it this fast, O God! I'm not ready! I'm not ready, Allaaaah...

Wawan and Kiyoshi raised my weak and wet body with tears beside my lifeless body. I was hysterical and angry. Hera embraced me tightly while speaking the asthma of God. We cried the brothers hugged. It feels like the world is collapsing with me because of my father's departure.

I didn't realize many people were coming here for ziah. For a moment, I collapsed and lost my direction. I was just crying in the corner. Away from the body of the father who was lying in the guest room with a cloth cover.

Daddyh!... Take me and dad!...

Daddy!!!! How am I going to live without my father? Daddyh!... I miss daddy. Dad is still lying here.

"Wake dad! Wake up, we're going to the hospital! Diana, Hera... quickly help me get to dad! Dad can heal! I'm healthy again if I take medicine. Comeing! You guys are all so fucking catfish!"

"Istighfar, mom! Istighfar...! Don't weigh on dad's step! I'm happy with mom, mom!" diana said full of heart-wrenching sobs.

My chest is so tight. It was like a huge stone was squeezing my lungs and heart. Ah...Hhhh..... Yes Allaaah...

Intan gave me a glass of water. I sipped it a little while beristighfar. Astaghfirullahal'adziiim wa atubu illaihi!

I believe, dad is better now. Dad no longer feels pain. Dad was calm by his side. And now he is also happy because he has met his mother. True love.

My tears again. I just looked down, back down.

Father's funeral was also held that day. Mas Wawan, I also Kiyoshi Intan's husband came in and put the body of the father in the last section. Many times I wiped the tears so as not to fall on my father's body and damned his steps into the afterlife.

I am now more able to control my emotions because of the loss of my father. I would like to thank my neighbors and mourners who attended my father's funeral until it was over.

One by one people left the cemetery. I'm still sitting on a red dirt mound that is still wet. The smell of jasmine and roses makes me reminisce about my time with my father. My childhood, my teenage years and even my happy and difficult times until now. The tears are back flowing.

Hera lifted my body to take me away from my father's grave because there were still guests at home.

"Go first, Hera! I still want to be here with Dad! Please take care of everything first. Please tell Wawan to handle everything. I still want to be here!"

Hera left me unable to persuade me to come with her.

I still want to be with Dad. I still want to do a lot of things with my dad. Even we never seem to go on a picnic after mom's gone.

Forgive your son who can't make you happy even until the end of your life, father! I can only wipe away the tears of regret for never being able to make her happy. Even my father was angry with me and didn't admit me as a child when my divorce and Ranti happened. Daddy's! Even until now, my father's wish for me to return to Ranti did not materialize because maybe Ranti is now officially the husband of Sofyan Ali. And our relationship was only established because there was an orange.

"Mas Dika!" a woman's voice called out to me from behind. I looked slowly. To make sure who came and met me in this deserted cemetery. Dad's grave is not too far from home. And can be reached on foot only.

Vika???

Vika!

The woman is now standing right in front of me who is still squatting in front of the pusara father. He's walking closer to me. I immediately stood up and retreated.

"Vickas!... Sorry, don't touch me. My hands and body are dirty the smell of burial ground!" I said I immediately made Vika stop her steps.

"Mas! I'm so sorry for your father's death, mas!"

"Thank you, Vik! How do you know my father died?" Vika did not answer. He seemed to want to pull my shirt arm but soon I patted slowly.

"I'm home, mom! Don't you miss me?" her question made me rub my head and hair by turning my face away from her.

I looked back at him. Paying attention to him who looks groggy because of the sharpness of my gaze.

"Our relationship is over, Vika! Thank you for coming and also for your condolences for the passing of my father to the bosom of God. But now we have no more links. I've already served my sentence. And you've also made your decision." I said slowly. I don't have the energy to get angry let alone yell at Vika.

Vika's nose, lips and even chest look more different. Abaghfirullaahhhhhhhhhhh! Allah cursed my vision. Hhhh.. .

It looks like she had plastic surgery to make it look better. I smiled grinning. Laughing at my stupidity why I used to be so stupidly interested and even circling around. Hhh....

I walked out of my father's belly button. I don't want to fight Vika's mouth over her grave. Astaghfirullaah.I don't want my father to cry for me even when he's no longer in the world with me.

Vika followed my steps. I don't know what this girl wants. Even with his current appearance, I guess he could attract more men. Young, rich and handsome, unlike me.

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