I'm taking you off, Mas!

Mr. Rio Died

Everyone was shocked to find out that Mr. Rio had breathed his last that afternoon. A truly extraordinary event. Mr. Rio died after performing dzuhur prayer. Regret was felt by Yara who at that time got the mandate to wake Pak Rio after azan dhuzur reverberated. Not that she didn't want to wake up but Yara was too late. He saw that Mr. Rio was praying alone, meaning that Mr. Rio was already awake when entering the prayer time that afternoon. No one knows when Mr. Rio took his last breath. No one was accompanying him at the time. That happened so briefly too.

“If I had waited for papa to finish praying earlier, Mas. Maybe I could talk to papa in the last moment of his life” Yara said full of regret. The woman continued to regret herself. When Yara could not watch and know when the death saccharatul occurred when Yara left Pak Rio's room for only a moment, before leaving Yara saw her father still performing prayers. Only a few minutes later Yara left Pak Rio to welcome her beloved husband. When it returned, Mr. Rio was no longer breathing.

“Already, Baby. Never regret yourself. This is the end of papa's life. Now all we have to do is to let go and pray for papa to be calm on the side of Allah,” said Erza while continuing to calm his wife. “Now we take him to his final resting place. Is not here the place he asked to join the late Mama Mira,” said Erza while continuing to calm Yara.

Suppose Erza's plan can be from his beloved wife.

According to family decision. Mr. Rio will be buried next to Mama Mira's late pusara. Located in Mojokerto. Erza immediately prepared everything.

The news was immediately reported to Afkar. Unfortunately, the man was not in place. Afkar's cell phone was left behind when the man checked the goods elsewhere. Erza did not want to delay the funeral procession, she then sent a short message to inform Afkar about the death of Mr. Rio.

After Mr. Rio's body was bathed and polished. They are ready to fly to the destination, which is Mojokerto. The town where Mama Mira's grave is located. Using a plane trip Jakarta-Mojokerto can be taken only 1.5 hours. And finally the body of Mr. Rio arrived at the public cemetery. All the families and bodies slowly entered the cemetery area. There are many people waiting for the arrival of Mr. Rio's body. Including Ms. Lydia, the orphanage mother who used to live with the late Mama Mira.

Syafa felt a deep sadness when he saw the body being taken down from the coffin. The body that was stiffened and wrapped in a shroud was removed from the coffin to be immediately inserted into the burrow.

Syafa was very sad when he saw his father's body for the last time. Mr. Rio's first child was always with him. So he was still devastated when he learned that his father died sleeping on the bed hugging a white rose in his hand.

“Excuse Syafa, Pah. Sorry if all this time Syafa has not been able to make papa proud,” shrewd Syafa still with his sad sobs.

“Bu,” call Yara on Bu Lydia. The two women who had not met for a long time were hugging each other.

“Yara, who is patient huh, Nak?” said Miss Lydia in her arms.

“I just felt happiness with papa, Mom. But why did the Creator so quickly call him.” Yara spilled her tears again.

“Hey ... Don't cry already. Poor your papa. Don't burden his departure. Sincerely, all have become a suratan destiny that must be lived. Be grateful before he leaves, you are already with him.” Miss Lydia calmed Yara down then slowly took off her embrace.

His extended hand wiped the tears that drenched Yara's cheeks. Then Lady Lydia turned to Syafa who was on Yara's side.

“You must also be sincere. Take your father to his final resting place without crying. Show your kink in front of their belly button.” Ms. Lydia also embraced Syafa in an embrace. “Strong yourself, Son! Patience, sincere yes!” Ms. Lydia gently rubbed Shafa's shoulder giving the woman some calm.

After giving advice and calmness to Syafa and Yara. Ms. Lydia turned to Mama Anggi, smiling warmly at the woman. The mother-in-law of Yara who helped deliver Mr. Rio's funeral to his final resting place. He was with Dhiya. A little girl who is now a teenager. Miss Lydia greeted the little girl briefly. He also saw a look of sadness on Dhiya. “That's patient yes, Darling!” Ms. Lydia rubbed Dhiya's cheek gently. Then switch to Mama Anggi. Only a smile was given to the woman because the funeral process was immediately carried out.

Erza and Roni are seen helping residents who usually take care of funerals. Now is the time for Mr. Rio's body to be buried. The clerical figures who used to take care of the dead directly descended into the burrow. And then there was the Azan. The mourners present and the families left behind were so solemn that they heard the chanting of the Adhan until it was finished.

“Who will help to lower the may?” ask the cleric.

Erza and Roni volunteered. The burial process was immediately carried out because time continued to pass. The sun was getting codongs to leave the place of the dispute.

Little by little the loose soil is inserted into the burrow. Until the body wrapped in the shroud was no longer visible. Yara tried to hold back her tears so as not to return home. He did not want his tears to be a burden to his father.

Yara's mind as she saw the burrow was perfectly closed. Leave a mound on it.

Yara, Syafa and Dhiya sprinkled the mound with flowers brought from Jakarta. Not to be missed also sprinkled the navel of the late Mama Mira with the flower. Her favorite white rose. Now the two centers of Mama Mira and Pak Rio are side by side.

The cleric recited the prayer before they departed from the funeral. The sad atmosphere was felt more and more as the strings of the prayer temple were recited for the deceased. Syafa felt a heart-wrenching sadness at that moment. I don't feel her tears flowing back down her cheeks. Syafa feels at the end of his father's life, has not been able to give happiness. And Syafa remembered very well the last message from Mr. Rio. It is better to be loved than to love because a woman should feel the love of someone who loves us so much. And hope Mr. Rio may there be a man who loves Syafa sincerely.

After the prayer was over, one by one the mourners left from there. Condolences were also spoken from them for the families left behind.

“We'd better rest in the parlor!” take Miss Lydia to everything.

Erza nodded in agreement to the invitation from Miss Lydia. “Come, Darling. You should also rest! Pity our baby,” said Erza.

“Iya, Ra. You are pregnant do not get soy sauce,” continued Mama Anggi.

Yara followed her husband and mother-in-law. Followed by Syafa and Roni the last one is there. Occasionally Shafa and Yara looked back trying to make their father leave with a chest of air.

They were from the funeral. The atmosphere turned quiet. The breeze and the fragrance of the white rose was so smelled. Nature seemed to welcome Mr. Rio's arrival there. The couple reunited and were close together after decades of separation.

Dhiya's steps came to a halt as the little boy almost entered the car. Dhiya turned his head towards the two tombs that were perfectly covered by white rose petals. Then the boy smiled when he saw the shadow of his grandfather standing side by side with a woman he had seen his face in the photo. The two men waved at Dhiya. Dhiya reflexes returned the wave of the hand. Then he ends it after being told to get into the car by Yara.

Dhiya's actions astonished Yara. The mother followed Dhiya's point of view. He saw no one there.

"Sister, who did you wave your hand to?" yara asked as Dhiya got into the car and sat down next to her.

"Same grandparents too, Mother," replied Dhiya.

Yara commented on the happy smile in the midst of her sadness. He felt relieved that his father was with the woman he loved at this time. In a different world than them.

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The To Be Continued.

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