I'm the Unacknowledged

Surya Aki Cemetery

Argha drove his vehicle at high speed. Repeatedly he almost hit the vehicle that was in front. The accusations and insults of other road users, he did not ignore. The news of his grandfather's death, made Argha drive recklessly.

For a moment, Argha pulled the car over. Trying to stabilize the increasingly irregular heartbeat. A moment later, the childhood memories of Argha one by one flashed through his mind.

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Meanwhile, in the main mansion.

Tuan Jaya, who was lying helplessly, was only able to flinch when she heard the news of her in-laws' death. It has been almost two weeks Mr. Jaya has had a complete rest. He has dengue fever. Therefore, to stabilize his body again, Mr. Jaya is advised to bedrest.

Wh-tok-tok!

"Sir, can Siti come in?" said Tuan Jaya's housekeeper from behind the room door.

For a while, there was no confirmation from inside the room. I don't know what his employer is doing behind this door, thought Bik Siti.

"Master, Siti brought food for lunch, sir," added Bik Siti.

"Just go in, Sit!" mr Jaya's orders, hoarse.

The middle-aged woman, pressed the door handle and pushed it slowly. After the door opened, Bik Siti entered her master's room.

"This is the food, sir," said Bik Siti while putting a tray containing mister Jaya's food on the nightstand.

Mr. Jaya smiled. A second later, he said, "Thank you, Sit."

"Together, Sir," said Bik Siti.

"Oh yes, Sit. Is your madam not home yet?" tuan Jaya asked, asking his wife.

"Not yet, sir," replied Bik Siti, nervous.

"Where did your mistress go, Sit?" Mr. Jay asked again.

"His words, emh .. nyo-lady Rosma a-there's arisan, sir." Bik Siti increasingly stammered in answering Mr. Jaya's question.

The huft!

Mr. Jaya was breathing violently. He smiled sinisterly as he stared blankly at the ceiling of his room.

"Even, the husband is lying sick, he is still concerned about his social group" muttered Tuan Jaya.

Bik Siti who heard the muttering of the master, felt pity. He has served in this family for almost 28 years. However, since the last 20 years, he has not seen happiness emanated in the look of his employer's face. Laughter seems to disappear. Even his big smile was gone. Buried with the body of his first wife. The presence of the second mistress in this mansion was unable to restore the happy radiance on her master's face.

"Do you need anything?" ask Bik Siti.

"No, Sit. I don't need anything" replied Mr. Jaya.

"If you need something, do not hesitate to rule me," continued Siti.

Mr. Jaya smiled again in response to the words of his house assistant.

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Towards Asar, Argha arrived at the residence of Enin Ifah. When Argha arrived at his grandmother's house, it turned out that Aki Surya's body had been sent to the mosque. The plan, before being buried, Aki Surya will be addressed first in the village mosque. With one of her relatives on her grandmother's side, Argha goes to the mosque to see her grandfather's face one last time.

Inside the mosque. The mourners kept coming to perform the funeral prayer. So too with Argha. After taking ablution, Argha then joined the congregation to crucify his grandfather. When it was finished, Aki Surya's relatives led Argha to approach the coffin.

"Please remove the face cloth, son!" grandpa Abdul's orders to one of the santri who was beside the keranda.

"Already, Adi. Aki you've calmed down in nature there. There is no need to weigh his steps with your cries" said Grandpa Abdul.

Argha nodded. A moment later, both of his hands wiped away the tears that kept flowing.

Suddenly, the local cleric asked the family of the deceased. "Is Aki Surya's body buried now?"

Grandpa Abdul spread his eyes. I don't know who he's looking for. However, when he did not find the person, he turned his eyes back to Argha.

"Did your father not come, Adi?" ask Grandpa Abdul.

"It just so happens that I'm sick, Cake. He had DHF and was required to rest completely at home. Therefore, he could not come" replied Argha.

"alright. It seems like nothing is waiting for anymore. We'd better bury the body now. Pity also if too long has not been buried," said Grandpa bAbdul who is none other than his biological sister Aki Surya.

After the local ustadz gave the order, the coffin was finally lifted by the young men who had been assigned to lift. However, as a granddaughter who wanted to serve in the last seconds of the grandfather, Argha asked permission to take part in lifting the coffin of his late grandfather.

"Alright, please Adi Nak!" ustadz Zakaria said, allowing Argha to carry the body of his grandfather.

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So many people who deliver the body of Aki Surya to his final resting place. Among the people in his village, Aki Surya is known as a good person who is very generous. Moreover, his status as a public figure, made Aki Surya so respected by the citizens.

The plan, Aki Surya will be buried in the family's cemetery. The family cemetery is located behind a hill of memories. The only access to the cemetery, which is through the hill of memory itself with a fairly steep and rocky road.

Every now and then, Argha wiped his sweat. Perhaps, due to the age factor, or lack of exercise, he felt tired when climbing the hill that was getting uphill. However, for the sake of the final respect to his grandfather, Argha should be able to be strong.

Arriving at the venue, the funeral procession of Aki Surya was held. After an hour of funeral procession, finally one pet one, the deliverymen disbanded.

Seeing his late brother's grandson still crouching in front of the navel, Grandpa Abdul approached Argha.

"Let's go home, Adi!" take Grandpa Abdul and touch Argha's shoulder.

Argha. However, before long, he looked back at the wooden gravestone that had been stuck for a while.

"A little while, Cake. Adi still wants to be with the battery" replied Argha.

Grandpa Abdul took a deep breath. He could understand the grief of his grandson. In the end, Grandpa Abdul allowed Argha to live out his solitude.

"Yes, then Grandpa went home first" Grandpa Abdul said.

"Yes, Cake" answered Argha briefly.

However, before returning home, Grandpa Abdul gave the message to Argha.

"Please don't take too long, Adi. Soon azan magrib reverberated. Pity you if left alone at home" Grandpa Abdul said.

Argha simply nodded his head in response to Abdul's grandfather's remark.

After Grandpa Abdul left the tomb, Argha stroked the wooden tombstone. A second later, he was monologuing," Aki did not need to worry. In accordance with Adi's promise, as powerful as Adi will run the mandate of Aki, which is to keep enin. Goodbye to Aki. Heaven always awaits good people like Aki."

Without feeling it, it was getting late. After seeing the timepiece showing at half six in the afternoon, Argha stood up. He started swinging his steps to leave Aki Surya's tomb.

When passing through the hill of memories. Both eyes of Argha as if hypnotized with the joy of a girl who was playing skateboarding on the grass.

"Who is he?"