I WAS THE THIRD PERSON

The Seventy Five

A pair of men sat down on the side of a mound. After saying the prayer, the woman continued to stare at the tombstone engraved with her name.

 "That's your long name?" The woman nodded.

"Your family must be sad to lose you?" The woman smiled bitterly.

"I have no family!"

"Your husband?" Again he smiled bitterly.

"Maybe I mean ex-husband. We haven't been in a relationship for long, and he thinks I'm dead. Are we not divorced in the eyes of our religion? Even our marriage was just a series of unregistered states!" The man on the woman's side nodded.

"Well the day is getting hotter, we're leaving now!" The woman nodded.

"We haven't had breakfast yet, what if we're looking for something to eat?"

"By, Om ...."

"What do you want to eat?"

"As usual!"

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A few moments later ...

"Nake?"

"Enak, Om! I'm starting to like this food!" The man smiled.

"Om ... stop looking at me like that while I'm eating!"

"I'm glad to see you!"

"Because my face is the face of Om's wife!" Instantly the jaws of sadness appeared on the face of the mature man who had the radiance of sincerity.

"I'm sorry if you don't like your face right now!"

"Om talkin' what! This face is beautiful, I like it. I got a second life from Om. How I'm going to blame Om's decision to give this face" said the woman solemnly. The man smiled.

"Om ... what is the owner of this face so Om loves?"

"Very!" he said after previously answering with a nod.

"Hmm .. can I know how the nature of the owner of this face is?"

"Good .. it is very good, also soft. It's already! Don't talk anymore! Finish your food!"

"Yes, I'll finish my meal, but Om also has to finish the seafood Om fried rice!" The man smiled.

"Of course!" The two continued eating after.

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Some time when their meal was over, without warning the man took a tissue and swept his lips that contained a little peanut seasoning.

"Hee .. sorry my meal is a mess! Give me Om's knife, I can clean my own lips!"

"I'm sorry, I spontaneously did. Sometimes I feel like you're him!" lirih the man. He looked down for a while and said back after.

"Is there a place you want to visit after this?"

"Are you not going to the office today?"

"Today I took a day off and took a job from home. I only hold two shops at the moment."

"Don't Om have a shop in Ausie? I'm sorry, I overheard when Om's assistant named Aldo went home."

"Now answer me, where are we going after this?"

"I want to go to Suswati's house! If Om is tired, I can go there myself."

"It takes 1.5 hours to get there. I'll drop off!"

"Thank you, Om."

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The simple building was before them at this moment. Looks like a middle-aged woman is drying opaque on the face of the house. A 17teen-year-old girl on the side of the house was doing schoolwork, while a 12-year-old boy appeared to be playing ball in the yard. Yes, it's Sunday and school is off.

The glassy Netra colored the woman's face looking at the sight. Until he decided to go down, and the man followed behind.

"Assalamu'alaikum ..." said his greeting.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, uh .. This is Kiran's friend, right? Come on in, Tea, Sir!"

"How are you doing, mother and sisters?"

"Alhamdulillah well, Tea. Thanks a lot Tea, this year Teteh always help the economy of the mother. Emang kebangetan Kiran, he said work in the city. Even a year and a half this boro-boro nengok, call already never Tea. I really want to find Kiran, want to know the news. But the kids in the house are not there to take care of. Kiran ... Kiran .. I can only doain you son. Let it succeed and be in good condition in the region." Those middle-aged eyes glazed over describing the deep longing on the figure of his daughter.

The pain was also felt by the woman sitting in front of the mother, a great guilt enveloping her brain. Inner whispered. "What if Suswati's mother finds out that Kiran's daughter is dead. And the severity of his daughter buried with a gravestone bearing my name." The chest is tight. It hurt so much that the circles kept coming out.

"Teh ... Teteh's fine, right?" asked Suswati's mother astonished to see the guest who often helped her suddenly look sad.

"Mom, looks like we have to go home! It's a little money to help kids' school fees!" said the man while giving some money from his wallet.

"Oh sir .. We're troubling you. Who are you guys really? Why is it so good with mom's family?"

"Mom doesn't have to think much. This is the sustenance of Allah!"

"Nuhun Tea, Sir. May Allah repay your kindness."

The man helped the woman stand up, the sadness had made her body weaken.

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"Thank you, Om! I'm a hassle again, Om! After finding a way to take my deposit at the Bank, I'll pay all my debt to Om!" The man smiled.

"Don't think about it! I can see my late wife's face on yours. That's more than enough."

"The wife of Om is indeed a lucky woman who has the full love of Om, even when her life is gone."

The long breath was done, it seemed the man continued to menggelalkan emotions that immediately burst into remembrance of the events of 5 years ago that claimed the life of the owner of his heart.

That night everything seemed normal, he and his wife as usual always had a lot of time to talk before going to bed. Given the beginning of the meeting of the two, the separation they had to go through until finally the time to reunite the two again, the birth of the first twin children who were shrouded in a lot of grief because the princess was in fact born in a bad condition, the kidnapping caused a long depression for his wife and many more things they said that night.

And that morning the sky in the Northern Territory looked gray. The wife who usually woke up first seemed still comfortable covered. Until half an hour passed the body was not awake. He shook as call after call, sweep, and kiss on the ground he still did not respond.

The morning grew gray when there was no pulse in the pulse, the chest that used to move up and down did not indicate his movement. The raga was instantly destroyed, chaotic and bitter as the doctor who was brought in declared the body no longer alive.

What an angel picked up so beautifully on his bidawariya, that beautiful smile really made the whole house did not think that the soul had separated from the body.

Since that day the man decided to return to his country to include the body of the wife who will be buried in the place where he grew up and close to his loved ones.

Since then the beautiful body that has matured but still exudes its charm turned 180° into a private closed and happy to be alone. Half his soul seemed to fly with his lover's soul.

He ignored her around, his life empty and lonely. Fortunately, his four children still held half his other soul. Until over time he returned to his activities even though the emptiness was still felt.

That morning a year and a half ago was the beginning he returned to know there is a form of facial expression called smile and there is a sense called happy.

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