JIWO PROMISE

The Sweetest Memories

The journey from the dormitory to the airport passed by Witri by holding Hari's coffin in the ambulance that drove very smoothly as if the road was provided only to pass the ambulance itself.

Witri was still with a face frozen with no tears. His hands were unceasing between stroking and hugging the coffin where the body of the husband had been sealed quiet for eternity.

Mind empty. Really can't think anything else but she's going home with her husband's body.

No one accompanied him to sit on the back of the ambulance because Witri did ask to be left alone with the deceased.

Nadi could only watch her from the front seat, where she sat next to the driver.

Sometimes he chatted with the driver in whisper mode as if he was talking in secret. Though only so as not to disturb the peace of Witri only means.

"A little later we arrive, Ma'am" said the driver in a slightly loud voice so that Witri would pay attention to his words.

"Ah, yes.." replied Witri while staring at the front of the car with a gameless gaze.

His hold on the coffin he blurted out like a hug until we meet again.

Witri was calm in the arms of Bu Ikhsan who would take him home to Jogja with Pak Nadi, Pak Ikhsan, and Pak Zul.

He did not move from the side of the ambulance door with his eyes moving agilely following every inch of the movement of the chest.

Only his face languished as the coffin was no longer visible to his gaze.

"Come on. We have to check in immediately." said Bu Ikhsan as he gently pulled his body to walk after the others.

"Mas Hari.." he muttered with a puzzled face.

"Today with us." cut off Bu Ikhsan quickly." We will see him later after arriving in Jogja." continued Bu Ikhsan who only greeted the weak nod of Witri.

The day trip felt very smooth and did not find any obstacles that slowed the journey home Day.

At Jogja airport they were picked up by Mamak and Hari's only sister, Mbak Tati and her husband.

The cries of Mamak and Mbak Tati broke when they saw Witri then they hugged tightly.

Witri was only able to lay his head limply on Mamak's shoulders without making a sound.

"The strong yes, Nduk. The patient." whispered Mamak while stroking his head.

Witri just nodded slowly.

Mbak Tati did not say anything other than tightly hugging Witri's body while as he pleased.

Seeing the blank look in Witri's eyes with a haggard face as if lifeless was enough for her to know how much sadness Witri was enduring.

The family already knows everything that happened in the last moments of the Day because Mr. Nadi had called Mr. Dukuh after finishing taking care of the administration earlier.

Tati and his father were so heartfelt that he gave up the day that Husnul Khatimah wished him to leave.

Taking a journey of nearly six hours in the air, followed by a nearly two-hour road trip, the mourning group arrived at the birthplace at night almost before.

Witri's heart leaflet like it had just returned to beat when the ambulance he was riding had passed the gate to enter the village.

In not five minutes they will arrive at Hari's parents' house.

Witri's body suddenly felt cold and pained. His head suddenly dizzy, the stomach feels irregular re mas, even nausea feels crashing up to the heart.

An accumulation of all the fear and sadness that was grappling in his mind at this moment seemed to want to explode in a moment more.

With a trembling body he forced his body to move slowly, inching to get off the ambulance when the back door of the ambulance was opened from the outside.

For a moment in his eyes again the chest that had never been separated he touched.

We've arrived, Mom...

His eyes could no longer see properly.

He had no idea who was standing around him. All he knew was that he only had to go down first so that the chest could come down immediately.

Isakan sounded filled his eardrums as soon as the soles of his feet touched the ground.

Welcoming the return of the two of them with an atmosphere of sorrow that is so thick.

Witri has not been willing to move from the side of the ambulance waiting for the chest to really come out.

Both of his arms are already in the arms of Bu Ikhsan and Mbak Tati to follow the chest that began to be carried walking towards the inside of the house to return to prayer by residents before then immediately buried.

Witri's eyes were staring at her mother-in-law who ran hunting towards her without being prevented by anyone.

With all her mother-in-law's strength it lunged towards her chest so strong that Mbak Tati and Bu Ikhsan's check on her arm slipped off and made Witri pushed back tightly.

The screams of some women who saw the sudden incident colored Witri's body that almost fell to the ground.

It was fortunate that a pair of sturdy arms received the back of Witri's body before successfully touching the ground.

Not yet back to stand up, a slap of strength hit Witri's cheek that was again greeted by the horrified cries of the women's voices.

Nadi nimbly rotated towards the front of Witri to avoid the lunge of Bu Dukuh which would be increasingly blind.

"Istigfar, Mum... Istigfar..." Mr. Dukuh and his daughter-in-law immediately blocked both arms of Bu Dukuh who was still struggling hysterically.

"I'll let Marriage Day be with you! I never should have let her marry you! You poor girl noah !!!" yelling Bu Dukuh while pointing his index finger at Witri who now seems to shiver in fear.

"You took him from me, his mother! You made me lose my only son! You are a female!!!" shouted Bu Dukuh still with thrashing while being pulled away from the location.

"Don't expect me to forgive you! I don't want to!" shouted again.

Witri was glued deep.

He didn't feel a slap that left a red stain on his cheek. The heat was not felt at all by him.

The corners of his lips that were torn and shed a little blood did not bother him at all.

Miss mama noah. Yes, she's noah's mother her own husband.

What her mother-in-law said was true.

Because of her, Hari died.

If only Hari hadn't married her, Hari would still be alive and Bu Dukuh wouldn't have lost her proud and beloved son.

Because Hari always protected her from her mother's ketusi, Hari seemed to stay away from her mother since they were married.

Yep. She took Hari from her mother.

He also caused Bu Dukuh to lose his son.

Witri squeezed the head wrapped in a headscarf with a rough movement without making a sound.

The voice of Bu Dukuh who called it a mother noah increasingly loudly filled his eardrum so it felt like it would blow up his entire head.

He asked Bu Ikhsan and Mamak who had just approached to follow him in order to calm Witri down.

"I'm a killer.." muttered Witri after being dropped Nadi in the middle room of his neighbor's house.

Mamak hugged her warmly and tightly without making a sound.

As powerful as the middle-aged woman was holding back her cries.

It is not the time to cry now. Her daughter was in great shock and was losing her consciousness.

Who else could look after, strengthen and embrace her if not her, this mother?

The world of her beloved daughter is in complete darkness because she has lost the light of her love. Who else could be a speck of light besides his affection?

Bu Ikhsan just sat docked to the body of Witri who was still covering both ears with both palms.

"Astagfirullahaladzim's chat... Astagfirullahaladzim apos...Let's immerse Mom, son." whispered Ms. Ikhsan with tears.

"I'm a murderer." again it's coming out of the middle of Witri's lips.

"Nobody killed. Nor was anyone killed." whispered Mamak while stroking the head of Witri who was now lying on his lap.

"Mas Hari.." muttered Witri softly and sadly. Shown in his mind as Hari looked at him with a stingy breath.

It felt like the day was recorded by dozens of sharp daggers.

"Not killed today, Nduk. You're the one who saw for yourself how he came home in peace right? you led him home in a very good way" said Mamak softly but convincingly.

"Mas Hari went alone. Me and Aksa can't come first he said. She's a good place, Mom. Very beautiful." said Witri like complaining.

Mama nodded despite a little astonishment.

"Today say that?" ask Mamak later.

"Yes" said Witri while nodding small.

"He's happy to live there?" ask Mamak again.

"Yes. He said he was happy there. But I can't come first. He said it's not time yet" Witri said.

Mom smiled haru.

"Then why are you sad now that you know Hari is in a good place, which she also likes to live there? You shouldn't be like this. Your husband is in a good place. Don't make it hard to leave you this way, Nduk. Istigfar.." said Mamak softly.

"But I'm Mak's killer." said Witri again insistent.

"Who did you kill?" ask Mamak later.

Witri was silent in confusion. Confused to answer what.

Who did he kill?

He didn't do anything, did he?

But Hari died from buying a testpack for him. Indirectly he caused the accident Day to die.

So indirectly he was the cause of Hari's death.

And then it's true her mother-in-law said she was a murderer.

"I killed Mas Hari, Mommy...!" jerit Witri arrived.

"What are you doing, hmm?" ask soft mamak.

No one knows how scared the minds of this middle-aged woman are.

"Mas Hari bought a testpack and then an accident." replied Witri after a moment of silence trying to clear her memory again.

"Did you make that accident?" ask Mamak later. Witri shook her head quickly.

"Nobody wants this, Mother. Not you, not Hari, not the one who crashed there with Hari. It all happened because of God who had written it like that." said Mamak while stroking softly Witri's cheek which seemed still flushed the former slap.

"But Mas Hari died." said Witri still trying to blame himself.

"Yes, Nduk...Day indeed died at this time." said Mamak without denying, making a pile of wounds that had been trying to hide Witri increasingly visible.

"Then it's our turn to die tomorrow. Following Day. Just wait for time." continued Mamak with a smile that somehow managed to calm Witri.

Just wait for time to die. He too will die, as experienced today.

"While waiting for that turn to come, we must prepare a lot of supplies so that we can go home peacefully and calmly" said Mamak again.

Witri remembered the face of the last day she saw. Late was very calm, peaceful, and looked handsome with a smile on the corner of his lips. It's so fun to see.

"Like Mas Hari? He was very sharp and looked handsome, Mak." muttered Witri with a slight happy smile at the corner of his lips.

"Yes. Like Day, Nduk. He's gone well. InshaaAllah Husnul khatimah. And his departure can not be filled with excessive and prolonged sorrow. She was already happy in her new place because she was a good person." said Mamak gently and affirming Witri's heart.

"But Mother..."

"Don't put it to the liver. The way people express their loss is of sorts. Bu Dukuh chose to express it by blaming the situation and others. You express it silently and hold back the cry. We must understand each other's choices to show affection and loss. He is as sad as you. Equally lose the light of heart." cut off Mamak.

"I'm living alone with Mas Hari, Mak." said Witri with eyes that began to glaze over.

There was a smile of relief on Mamak's face and Bu Ikhsan looked at Witri who was starting to be able to express her sadness.

"Who said he was left alone? You live in a very sweet memory the same day." cut off Bu Ikhsan while shaking his head.

"Aksa you must take care and care until he grows up and boasts his father. She's a sweet relic of the day, isn't she?" said Bu Ikhsan while gently stroking Witri's stomach.

Mamak smothered his mouth because he was surprised to know Witri was pregnant.

"You pregnant, Nduk?" ask Mamak with eyes that can not lie if happy.

Witri nodded slowly.

"Because buy testpack, Mas Hari like this." muttered Witri back down.

"Did you know you were pregnant?" ask Mamak quickly. Witri.

"Alhamdulillah...That's the main one. The father of this child knows of his whereabouts. That's enough, Nduk. Your next task is to look after, care for, and educate him so that he can make his father and you proud. She's the sweetest memory of the Day just for you" Mamak said as he kissed Witri's forehead.

Witri gently stroked her still flat stomach. A new spirit arose in his heart.

Take good care of these sweetest memories. For proud Hari to have left it in her womb.

I promise I'll take care of him, Mom. Our aksa.

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