Just a Bond

Thank You

"Dad!" I shouted as I watched his body collapse to the floor. Quick, I crawled closer to Dad. His eyes were closed, his breathing was riled up. Mas Gibran and Mas Reza followed me. Weny and Rifka who are still shocked by the departure of Mom, increasingly hysterical to see Dad suddenly collapsed. The two also came down, approaching Dad.

"Dad, I'm up." I pat her cheeks slowly, but her eyes do not open.

Heads up. "Doctor, help my father, Doctor," I cried out to see that Dad was unconscious as well, but Mas Reza was already as strong as possible to pinch Dad's arm, so he quickly realized.

"Come, Doctor! Help Dad!" Rifka also shouted.

"Yeah. Let's help bring Mr. Ahmad inside, yes" said the doctor, but he did not move a little from where he stood. I don't know what's on his mind.

Seeing that, I got up, then without excuse tugged at the doctor's arm.

"Come, Doctor. Help my father." I took the doctor's step. "Surge. Make way for the doctor."

"Yes, Deck. Calm. Let's take it inside, Mas," said the doctor.

Mas Reza and Mas Gibran carried Dad into the room. After sending Father to the doctor, Mas Reza and Mas Gibran came out.

My two beloved men besides Father split up to calm us down. As Gibran approached Weny and Rifka, Mas Reza approached me. As soon as he stood beside me, quickly, I sprinkled the body into his arms.

"Mas, Dad's gonna be fine, isn't he, Mas?"

I wouldn't be able to lose two angels at the same time.

"Yes, Najwa. Dad must be okay. Relax, yeah. Pray for Dad."

"But I've been doain Mommy, I'm gone, Mas."

"Don't do this, Najwa. I left because it was time to come."

"But this is too sudden, Mom. I didn't think this morning was Mom's last message for us."

My crying is breaking. Apparently, the answer to the awkwardness of my feelings when Mom was about to leave earlier was this.

God, if I had known it would be like this, I would have forbidden you from leaving. Astaghfirullahal. Forgive me, O Allah.

"You know for yourself, the death came unexpectedly. Want to be sudden or not, if it has arrived, it must be dead. It's been. Calm yourself. Pray for me, pray for me too."

"Bak Najwa, what's the last message?" rifka asked with her voice. Maybe he was curious, because the only person who wasn't there when Mom was leaving was him.

"Before you leave, I'm looking for you. But you don't know where" I replied.

"Mother also sends her greetings, she said, I'm sorry." Weny added. What Weny said instead made Rifka back hysterical.

"Why aren't you guys calling me to the room? I was in my room after I was told to go with Mom."

"Bak Rifka said that, and I was in a hurry." Weny returned.

"It's all because of you. Try you just went right away when told Mom, I'm not going to suck."

"Why did you turn on Weny, sister?"

"The you-"

"Already, stop!"

It was not only Weny and Rifka who were sounding at the screams. I was shocked too. This is the first time I've seen Mas Gibran screaming. He looks so angry. The sanguine highlight of his eyes that was bathed in the clear liquid was slowly flushed red, implying a mounting fury.

"This state of panic and sadness is like this you still have a fight! No Weny, no Rifka, everything's wrong!" I approached my first brother, then I rubbed his shoulders so he wouldn't get out of control. Diva came closer, and stood beside her.

"Mas, calm down" said Ms Diva. The woman then turned to look at Rifka and Weny who were still looking at each other with a look of annoyance still emanating in her eyes. "Weny, Rifka. It's been. Let's pray for Dad's safety. Also, if I knew you were like this, he would be sad."

Both of them were silent after hearing the words of Mbak Diva. Although I'm sure they still won't budge.

Moments later, the doctor who treated me came out. Again Mas Gibran and Mas Reza compact approached him.

"Pak Ahmad's heart condition is very weak, Mas. Maybe because of the shock when Aminah's mother was hit, and now must accept the fact that Aminah Bu was not saved," explained the doctor.

"Then what should we do, Doc?" ask Mas Gibran.

"Finely, for a while Mr. Ahmad was treated here first, Mas. I'll help you handle it."

"Oh, yes. For the body of Ms Aminah, would you like to be tajhiz here would you like to take it home?"

"I called my uncle first, Doctor. I'll tell you what it will be like" break up Mas Gibran. The doctor was willing to deal with other patients.

"Za, you're here, yeah. Take care of your brothers. Who knows, I'll wake up later. I'd like to call the family for necessities at home."

“Najwa?” One call and a soft touch on the shoulder, distracting me from the shadow of the past. Suddenly, I raised my head and looked at Mas Farhan who was also looking at me.

A gust of rough breathing slowly came out from the nose. I spread my eyes across the broad side of the cemetery. Instantly the chant of istigfar was uttered from these lips. Moisturize slowly all sides of the face, as well as tears that do not know when to fall wet the cheeks. I turned my face back towards Mas Farhan. “Sorry, Mom. I'm so daydreaming gini.”

Mas Farhan nodded. “It's okay.”

"I miss Mom, Mom." I felt my eyes back in tears. Not long after, a single tear flashed back. Though five years passed, the wound due to the departure of Mother is still as painful.

Mas Farhan's right hand moved wiping away my tears. It makes me stunned for a moment.

"I don't know how much it hurts my parents, but a little bit I understand." I was more stunned when Mas Farhan's hand cupped my face, then he smiled gently while looking at me. "You're still lucky. Even though there is no Mother, you still have Father, there is Mas Reza who is always beside you, there are other brothers of yours as well. Don't lose once make you forget that there are still many lives you can be grateful for."

Oh my God, whose husband is this, anyway? Very wise.

"And now, I also have you, Mas. Thank you for letting me know." I bring my best smile to my beloved husband. However, that seemingly forced nodding response left me a little disappointed.

“Come home. It's been half five past.”

Quick, I grabbed Mas Farhan's left hand to look at his watch. My eyeballs were rounded when I saw the little needle perched in the middle four and five.

I looked up, looking at Mas Farhan who was just silent when I pulled his hand earlier. "Mas, why didn't you rush to realize me from earlier, anyway? Imagine, we're from half-four to arrive here, Mas. Not going to go home what?"

Sucks Mas Farhan, he chuckles softly. It's in the graveyard, lo. If I get here last night, what's my fate?

"Why? Scared?" asked Mas Farhan on the sidelines of his piety.

"Mas Farhan, uh. I know I'm a coward."

"There's me."

I gawked at Mas Farhan's words, especially as he grabbed onto my shoulder. This is Mas Farhan why, anyway?

"Of course, let's go home. Or you really want to be here, let's make friends with members here."

"Mas Farhaan!"

"Yes, that's why. Let's get up."

"Help, Mum."

Mas Farhan clucked softly, but was quite heard by me. "Yes, come on." Mas Farhan had already stood up first, then extended his right hand.

"Start, Mom."

I looked back at Mother's grave. “Bu, Najwa says goodbye, yes. God willing Najwa back here again.”

“As-salamu ‘alaikum, Bu,” says Mas Farhan. I received Mas Farhan's hand, then got up. As I was about to release his hand, he instead tightened his grip, then took me to leave the cemetery.

Oh my God, I mean, you can act sweet too, yeah.

We walked towards our house.

“Who's inside? Very crowded.” Mas Farhan turned his head towards me while frowning.

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Sumenep, Madura, East Java

Saturday, 31 July 2021