Karuhuns
(Part 85: The End of a Story)
When I was pregnant, my body tended to be weak, the Commander said this was because I was pregnant with the baby Charisma of the Great Plane, which was dominant in nature. So the child took everything that was needed in large quantities to weaken my body, if the pregnant woman was just an ordinary woman, then her mother would often be hospitalized, if I did not. But honestly, I became weak, unable to fight at all.
Fortunately Malik was a good man, who would take care of Pram if I was weak like nausea and vomiting, but with incredible frequency. We don't use maids, we just go with Malik's mother, who is a psychic, to help with homework. We do not want to risk hiring ordinary people, because generally they will not feel at home and will talk about the little Pram in the back, since little Pram often communicates with ‘they’ who doesn't look like my troops and of course Karuhunku, for ordinary people, it can be scary as gossip, they will say my son is crazy.
My second pregnancy was probably a baby girl, the Commander said that she would have as much power as me but have a cold nature as Malik. I do not expect anything from my children, those who choose to be fighters like us or choose another path, our duty is only to accompany with costs and energy, the rest of them decide.
“Tomorrow 5 years Pram event, if you do not come also nothing, mama, papa, definitely know kok.” We're having dinner, Pram's asleep.
“I try to come, although a bit limp, but I try, I do not want to not come, this is a Pram.” memorial event We did always hold a memorial service for Pram's birthday and the day of his death, we gathered and prayed.
“Yaudah, tomorrow we gather together, now you rest, a quiet bobo, dear.”
Malik took me to bed, then we slept, tomorrow's a beautiful day to gather, Pram's day.
“Capek Ser?” Malik asked, before going to bed we were always pillow talk, talking about all day, whatever we have passed.
“As usual, very limp all day, nausea continues, somewhat dizzy as well.” I always complain, not that I am not grateful for being able to get pregnant, but this pregnancy is much heavier than my first pregnancy which is actually already heavy for ordinary women.
Malik hugged me, we were in a slanted sleeping position, facing each other.
“Have you checked the AKJ curriculum, for the new school year?” i asked. AKJ is the Kharisma Jagat Academy that actually has been running during Malik's time in prison.
“Udah, there are several revisions, I also email Aam so he can help check, he has been busy since he was appointed as the Board of Directors of the oil company.
“Oh yes, Aam just rose again yes, the new college graduated already directly so the Board of Directors of International companies, amazing my sister.”
“No wonder, her sister is like this.” Malik hugged me and kissed me on my forehead.
“Thank you, you trust me.” I kissed Malik's cheek.
“Thank you for accepting me again, sorry that I stopped you from being Ayi Mahogra.” There was a tone of regret in Malik's words.
“If I may repeat the time, I do not mind your decision, I know everything you do is always best for me. Because of your decisions, I can enjoy the feeling of living a normal life, the feeling of living like a human being in general, until my character is formed and all that is because of you, you, for guiding me and never the slightest bit tired of all my attitudes" I said. It was a feeling I was honestly conveying, like what I was feeling.
“I'm happy. We got married, had children, even you made your dreams come true by building an Academy for the Charisma of the World, but I'm honest until now, it hurts to remember that Pram sacrificed his body to save me and he did it because he knew that you would lose control and make this war into a sea of the Elders' blood. Pram has a good vision of the future, we can say it's intuition. Therefore he took a very tough decision, both for him and for us. Because of this sacrifice, our war won and all this happiness because of his sacrifice.” Malik has a lot of respect for Pram.
I wiped my tears hearing Malik's words.
“I still feel the pain if I remember how the keris pierced the body of Pram, our beloved friend, but if he saw all this, surely he will feel happy, he will feel happy, that the sacrifice is not in vain, we must take care of everything Pram left Malik, including mama and papa.” What I mean is Pram's parents. We called him that after Pram's departure.
“I agree, Mama and Papa we.” We were then closed in each other's arms, not forgetting to always pray that Pram be received at His side, placed in the most beautiful place.
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“Honey is ready?” Malik. I'm still in the room and out with a pale face, “still morning sick, baby?” Malik asked again.
“Yes, it's not good, Dad," Ayi replied.
The little boy was tidy, he was bathing, dressed and cooked breakfast by his father, we didn't wear Baby Sitter, just went home, and that was our confidant, malik's mom worked at the headquarters first. We don't want our child to be the subject of the Baby Sitter story, so as much as we can take care of our child alone, sometimes my mother, my mother-in-law, Seina, she said, or Maliyah came to stay and could have been extra hands to help me keep Pram.
“You don't have to come if so, I'm the same Pram who came.”
“Ya can not do dong, this is five years Pram, I did not come.” I forced.
Pramudya Aksara, that handsome and kind-hearted man has left, but his kindness is even still felt, our happiness is due to all his goodness. At least he was facing God because of the straight path he chose.
“Yaudah, but later there a lot of rest yes, dear.” Malik's worried.
“Ok, Boss.” Me and little Pram compact said it.
Every year we do gather at Pram's house, all my family and Malik's family, plus our new family, Pram's father and mother, Pram's only son and Malik manage to take their heart, so that Malik is already considered his son, might be able to calm the hearts of those who lost an only child in his golden age.
We finally made our way to Pram's house, an hour's drive until, it turned out that all had gathered, we were late. Yes, of course, I will vomit first and clear up the mood that was denied by vomiting.
“Mbak!” Seina grabbed me when I walked into the Pram family's mansion, the mansion and the mansion.
“New queen, why not honeymoon?” I sat on the sofa and teased my sister who a month ago married Mr. Hanif, her brother Malik.Funny too, my brother married my sister and my sister married her brother, ah God's destiny is hard to guess.
“No, here first only two days to go.”
“Pak Hanif, my sister should not be taken to a place that is not yes.”
“Biarin aja Ser, her husband's people who bring, let cepet pregnant.” My mom sat next to me.
“Mama Lila, where's Ma?” I asked Mama Pram.
“It was in the kitchen, he said again angetin uli your sticky rice, yesterday he was horrified from Malik you crave uli but did not meet, so now he made, ulinya mamah who brought dong.”
“Yeah, there's-there's aja, ngerepotin deh the father use say I crave.” Malik's complaint has been lately, he always asks the family for help if I crave, you weak man.
“Yes natural, his name is also wife again pregnant.”
“Pa.” I greeted Pram's father, he hugged me, while I was still sitting, he knew that I was weak so he took me to say hello.
“How are you Ser?” Papa asked.
“Good Pa, just yes so, still nausea vomiting continues.”
“Sabar yes, her name is also pregnant.”
“Insyaallah, Pa.”
Then Mami, Papi and Maliyah came to my sofa, they came from earlier, but already directly to the back, behind there was a garden wide enough for barbeque.
“Ser, Papi's grandson where?” My Father in law asked Pram.
“Nih.” I pointed at my stomach to tease her.
“Pram, Ser.” We all laughed, “to the back of his kayak, followed by his father, readyin uli gitu, Pi.”
“This is why everyone knows I crave snoring anyway? don't you guys have a family group chat huh?” I pouted in shame.
“Iya .... ” All in unison replied.
“What's the matter?” Aam is now the one who approached me, he turned out to be in the back garden as well.
“Hey, Don Juan, have time here but no time to visit his brother?” I protested to Aam.
I scowl because Aam has been busy lately, naturally, he works at one of the largest oil companies in the country, not half-hearted, his position as Young Director. My intuition is right, he is the genius, although at this time every look on his face there is guilt, because Mang Engkus became a row of people who died in that war.
Her father Aam, leave Aam to me in his last breath, he says a courtesy can fight with me, he apologizes to me for forcing his son to follow his wish, I kiss Mang Engkus' hand, he said, because I think after my father died, he became my guardian.
I was so happy, so long ago, I was just a scared girl from an incomplete family who was sealed to avoid ‘they’, but now I am a daughter who has many families, she said, they are people who love me and those who are invisible. I'm happy Pram, thank you for giving me this happiness.
Everything feels complete, Seina and Mr. Hanif are married, Mas Ridho and Mbak Ayu who every year is blessed with a baby, Maliyah who continues his S2 in England, Aam who is successful with his genius, Aam, me and Malik who finally able to build a family that is calm and happy, I do not want anything, especially God, all that You give so beautiful, so beautiful, only an unbroken prayer for Pram, for his sacrifice we can all still laugh here.
“Nih uli.” Malik approached with a deaf ear, I wiped away my tears as I remembered the war again.
“You're welcome, tell everyone I crave.”
“Yes abis, they always ask you again what, still vomit no, every day I was assigned to send a photo of you with little Pram to be sent to the family group, so yes they updated about you.”
“Kok I'm not in add?”
“They can't, he said, they don't want you not to be photographed or not story, so I'm the one they made an impromptu reporter.”
“What reporter?”
“Reporter's life story Ayi Mahogra, Seira Adam Hanida.” Malik laughs and feeds his deafness to me.
Thank You, Thank You Pram ....
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“Today we all gather to open a new school year, I know that some of you are still very small and maybe scared, but this is where you are safest, this is where you will not be afraid anymore, will not feel crazy anymore and can master the blessings God gives. Therefore, I am currently Ayi Mahogra Kharisma Jagat, opening this year's Academy, a new school year for this school, with a feeling of joy and high spirit, with a strong sense of joy, for you the candidates for the Kharisma of the Pasundan Landmass, stand your face, face the world with pride and gratitude, because you are the chosen people to help people who are in trouble because of what they cannot see, hear and feel, while we are able, for that, never be ashamed and always be grateful for this gift, because you are candidates for Kharisma Jagat.”
The applause of the students of Kharisma Jagat Academy is thundering, we accept everyone with special abilities of all ages, they will be taught us with all sincerity, glory and honor.
Me, Malik, Aam, Mang Nariman, Raja Babati and his wife Nyai Jasmine, Behra and her husband bohra Kharisma Jagat couple who love each other, and, of course they were married not because of customary marriage but because of mutual love and God's destiny to be together, and all Karuhun gathered in the field, today is the opening of a new school year, he said, although the Kharisma Jagat Academy consists of only hundreds of people, we try to keep the system professional, because we want to educate these children professionally, until later they can plunge into society well, with formal education and of course true supernatural education, help, loyalty and faith are things that they must hold firmly.
For this reason we built this building and the system, all the costs borne by my adopted brother, Raja Bapati, were done by Karuhun and built by me and Malik. This is the year Malik finally joined after five years in prison.
“Ser rest first yuk.” Malik took me to my seat, Mang Nariman is currently giving advice to prospective students.
“If not strong break in the room, yes?” Malik asked.
I'm still pregnant with my second and weak child.
“I'm excited even though I'm weak like this, sorry to bother you dear," I said.
“I never feel bothered when I have to take care of you.” Malik stroked my head, just like he used to when we were in school, in college and working together.
Then we close the opening of the Academy this new school year with a solemn prayer, from here I see these children as our hope for a balanced world order, a world filled with kindness and sincerity.
Thank you God for giving such wonderful privileges and blessings to everyone.
Seira Adam Hanida (Sabai Morscheck)
The Visual of Malik Rainan (Jun Matsumoto)
Visual Pramudya Aksara (Arifin Putra)
EXPIRE
SEE YOU IN SEASON 2
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Author's Note :
Thank you to everyone who wants to read, comment, like and vote, you who read from the beginning, both the FB version and NT/MT versions are really the people who make me learn, from your comments I know that what I did was right or wrong. From your comments I got so high spirits, from you I know that what I did was not in vain.
I have nothing but you who cherish my work, talent without sincerity will still be rubbish, unless you have fans and you are good people who also become a ladder for Karuhun to slowly climb up, the initial viewer is only 10-20 people, up to 1000 views, you are truly extraordinary.
Sorry if I am still wrong a lot, still like Typo, still like emotional outbursts, but really your shared experience in composing this work will never be missed, I will never forget, I'll tell my grandchildren that I have you, loyal fans of my writing.
Thank you for the support, constructive criticism and prayers you offer me, may you all be healthy always and we all be given health and fortune until we can meet again next year in KARUHUN SEASON 2.
Again, I say a lot of THANKS
DEAR GREETINGS FROM ME, AUTHOR KARUHUN.
