Love is Not Finished

CHAPTER 11: He's gone

Sundays.

I started getting ready to put clothes in my suitcase. Don't forget the textbooks to learn later at my new boarding house.

Papa is well dressed. Today only Papa can take me. Because Mama has a wedding invitation for her best friend's son that can not be missed. And only Zurilah can accompany Mama.

"Okay Zanu, be careful during the stand and at the boarding house, son, remember the advice of Mama so far. Take good care of yourself" Mama said, hugging and kissing my cheek.

"Okay Ma, Zanu actually can't get far away like this" I replied sadly and started crying.

"Already, you've grown up Zanu. From now on, you have to learn independently. Can't be spoiled anymore, just focus on your lecture later. Mama's extra pocket money so as not to lack money while there,"

"Yes Ma, thank you. Zanu will try to be independent and not crybaby. Drugs, Zanu go first Ma,"

I hugged Mama and Salaman. I saw the look on Mama's face as heavy as letting go of me. Even though the distance of the house to the big city only takes an hour and a half. So, anytime Papa and Mama can get to my place.

Papa lifts the suitcase into the trunk of the car. Zuri hugged me for a moment, I saw she started crying and let go of me.

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The car drove towards the destination where I started my life story away from my parents, for their ideals and hopes.

Arriving at the boarding house, I met with friends outside the area. They also follow the bimbel like me. But at the boarding house there is also a senior brother who is in college, where the campus position is not too far from the boarding house.

Papa drove me into the boarding room and then went for a while to buy some packaged rice.

While I took the time to get acquainted with the people who ngekost there. Everything looks good and friendly.

Half an hour later, Papa came and gave me a rice pack for lunch.

"Zanu, here's the badge. Papa had eaten earlier in the place, live you who have not eaten. Papa goes home right away, son, this is extra money for you. Don't wander the nights, run out the bill straight home. Next to this hostel is a restaurant, you buy food there, okay Zanu?" papa's explanation.

"Good Pa. Every Saturday pick up Zanu ya Pa" I replied with a bit of sadness.

"Yes, Papa's gonna pick up. You should be able to take care of yourself, not whiny,"

"Good Pa,"

I hugged Papa and felt her. With a little weight Papa's heart came out of the boarding house and he went home. I am alone in this room.

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The bimbel begins tomorrow. Because of the increase in the number of bimbel participants, then divided each group with a different schedule and time. Except at night.

I make different friends every day. Because it does not specify the schedule, then the friendship when the bimbel is just say hello only.

The day changed, finally what I was waiting for came too. On Saturday my father picked me up and took me home. It's great to see Papa back and be with the family.

"Zanu, here let Papa carry the goods. Oiya, how's the limbel? Any difficulties?" asked Papa while carrying my backpack out of the boarding house.

"Alhamdulillah smoothly Pa, just a little problem about changing schedules. Sometimes Zanu and the others are late because the learning location is also different," I replied as I followed behind Papa and headed to the car.

Papa starts the engine and drives home. Somehow, during the return trip, Papa was more silent. Like there was something she was hiding.

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"Pa, Mama and Zuri why don't you pick up?" my many.

"Mama and Zuri have needs. We'll catch them there" Papa replied, as carefully as I answered my question.

"Where did Pa go?" manya curious.

"Hhmmm.., look, Zuri, there's bad news. Don't be surprised, son," replied Papa.

"What's wrong?"

"Figure died. He had an accident yesterday afternoon while heading to the city of M," replied Papa slowly.

Prosecutors!!

I was so shocked to hear Papa's words. As if I do not believe Papa's information, it feels like recently I met Brother. And indeed the last time I met I felt something strange about his attitude.

Is that a sign?

I don't feel my tears dripping.

"He wants to propose to his girlfriend Zanu, his family from the village following tomorrow to the city of M. But fate says something else" replied Papa.

I'm silent. So fast did you go Bang? I just felt that love.

But here who certainly feels more sadness is his parents and future wife. I can't imagine what it's like to lose a loved one. I was just one of the people who had been close to my brother.

Suddenly I remembered the handkerchief my brother had given me back then and forgot to return it.

Ow hell! Why can I forget yes.

"Zanu, why shut up, son?"

"There's nothing Pa. Zanu only remembered his handkerchief Brother who forgot to return, "I replied.

"You just keep Zanu for a memento,"

"Yes Pa,"

An hour later, Papa's car headed straight to the public cemetery. Which is not too far from the rented house. There were already seen many people who were mourning.

Me and Papa got out of the car. Already seen Mama and Zuri from a distance, we walked following from behind.

There I saw his future wife Brother who looked haggard and lethargic. His eyes had been puffy from crying all day. So did Abang's parents and family who had come all the way here just to attend his last funeral.

Everyone present, khusuk read the do'a and then followed by sowing flowers on top of the navel Abang. Nyess! I feel sad in my heart.

Brother, why are you suddenly gone? I will always remember what you said - Follow your heart Zanu -. I hope I can graduate and become a great lawyer someday.

"Zanu, why look. Can't reflect here, let's go home," said Mama.

"Eh yes, well Ma,"

My family and I went from there. We're out of the public cemetery, Papa Mama's approaching Brother's parents. To say condolences and all would like to go home.

"Sir, Dek, you're Zanu right?" someone shouted from a distance.

"Yes, I'm Zanu. What's up, huh?" I answered while turning my back.

"I'm a rented friend of Angga's. Before he died, he left this letter to me for Dek Zanu. Accepted yes," he replied while thrusting a pink envelope.

"Thank you for the letter,"

"Together,"

His friend Brother immediately left.

I saw the letter in my hand. Why did you write a letter to me? I'm curious about the contents.

"Come on Zanu, hurry up. Papa's already in the car with Zuri," asked Mama.

"Good Ma,"

We home. Arriving home, I headed straight to the room upstairs. I don't pick up any more stuff I brought from the hostel. I hastily opened the envelope containing a letter from my brother. And it's in, and it's,

- Zanu, how are you? May you always be healthy. Zanu, this letter Brother left to a trusted friend of Brother. When you read this letter, maybe you're already in town M. Brother wants to propose to girlfriend Brother with family from the village -.

- Zanu, Brother wants to admit that Brother likes you, since the first time we met. Brother actually wants to get close to you, but from your story it's Brother who retreated. Because you are thinking more about continuing college than anything else. Including not wanting to think about men or dating, even getting married.

- Zanu, Brother has found another woman and wants to marry her. Pray this is the last and can last.

I'm sorry, maybe the contents of this letter disturb your mind. Why do you express it now and by letter, because you do not want to keep this feeling in silence.

- Now just think of us like a big brother in the future. I pray that you can achieve that goal and get a life partner who loves and loves you wholeheartedly. It was Zanu. Bye -.

I don't feel my tears dripping. I folded the letter given by my brother and I tucked into my blue diary.

Brother, good-bye. May his charity and worship be accepted by Allah SWT. And thank you for listening to me even in such a short time.

Good bye Brother.

Hix...

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