LOVE NARA

2122. WITHERED FLOWERS

The door of the room opened and Ardi came out tightly clutched Aura, his favorite daughter.

All eyes were on him, waiting for whatever the man who kept his face down with a glare.

Ardi and Bunga's parents came forward and approached the father and son who held each other in arms. The grandmother was about to take Aura from Ardi's embrace, but the baby was in a violent cry, not wanting to be separated from her father.

Ardi also remained tightly clutched until the princess returned to silence after being given a bottle of milk to drink, without wanting to escape from him.

After the atmosphere of silence returned, Ardi began to open his voice without looking at the people around him. His eyes glared far away in the void, then returned to his head and emptied into a pair of beautiful eyes of his baby who was still calm with his milk.

"My son is gone. He's not with us anymore." Tears dripped back over the face of the grim man, then he kissed the princess's forehead which remained calm gulped down his drink.

"Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un ...."

Everyone spoke with different expressions of sadness.

Bunga's parents immediately entered the room with several other families, while Ardi's mother immediately hugged the son and cried. The father approached and gave him strength through several claps on the shoulder of his youngest son.

"Deliver her, accompany her with many prayers that are best for her."

Ardi nodded at the father's words and his crying spilled back even more. He was according to when the father led him to sit with Aura who still did not want to be separated from him.

Alya closed her mouth when she heard the news of the grief delivered directly by Ardi. His tears were not prevented anymore, also spilled and wet the entire face had been moody since earlier.

Beside him, Rendy kept refraining from touching the woman who was in deep sorrow. His clenched hands touched the bench to vent his will.

"Al, control yourself" asked Rendy when she heard the sobbing that Alya was beginning to hold back. The woman sobbed and continued to cover her face with both hands.

At the opposite end of the bench, Yoga tightly hugged the body of Nara who was crying just as hard as Alya. The pregnant woman collapsed weakly in her most comfortable place which in fact this time still could not eliminate her deep sorrow.

Yoga kissed his wife's head to calm her down, while he couldn't hold back the tears that had melted down his face.

Sometimes his gaze was fixed on his beloved little friend like a brother. His heart grew even more sad when he saw Ardi holding Aura with empty, dim and sweet eyes.

Twilight this time, grief enveloped the heart of a man who had lost the soulmate he loved so much. A meek and motherly young woman, full of love and affection who poured forth for her little family.

The beautiful flower had withered, as the darkening sky accompanied by a strong wind blew the cluster of dry leaves carried away from the shade tree.

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After a night of helping to take care of everything about the procedure for repatriating the bodies including all the funeral preparations planned this morning, Yoga has returned to the funeral home with her beloved Nara, as well as their two guests, Alya and Rendy are invited to stay at the Yoga residence.

In the middle of the living room that was empty without furniture, Ardi sat cross-legged in front of the corpse of the sacred Flower after being bathed after dawn.

Wearing all-black clothes, Ardi increasingly looks full of grief. In his hand he continued to hold a small prayer beads and a small book that he could not stop reading to chant the best prayer as much as possible for his beloved wife who had gone before him, facing the Creator.

Yoga asked Nara to sit in a chair that had been placed in the corner of the room, so that her body did not feel heavy and uncomfortable, if she had to sit down with the others.

Nara nodded as her husband stayed away from her. Now he sits together with Alya who continues to dissolve in grief since last night.

The two women were both silent in the growing grief ahead of the funeral of Bunga.

Shortly after, after everything was confirmed ready, a series of release events and the funeral of Bunga's corpse began.

Several greetings from the family represented by his brother Ardi and the village and clinic representatives, began the grief-laden event.

After the event was over, Bunga's body was lifted and taken into an ambulance belonging to the Ardi clinic to be immediately delivered to the cemetery location not far from the city center.

Yoga tells the wife to go with the group that will bury the corpse of the flower. Rendy who will go with Yoga does not say much anymore because she does not want to disturb Alya who continues to duck beside Nara.

When the party had left the house Ardi heard a sudden cry from inside the room located in the front.

His mother Ardi who did not come to the funeral to wait for the grandchild at home, came out with a cuddle Aura who still continued to cry loudly in her carrier.

The beautiful little baby continued to cry and thrashed without being able to be stopped in any way. The bottle of milk that was offered to him was rejected and kept crying harder and harder.

Alya got up from her seat and approached her mother Ardi who seemed overwhelmed by the unusual behavior of the granddaughter. Maybe the baby felt if abandoned by the mother who had been taken to her final resting place.

After first asking permission from her mother Ardi, Alya took over Aura from her grandmother. He lifted the little baby's body up and held it with a strand of words, then slowly lowered it and held it into his warm embrace.

As if being lulled by Alya's soothing embrace and embrace, the beautiful baby began to stop her crying and continued to stare at Alya with her beautiful eyes that seemed to be gleaming with tears still inundating.

"Smart kid. Aura darling can't be fussy anymore huh, son. It's a pity for me that Aura keeps crying. Come with Auntie first, yuk."

Alya brought her to sit down and give her a bottle of milk that had been rejected by the tiny baby who had stopped crying.

With the left hand supporting Aura's body and holding the milk bottle so as not to escape from the baby's mouth, alya's right hand gently cleared the rest of the crying around the baby's beautiful eyes that had calmed down on her lap.

"Pity you, my dear. As small as this, you have to lose the love and tender touch of a mother you so desperately need ...."

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