LOVE NARA

96 NEW LIFE

Six months passed so quickly. Nara got down from the car driven by Mr. Budi, then kept silent for a moment, staring at the surroundings filled with green grass and frangipani flowers.

Her memories drifted on the day she had been, the day she began her new life with a new status. All the new things he had to get used to and he went through with a new feeling.

Carrying a flower basket in her left hand and a small book in her right hand, Nara began to step and walk slowly down the path in a public burial area that was very clean and neat.

White hoods and sunglasses complement her always-simple appearance but still look charming, with a smile that always looks thin on her sweet lips.

Shortly afterwards, he halted his steps in front of a tomb that had been fitted with a black ceramic headstone with a name engraving on the top.

He placed the flower basket and prayer book he carried on a small mat that had been prepared by the manager of the tomb, and held next to the tomb visited by Nara.

Without a word Nara widened her smile as she touched the top of the tombstone and read the rows of letters and numbers engraved beautifully, forming a series of names and dates according to the day of her departure.

After being satisfied to say hello to the name in the gravestone carving, Nara took off her footwear and sat down on the mat woven pandan leaves.

He took off his glasses and took back the prayer book next to him. After that he opened it and began to read it softly and solemnly from the heart.

Fifteen minutes later, Nara had finished her prayer. He closed the little book in his hand and continued his prayer with long readings with his eyes closed.

Behind the car awaited by Mr. Budi, another car came and stopped there. A man in black glasses came down from the steering wheel door and closed it again.

For a moment greeting the family driver Mahendra who was standing by the car, the man then walked quickly towards the tomb visited by Nara.

As he continued walking he folded neatly both arms of his shirt to below the elbow. Her bushy hair was slightly ruffled swept away as a cool afternoon breeze touching the skin of her face and hands.

"Darling ...."

The man called quietly and made Nara lift her head and look at the person who had just come. Instantly his smile expanded wider with a happy twinkle in his clear eye rays.

"Darling, sorry I was late to catch up with you. There's a sudden meeting I need to finish first."

The man took off his shoes and approached the woman he loved and loved.

Nara reached out her hand and took the man's hand to kiss him happily. The man sat down cross-legged beside Nara and replied by gently kissing her favorite woman's forehead.

"It's okay, Mom. I know you must come, because you always keep your word."

Nara continued to show her smile and handed the prayer book she had brought to the man next to her. After removing the glasses and hanging them on the hooks of the first button of his shirt, the man immediately opened the book and read the prayer quietly.

Nara continued to watch the man with a happy thumping heart. Gratitude continues to be expressed in the heart, by the most beautiful and best gift that God has always bestowed on his small family.

After finishing the prayer in the book and proceeding with another string of prayers, the man stood up first and helped Nara stand with him.

Nara took the flower basket she had brought, and the two of them sprinkled the entire contents on the tomb in front of them.

"Happy birthday, Ky. You should have turned twenty-two today. But God loves you so much that he took you first from all of us here." The man spoke haru while reading in the heart of the name engraving on the tombstone.

"Thank you for being God's mediator to give my husband new life. Thanks to you, she is still with me and the little one, continuing to move on and complete the happiness of our little family."

Nara added to the man's words then smiled looking at the beautiful face beside her. The man returned Nara's gaze and locked onto their gaze with a beautiful vibe that felt in the hearts of the two.

"We're leaving now, honey?" invite the man while clutching Nara's shoulder and held her tightly for a moment.

Nara nodded then took the empty basket and her prayer book. They walked hand in hand to leave the tomb of the helper who had saved her husband's life from death which almost took him away for good.

At the end of the funeral, Nara threw away the empty basket she was still carrying into the large trash can available there.

"Sir, Nara came home with me. We'll stop by Aunt Arum's restaurant first."

Mr. Budi nodded and smiled kindly.

"Thank you, Mr. Budi." Nara answered Mr. Budi's words.

The woman smiled and the three of them got into their cars. Pak Budi drove his car first leaving a couple who always look harmonious and friendly.

Nara and Yoga stared at each other lovingly before they got into the car. As usual Yoga opened the door for his wife and closed it, only then he followed through the steering door.

Before starting the car engine, Yoga approached Nara who was putting her seat belt on. Kiss the top of the head of the wife with a happy heart.

"I love you, baby."

Nara widened her smile and replied to her husband.

"I love you too, Mom."

Yoga kissed Nara's lips gently, creating a warmth of taste in the hearts of both. Without hesitation Nara replied to him and for a moment they exchanged kisses briefly but always full of love.

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"Good afternoon, Auntie," said Nara ahead of her husband who followed to greet Aunt Arum later.

"Hi, you! Come on, get in here." Aunty stood up and left the order table after asking one of her employees to prepare a dish for Yoga and Nara.

They followed Aunt Arum who had walked first to the back table. Alternately, Yoga and Nara kissed the middle-aged woman's hand and gave each other a warm hug.

Just like before, Aunt Arum is always moved and involuntarily shed tears every time she embraces Yoga. Yoga was the same, his heart became more sensitive and easily moved every time he met his old friend.

"Where are you guys from? Nara's coming to the office, huh?" aunty Arum asked after releasing her embrace on Yoga and removing the puddle of tears in her fertilizer.

"From Dicky's grave, Auntie. Sorry, we didn't tell Auntie first." Nara answered Aunt Arum's question.

"It's okay. Auntie knows you guys must go there a lot, right?"

Nara and Yoga sit opposite, while Aunt Arum sits next to Yoga, then puts her hand on top of Yoga's chest. He closed his eyes and listened carefully to the heartbeat of Yoga.

"Tante was happy, even though Dicky was no longer with us, but his presence was always felt, because he was here." Aunty Arum opened her eyes and pointed at Yoga's chest with a smile on her face.

Dicky was his eldest son, who died simultaneously at the time Yoga began to enter its critical period towards death.

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