
Veronica hush. Together with Ayleen, the two walked over in the glass-covered coffin. Looked Cindy who was neat, dressed beautifully wearing a long white dress. His hair was left unraveled, his face looked peaceful.
“Cindy, Mommy's coming, Son. Why go so fast?” Veronica was crying.
So did Ayleen, the girl also shed her tears. Hugging each other, he and Veronica strengthened each other.
“Ka, Cindy's parents have been notified?” Hutomo.
“On the way, Dad.”
“When is the plan buried?”
“I don't know yet. I have to wait for both parents. I'm asking for a formalin injection. I thought it was impossible to be buried today.” Erka storytelling.
Murat was tired and sadness was evident on his face. He can't tell much. All of a sudden and Erka still could not accept the reality.
“Have his funeral taken care of?” Ersa asked again.
“But.”
“Sa, please take care of. Let Erka be with her daughter.”
“Good, Dad.”
“Where? Karawang?” ask Ersa, while looking for Erick's whereabouts. He had to ask his sister's assistant for help to take care of everything.
“Ya, find the best place. I don't think Cindy's family would mind there. Call Erick to help him. Let Erka calm down with her daughter" Hutomo said, patting her eldest son's shoulder.
...♡♡♡...
The atmosphere of the funeral home is still filled with friends and relatives. Until nightfall, Erka and her family were still busy hosting the mourners who came. Ayleen seemed to hold a tiny baby in the corner of the room as Erka approached him.
Since noon the man kept his distance, only now Erka invited Ayleen to talk.
“Leen, titip ...” Erka hush. He doesn't even know the name of the baby Cindy was born with.
“I tipped, yes. Go home, take Daddy and Mommy too. Poor them exhausted. Me and Ersa will sleep here tonight.”
“Ya, Brother.”
“Let's ask a babysitter to take care of her. Hopefully not fussy,” Erka's word again. “All day do not want with babysitternyq, hopefully later tonight does not bother you.”
“Ya, Brother.”
“Alright, I have to meet guests.” Erka was just about to step away when Ayleen held back his steps.
Erka turned. “What's up?”
“What really happened?” ask Ayleen curiously. “Sister Cindy looks fine."
“Ya, suddenly.” Erka stood looking at Ayleen and the tiny baby sleeping in the girl's arms.
“How can? Not that Cindy's sister was in good health all this time.”
Erka shakes. “I don't know. Fajr was contacted by a home assistant if Cindy was unconscious.”
“Hah! Where's Erka's sister? Why not go home?” Ayleen was getting curious.
“We had a fight last night and I decided to sleep in the office.”
Ayleen. “Then what did the doctor say? It's impossible to die without a cause, right?”
“Heart attacks.”
“Mana may.” The girl refused to believe it.
“I don't know clearly. When I got home .. It seemed like Cindy was gone. Already rigid on the bed.”
Erka closed her eyes. There was a lot of feeling now squeezing in his chest. He couldn't tell anyone, including the reason for their big fight last night. One thing is for sure, right now the man is sorry. So sorry to blame myself.
“So, Mbak at home who knows first?” Ayleen was still curious.
“Yes, the baby cries continuously. And her nanny decided to take Cindy to breastfeed.” Erka let out a long breath.
“At that time Cindy's sister was gone?” Ayleen.
“Yes. The house assistant hurriedly contacted me and asked to take Cindy to the hospital. But, when I got home. His body is stiff and cold.” Erka shed tears and hurriedly wiped it.
“Yes Lord, Sister Cindy.”
“Titip si small.” Erka told me again.
“Ya, whose name is it, Kak?”
Erka was silent for a moment, looking thoughtful. It is impossible to admit that he did not know about the identity of the baby.
“Dayana Arkasa Hutomo Princess.” After days of no identity, the tiny baby finally had a name. Erka pinned her surname to baby Cindy.