
"Opa's gone Ask. This is the same with the birth of baby twins. Sorry just told you now. I don't want your condition to drop again." Darren replied with heart.
The necklace that was held by Dusk immediately fell. One hand squeezed the shirt right on his chest. This is the answer to the displeasure felt from yesterday.
Beyond Darren's expectations. Dusk does not cry, nor does it ask questions of sorts, just silence. The more silent, Darren the more confused what to do. Remember the words, do not consider a woman who does not cry when sad is someone who is strong and strong. It could be that their hearts are too sick, so they no longer know what to express.
"Ask ... Opa has told us many times, if opa is ready to go home. Opa gave you a sweet last memory yesterday. You sleep on his lap, hugged him, the beloved necklace of oma was given to you, there is even one envelope that we can only open after we go home. Opa has prepared himself well, Ask. Release opa, don't let opa be sad because you're sad." Darren grabbed the shoulders of his wife who was now sitting.
The twilight was still silent, his mouth seemed to be tightly locked, his hands reaching back for the necklace that had fallen on his lap.
"You want to wear?" ask Darren.
Dusk nodded while giving the necklace to her husband. Darren wears it on the smooth neck of Dusk. It looks so sweet. Love Hutama at Dusk is not playing. For Hutama, Dusk is not just a grandson-in-law.
"When was opa buried?"
"From the hospital in thirty minutes, Ask. The opa tomb next to the oma tomb. I'll go to the funeral first, okay?" Darren sat on the edge of his wife's bed.
"Opa means do not want to be in the middle of twilight yes go home? Opa went to hide - to hide from the twilight. Wh why? what opa thinks this twilight is crybaby? Won't the opa see the baby twins first." Dusk's gaze glared.
"No, Ask. Not so, opa loves you very much. We who have been with opa for a long time, never even dared to sleep in the lap of opa. Only Aunty Andra and you dare to sleep in the lap of opa."
"Opa's a good man, Ask. Exceptionally well. Dusk wants to see the funeral opa."
"Where can I, Ask. I'll just video it?" Darren peeped at his wife's forehead.
"Yes. Now that you leave, you'll miss the funeral. Dusk is okay." Dusk pushes on her husband's body, like wanting him to be left alone.
Although a little surprised, Darren according to what the word twilight. But Darren didn't really set out, he hid in the hallway before the door.
Dusk's cry broke, his chest felt tight from earlier was only able to withstand the sadness. Dusk held a jade pendant in his necklace.
"Opa, don't give twilight a trust this big. Dusk fear will not be able to. Dusk is still impatient, Dusk is still angry, Dusk is still often upset brother. Still far from patience with oma." Dusk spoke as if in front of him was Hutama.
He forgot he had just finished surgery. Dusk moved quickly grabbed his phone that was on the nightstand. Dusk opens a gallery on his phone. There is one folder that specifically contains photos with Hutama.
"Opa ... Who will spoil the twilight now? If you are angry, where should Dusk run? Tell Opa, Dusk must cry or how now?" The sun kept talking to itself.
Darren bit his lip. He knew Dusk chose to keep his own grief because he did not currently want to add to the burden of his mind.
Not having the heart to see his wife lamenting his sadness alone, Darren again approached Dusk. He immediately put his wife's head on his shoulder.
"Don't be held alone. Cry on my shoulder. I don't mind my shirt being coiled and wet. Cry out! Spill all your sadness. Tomorrow there can only be the cries of children who whine for Asi." Darren kissed his wife's forehead.
"So what's the name, Ask?"
"Beyza Cemile Hutama and Derya Enver Hutama."
Darren's phone shook and rang once. The incoming message from Mahendra was there. Said that opa's body would be immediately sent to the cemetery.
"I'm going first, Ask. Don't cry alone. Bring opa in your prayers, then opa will always be in our hearts."
"Yes ... Asks. Dusk will try to be sincere. We will all go home too. Now opa first, I don't know who's next,"
Darren kissed his wife again. "I stayed a while. Don't move much first. If you want anything, please help Ulfa or Wardah."
"Yes, Ask. How Zain's. Is she with mom or Chun?"
"So Chun actually wants to come here, but in the middle of the road baby De is fussy so I'm anter home. Zain is the same Chun, he doesn't want to go to the funeral. Zain was also very sad."
"Pity him, Ask. After the funeral. Pick up Zain and bring him here, "pinta Dusk.
Darren left the Dusk. With Rudi directly to the cemetery which is located some distance away in the suburbs. Along the way, Darren tries to contact his wife, but his wife's cell phone keeps getting busy.
Not losing his mind, Darren tries to contact Wati to ask whose wife is on the phone. Wati also doesn't know. Darren just told Dusk to call him back.
Darren came down from the car wearing his sunglasses, in the midst of grief Darren looked very charming. The four-boy dad several times glanced at his phone, no incoming calls there.
Not long after the arrival of Darren, the other group arrived. From the Ambulance of the pallbearers out Aleandro and also Mahendra from there.
Darren again tries to contact Dusk and ends up connecting as well. Apparently Dusk was receiving a call from Bae.
"Ask ... The phone to hold Rudi yes, I help lift the opa coffin first," Darren gives the phone to Rudi while changing to the rear camera mode and tells Rudi to focus on highlighting wherever the crate moves.
Darren wears earphones to keep hearing the sound of Dusk.
Mahendra, Aleandro, Arham, Hyeon and Eunji were helped by several people who raised opa bodies to the burial ground that had been installed by the tent. White chairs were also neatly lined up there.
The funeral procession began. Dusk straightened his seat, as if he was there. Dusk did not hear clearly the welcome given by Mahendra. Because many voices were caught. After Mahendra's welcome was over, Darren, Mahendra and Aleandro went down to the pole. Some of the people above held out the body of Hutama with hearts to those below. After laying the bodies of Aleandro and Mahendra out of the hole twice a meter. Darren chanted the Adhan with shahdu, the heart of the twilight felt cool as well as sad.
Death always leaves sadness for those who are left behind. But each death is always a reminder. The end of life must be death. What will be brought to death besides good? it doesn't seem like things or possessions.
Hutama who is considered very rich people, do not even want to be buried with expensive carved chests, only the shroud wrapping all over his body is carried.
"Welcome home, opa ... May we be reunited in eternity." whispered the twilight.