MELLY AND JHONY

6. WHY SHOULD MY MOTHER!.

The two entered the cemetery.

Not even a few steps they entered the place, Jhony suddenly stopped.

"Bu Yati, where's my mother's grave?." Jhony who at that time glanced at every corner of the cemetery.

"Let's go with Mom...!." Bi Yati pulled Jhony's wrist and stepped deeper into the burial area.

They both stopped at a mound of dirt that still looked wet.

Without asking again Jhony dropped his body with his knees as his pedestal.

Jhony gathered in front of her mother's grave and hugged the mound with her small hands.

The burden Jhony faced back then was so great. At the age of just borrowing the age of ten years he had to lose the figure of a mother who had been the focus of his life.

"Mom why is it like this!. Why don't you wait for Jhony to give Mother the happiness she hasn't felt in years. Didn't you love Jhony so much that you could leave Jhony alone in the world?." Jhony cried hysterically as she continued to hug the mound of earth of her mother's tomb.

"Son, strengthen your heart. All this is the destiny of the Almighty so advertise.Your mother must have calmed down there.His world affairs have finished our lives are still alive this must continue to send her prayers for her, so that he may have a place worthy of his." Bu Yati sat down while stroking Jhony's shoulder.

"But Bu Yati why should my mother!, why not the b4ngsat man alone." reply Jhony who still continues to cry with the departure of his mother.

"You can't say that. God called your mother sakin unfortunately He to your Mother Almarhuma, more than we love her." It was Bu Yati who kept encouraging the little boy.

Lama Jhony and Bu Yati fell silent there until the sound of thunder and lightning burst from the top.

"Son, let's go home! it will soon rain. You heard yourself not the rumble of thunder and lightning bolts up there !"

"Mother Yati go first, Jhony still wants to be with my mom." Jhony melted her tears with her right wrist.

"But this has entered the prayer magrib Nak, soon the night will arrive in addition to the rain will fall. Are you sure you still want to stay here!."

"Yes Mom! Jhony knows, but let me accompany my mother for the night." Jhony was a little pity on Bu Yati.

"All right! But if later you change your mind, you go straight to the orphanage owned by Mom huh! because the boarding house that you and your mother used to live in has been emptied by the owner and all your belongings have been moved to the orphanage." Bu Yati stood up and left Jhony alone at the funeral.

After the departure of Bu Yati, Jhony only looked at the tomb of his mother. Her tears seemed to have drained away crying over her mother's departure.

What a trial of life faced by a boy as small as Jhony when thought had exceeded the limits of fairness. But one thing we must always remember is that God will not tempt his servant beyond his limits.

At a very young age, Jhony had to slam the bones to help his mother work half the time because she was still in school.

Jhony does not want to stay silent just to see his mother working alone to meet their daily needs and also finance their school needs.

Time continued to pass until night enveloped the place where Jhony was currently.

The night and the rain that slowly began to fall, did not discourage Jhony to accompany his mother's first night at the cemetery.

The boy just fell silent like a statue and continued to look at the mound of his mother's grave which was flooded with rainwater.

Until the morning.....

Ms. Yati came back to the cemetery that morning because she was very worried about Jhony.

Last night he waited for the boy at his orphanage but Jhony did not come.

Once there he found the boy was drooping on the mound of his mother's grave.

With all his might Bu Yati carried Jhony's small body out of the burial area.

Bu Yati sat Jhony's body on the sidewalk and leaned the boy's body against the wall-mounted funeral fence.

Bu Yati then pulled out her phone from her bag and ordered a taxi.

Not long after, a white car approached them and stopped in front of Yati Mother standing up.

"Pak can help me lift the boy into the car." asked Bu Yati to the taxi driver.

"Could be.." said the driver opened the door of his car and ran a little closer towards Jhony's body which was drooping weakly.

The driver held Jhony's body in both hands and put the little boy in the back of the car specifically for passengers and laid him there.

After it was felt enough now the car they were riding drove away from the burial area to the orphanage owned by Ibu Yati.

"What exactly happened to the boy!, Why is his body filled with injuries and his condition is really concerning?" said the driver to Bu Yati who was sitting next to him.

"This is the story.." said Bu Yati began to tell every incident that happened in the lives of Wulandari and Jhony.

"What a poor boy. Maybe if another child his age who experienced such an event must have been depressed because he could not bear the burden of life" said the driver with a sad face to hear the story of Bu Yati.

Not long after, they arrived in front of Bu Yati's Mother Love Orphanage.

The driver lifted Jhony's body into a restroom and laid him on the bed.

After finishing the driver came out of the room followed by Bu Yati from behind.

"Thank you sir for your help and it's your taxi fare." Bu Yati gave two pieces of blue money to the driver.

"Together Mum." The driver took the money that Bu Yati had given him.

Not long after, the driver left the temple and continued to look for halal sustenance out there.

After the departure of the driver, Bu Yati returned to the room where Jhony was lying.

The woman covered Jhony's body with a thick blanket and then took water in the bathroom cubicle to compress Jhony's forehead with the aim of lowering her body temperature.

A few days later Jhony began to heal and gradually began to rise from his slump.

Until one day a beautiful parable adopted him to accompany his son who was always lonely when he and her husband out.

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