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The Atmaja Family

"At this time Papa must be buried," said Meysie, hearing the clear circle that returned to flow.

Yes, Meysie and Ega are still on the plane. Although the day has changed, but to get to Indonesia, they still need until the afternoon comes, until the total flight is about twenty-two hours.

"Do you want them waiting for you to get Papa buried? Papa's corpse if it's waiting too long for us, baby," Ega tries to give understanding.

"Is God punishing Meysie, Bang? Until Meysie's birth father dies, he won't let Meysie see her one last time?" Meysie.

Ega just stroked Meysie's back slowly, at least that was all he could do right now.

***

Hengky's eyes were wet. His gaze continued to be fixed on the mound of land that now completely closed the body of his father. His gaze was pushy, his chest felt tight to hold back the cries.

"I have to stay strong for Mama. Now I am the only place Mama leaned in her joys and sorrows" muttered Hengky inwardly.

Hengky hugged his mother, who now continued to squeeze the red earth mound in front of him. The so bitter Madame Atmaja's cry also managed to ravage her defense. Moreover, facing the mother who continued to shout hysterically, making her hard-earned tears finally escaped.

"Papa can't really go, son. She must not leave Mama alone," Madame Atmaja gathered in front of her husband's grave and continued to squeeze the red earth.

"Pa, Mum. Don't stay in Mama, Pa. Hengky, how should Mama, son? Please Mama. Make your papa come back" said Mrs Atmaja in her tears.

"Let Papa go and calm down by His side, Ma. Hold on and continue to pray Papa," Hengky tried to calm his mother, but Madam Atmaja continued to roar until everyone who tried to calm him was overwhelmed by his behavior that was so difficult to control.

"Mama can't be without Papa, son. Let's see your papa again. Maybe Papa is still alive," cried Mrs Atmaja spilled.

"Ma," Hengky continued to hug her mother while being stunned.

"Let's dig up that mound again, son. What if Papa wakes up later? Poor Papa," Madame Atmaja tried to pull out a tombstone bearing her husband's name and dig her husband's grave with both hands.

"Mama, stop, Ma. Papa's gone forever. Mama don't be like this. Poor Papa, Ma," Hengky was helped by several people who attended the funeral, trying to stop the ridiculous thing that Mrs Atmaja did.

The unbearable Phisha who saw her father-in-law who was even pale and powerless, finally approached and hugged her forcibly as her husband did.

"Already, Ma. Poor Papa who has calmed down there. Surely he was sad if he saw Mama like this," said Fisha, trying to persuade her in-laws who are still struggling.

"Father! Go back, Pa. Don't leave Mama. Mama can't live without Papa. Didn't Papa promise to never leave Mama? Why did you break that promise, Pa? Why is Papa gone forever?" Madam Atmaja is getting hysterical.

"Mama's coming, Pa. Take Mama with Papa. Get Mama, Pa! Get Mama!" he continued with a cry that echoed.

"Mama can't be like this. Mama must be strong. If Mama was like this, who would pray for Papa there? Mama still has Mas Hengky and also Fisha. We will always take care of Mama" said Fisha again, trying to calm down. Rani, Ryan, and all the people who attended the funeral of Mr. Atmaja was also dissolved in sadness, until the clear circles finally flowed.

"Let's go home, Ma. Mama needs a break," asked Fisha.

"No, Mama wants to stay with your Papa. Pity her alone, son," said Mrs Atmaja, growing out of logic.

Seeing his mother who could not be persuaded, Hengky finally helped some of his brothers lift the body of Lady Atmaja by force.

"Sir ...!"

"Sir ...!"

"Sir ...!"

***

that afternoon, the rain came back as if to grieve and add to the atmosphere of the Atmaja family residence.

All my friends and relatives have gone home. Only Hengky, Fisha, Madam Atmaja and all the servants who worked there.

They sat quietly in their respective rooms, replaying the good memories with Mr. Atmaja, while waiting for the arrival of Meysie and Ega who had landed at one of the airports in Indonesia.

"Mas," Fisha approached her husband and called out to him very gently.

"Cry if it can make your heart relieved. Fisha was ready to be a shoulder that Mas could use to lean on," he continued, rubbing Hengky's head lovingly.

Hengky looked at Fisha with a meaningful look. A second later, his tears just spilled while tightly hugging his wife's body. Until a knock from the door, throw it all away.

Tock-tock.

"Yes" cried Fisha.

"Non Meysie has arrived, Non. Now it is in the room of the Great Mistress" said a servant from outside.

Fisha looked at Hengky, then wiped the remaining tears that were still wetting her husband's cheeks.

"Trigger yourself, Mas. Are we seeing Meysie's sister now?" said Fisha softly.

Hengky just nodded. Uninspired, he moved and took Fisha's hand towards Madam Atmaja's room.

Arriving in front of his mother's room, Hengky stopped his steps. He just stood in his place, powerless to participate in a drama that was going on between his mother and sister.

"Ma," Meysie rushed straight towards Madame Atmaja, who was now lying weakly on her bed.

"Yesie! You home yet, son? Your father, Mey. Your father has left all of us" Madame Atmaja was again stunned.

"Yes, Ma. I'm sorry Meysie couldn't accompany you through everything. It's all Meysie's fault, Ma. It's all Meysie's fault. If Meysie hadn't done enough to hurt them all, this wouldn't have happened" Meysie hugged her mother's body tightly.

Not a single word came out of Mrs Atmaja's mouth. Only the roar of tears kept coming out, in response to how much he had lost his life and half his breath.

Meysie and Mrs Atmaja continued to hug each other tightly and shed sadness between them.

Hengky who saw the scene from outside the room, rewinded his body with a few steps back. Even his tears spilled again, powerless to face the two women he loved so much, had to go through a time of pain that made them continue to cry bitterly.

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