Milky

Part. 122

"Is that woman Ayra's mother, huh? Madam, you are so beautiful. It's only right that Big Brother is so beautiful, if only he wasn't my Big Brother maybe I'd already fallen in love with him" muttered Bima while smilingly looking at the image of Aisyah with her shady smile.

"Smiling doesn't make any difference to Big Brother, both make a shade and make a calm heart." Bima was completely washed away in the charm of beauty that Aisyah had. Although only a picture, but it does not melt the charm in him. She still looks beautiful.

"She was Aisyah's mother. Uncle Razka's late first wife was his first love. She's Ayra's mother. Isn't she very pretty?" A voice jerks Bima. He looked to the left side of his body, smiling to see who was standing there.

Bima sighed while turning her face back to look at the picture of the woman.

"Mmm .. Yes, she is the most beautiful woman the cave has ever met," said Bima commenting on the smile of admiration in the picture.

"You want to meet him?" He asked while turning his face to face Bima.

The young man looked up with a twinkle in his eyes. "Can?" tanyanya expectantly.

"of course. I deliver," he said again as he walked first to the cemetery behind his house. Special funeral for all members of the Pratama Group family.

Bima tailed behind him, shortly after aligning steps with the man who invited him.

"How are you? Does the scar still hurt?" bima asked as she looked at her two feet that were taking turns.

Revan sighed, his lips flattering a hard-to-understand smile. His gaze was straight ahead at the unfeelable void air.

"To be honest it still hurts a lot, but because of the pain I finally realized that what I was doing was out of bounds. Thank you for coming on time then, if not .. I don't know what will happen to me as well as him," said Revan, sounding sincere and unflattered.

Bima snorted softly, the resentment in the heart had disappeared to nowhere. He no longer disputes that incident. A little guilt is present in the recesses of the soul.

"The cave is sorry because the rough way of the cave is also outrageous" Bima said staring at the beautiful garden behind the house that remains well maintained.

Revan chuckled, something tickled the taste in his body. About Bima who turned out to be his cousin.

"Our story is funny. Since childhood we have been friends to this day. However, none of us knows if we have the same blood. I really didn't expect it, but I'm glad to know that you're my cousin. Uncle's son who went missing twenty years ago," said Revan glanced at Bima who was walking beside him with a smile.

"Gua himself also does not believe that Nyak ama Babeh does not tell the story of the origin of the cave. Feels like a cave dream that is nobody, suddenly people call the Young Master cave. 'Kan, it's not funny. Make the cave life awkward," complained Bima while continuing to take steps down the path behind the house.

"You should get used to it from now on." Revan threw a smile at his little friend.

Bima nodded her head, while circulating her gaze around the place. Green leaves and colorful flowers welcome their arrival.

"Maa shaa Allah ... what is this place!" exclamation Bima. His irises were filled with great admiration at the beauty behind the house that was transformed into the flower garden.

"This is, uh, not great anymore, but amazing. Pantes aja Brother is amazing, it turns out his mother is also not careless." Bima also praised the greatness of Aisyah.

His two eyes glittered in all directions, looking at every flower that grew. Variety and color. Make the back of the house a beautiful flower paradise.

Revan continues to take him through the middle of the park which has a fish pond with a fountain in the middle. Bima again amazed. His tomb endlessly issued words of praise for the late late Aisyah.

I don't know what other words can describe how Aisyah is a great woman. They passed through the other gate and saw the cemetery in question. With the tomb of Aisyah the most striking, different among the other tombs.

Located in the middle of itself, the navel will shine when the light of sunrise and sunset hit the surface. That's what makes it special among other tombs.

"Here he is buried. Surrounded by his family and being special among others. Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle, Aunt, Grandpa and Grandma great-grandmother, they were all buried here. We regularly visit here" explained Revan when the two had arrived at the funeral behind the house.

Bima noticed all, the tomb of Aisyah lined with the tombs of Mamah and Papah. Grandma and Grandpa, Uncle and Aunt Max are buried there as well.

He walked towards a faucet and took ablution before sitting in front of the tomb of Aisha, cross-legged as one would pray. Revan followed, sitting beside Bima without knowing what the young man would do.

Revan turned his head quickly towards his cousin when Bima began chanting the readings that were often read to the dhikr guide, he widened in amazement. I really didn't think Bima could do that.

Alfatihah demi alfatihah sung Bima solemnly and smoothly. Revan followed despite still being amazed by the other skills of a Bima. So solemn, they both unknowingly brought all family members together and sat behind the two.

Yasin's letter was read by Bima unhindered, followed by short letters. Bima is like an ustadz who is leading the way of dhikr. He did not even hesitate to send prayers guaranteed to everyone.

"Amijin!"

The sound of 'aamiin' that sounded a lot and compact made Bima swallow saliva nervously. The heart begins to fidget, unsettled. But he continued the prayer until the end. Then, hurry to look behind the body to make sure his ears do not hear wrong.

Bima was stunned, a sweat pouring from the forehead. He glanced at Revan and asked through the glare of his eyes, "weren't the two of us?" He was given a shoulder by the young man. Bima glared forward, bowed in shame. He even buried his face between the two thighs he folded.

Razka and Aulia shed tears witnessing for themselves the abilities of their son. Ayra who was moved, inched closer to her sister. He wrapped his hand and linked his fingers to Bima's fingers.

"Thank you for praying in front of my grave" he whispered, dropping his head on his sister's shoulder.

"Mother! You don't know who she is yet? He's my sister, Mom. He's great, isn't he? Without anyone asking for it, she sat here praying for Mom." Ayra rubbed the corner of her watery eyes.

The young man was absolutely perfect to become a priest.