Milky

Part. 127

In the silence of the night, a young man sat down. On a small building, he was alone. Befriend the heart-wrenching sobs. Both hands looked up, head bowed deeply. The shoulders shook up and down quickly following the sobs he did.

His tongue was unable to speak, inwardly hoping to stay together. At least a few more moments or after he gave a son-in-law and even a grandson at once. But who can fight against destiny.

A deed is a provision that cannot be terminated or hastened. Arrive uninvited, not knowing the time and circumstances. Don't know it's still needed. It is a test for everyone.

"Bima wants only the best for Babeh." He muttered resignedly. He lifted his head while pulling liquid that almost spilled from two nostrils. Bima rubbed her wet cheeks, while ending her tirakat. I moved back to where Tina was waiting.

The door was still closed, there was no sign of the doctor coming out. He saw the old woman in a down state. Just like that, crying could not hold a husk in the chest. The young man sat beside her, clutching Tina's shaky frail body.

Giving a warm embrace so that his heart that plaintive a little feel calm with his presence. The kiss of love he gave to the head of the Nyak. A strong woman who has showered him with love and affection.

"Is Babeh you leaving now?" she asked in a trembling and stifling voice.

Bima shook her head between not knowing and not wanting of course. He did not reply because no one knew about the mystery of the coming of Angel Ijra'il to take human life.

Tina's breath sounded heavy and long. His face slowly lifted. He smiled even though he had to.

"It's sincere that this klo is time for Babeh to leave. Tina sincere, Bang. Tina doesn't want to be a heavy burden. If this is the best, then Tina's willing, Bang." Tina again sobbed followed by the speed of Bima's cry which then broke the silence.

Bima tightened his arms, unable to hear the old woman's inner voice. Oral may speak sincerely, but the heart still feels the weight of separation.

The door of the room opened, Bima gasped off a hug and shrank in tears before standing face to face with a male doctor who was handling the Gods.

"Doctor-"

"You're the one named Bima?" ask the doctor to interrupt the oral Bima who was about to ask.

"Yes, Doctor. I'm Bima," he said worriedly.

"Please go inside, the patient needs to be accompanied. You're all he needs right now" he said as tilting the body made room for Bima and Tina to enter the room.

Inside there, lay the weak God. With an oxygen hose also an infusion attached to his body. He smiled as his glance fell on the two figures who were getting closer towards him.

"Come! Deket-deket ama cave, do not be far from Babeh, Tong!" The god called out to Tina and Bima with his weak voice almost like a whisper.

The two people stood on the right and left sides of the old body belonging to the increasingly helpless God. He hugged both of them, pecking at their heads before taking them off.

"Thank you, love Brother. Lu sincerely made Abang leave. Cave kangen ama lu, Tin. Cave kangen also ama our son," the more and more roaring. The breath is no longer regular.

Tina held back the sobs that were rushing out. Likewise with Bima, he folded his lips holding something that wanted to spill onto the surface.

"Shouldn't cry, there is Bima who will take care of you. Our great son" he continued with increasingly stingy breaths. He paused, taking short breaths of unraveling the tightness that came squeezing.

The flow of warm sense was felt by the God throughout the veins. Great rustling provides a soothing sense of comfort. He closed his eyes, his breathing was still heavy and getting heavier.

"Dude!" call Bima. The god glanced at him with a lousy voice, his mouth open looking for air. Smiling despite being forced.

"Think Babeh lu, Tong. Don't miss it!" tina Pinta with a wiry. His veins trembled, the tears coming down again getting more and more swift.

"Tina sincerely, Bang. God willing." Tina rubbed her husband's sweaty face. Shrinking the sweat that kept flowing from the pores of the great man's skin.

"Ikutin Bima, Beh. Laa ilaaha!" guide Bima whispered in the ear. The tongue of the God was moved stiffly. He glanced at Bima, painstakingly making a sound.

"Bapas Babeh. Can not you .. ngapin short aja. Babeh has been hard on her. Look ... Allahs ... Allah! Rich as it is," the God's pinta is getting choked up.

Bima's tears fell, dripping onto the surface of the skin of the face of God.

"Not crying! Don't cry!" continued the Lord despite the difficulties. Bima wiped her tears, starting to guide the God by whispering in her ear.

"God ... Allahs ... God!"

"Yes, rich so ... Babeh easily followed him," his reflection again increasingly sounded unclear.

"God ...!"

"CHAP!" bima's screams strongly when the chest of the Gods no longer shook. His eyelids were closed, his lips flattened a faint, though faint smile.

"BRANCH!"

A lie! If their hearts are not saddened by the loss of a person so precious to their lives.

Bima and Tina roared while hugging the God's stiff body. Let them cry for the last time before the body is buried in dirt.

"Bima didn't even give Babeh a daughter-in-law." Pilu sounded.

"Innaa lillaahi wa innaa ilaihi rooji'uun!" the exclaims of the medical personnel though soft and whisper, but still heard in the ear. They let the two men cry in the arms of the Gods, giving time for the last time before the body was wrapped in white cloth.

"Tina sincerely, Bang. Tina sincere. I wait for Tina there. God willing, we will get rich again. Tina dear Brother. Bang God of good men, responsible husband and never hurt Tina. Insha Allah, your path to Allah is made easy. Sooner or later Tina will be overtaken by Brother," said the noble-hearted woman with a whimper.

He must be firm, sincere is something that is easily spoken verbally, but heavy borne by the heart. As time goes on, everything will pass away.

"God! Bima is also sincere. Babeh don't worry about Nyak. Bima who will take care of Nyak. Bima darling Babeh. Bima his son Babeh Dewa. Babeh is a great man, responsible to the family. Babeh had a sincere heart even though Bima was not Babeh's son. Insha Allah, Babeh can be the best place in Allah's side" said Bima also with the sincerity of his heart.

Both of them stayed away, letting the medical personnel do their duty to the lifeless body again. Hugging each other strengthens watching how the body is slowly covered with white cloth.