My madam, my poison

Griefcases

"Bak Zura why?" ask Mum Pure. Apparently he caught the uneasiness on my face.

"I picked Lyra up for a moment, Mom," I said as I moved from my seat.

In order to answer my curiosity, I also approached the crowd of citizens who came from the highway near the market. 

"Astaghfirullahaldzim!" I could hardly believe what I saw in front of my eyes. Even though his face was covered in blood, I could still recognize the man's face. Not wrong again, the victim of the accident was Mayra's older brother Irwan.

"Do you know this man?" ask one of the people.

"I-i-iya, sir. He is my friend's brother" I replied in a voice trembling with fear. How not? The condition of the man who had made my mother pregnant was so terrible. His head and face were covered in blood with both eyes bulging. This body suddenly limp, my knees tremble.

"Bak's got his family's phone number, right?" ask the man again. I nodded my head in response.

How do I tell my best friend what happened to Irwan?

"Why are you silent? Ma'am has the brother's number of the accident victim, right?" The man repeated his question.

"I-i-iya, sir."

I quickly grabbed my phone that I kept in the pocket of the robe I was wearing.

[Assalamu'alaikum, May]

[Waalaikum. What's up, Ra? Tumben you called.]

[Ehm, your brother ... your brother, ..]

[Why with Irwan? He's still out of town. He said he wanted to go home today. A few days ago he said he wanted to see your mother and apologized for what he had done. Mas Irwan could not calm down at all and continued to be pursued with guilt. Looks like Irwan wants to account for his actions]

[May ..]

[Why, Ra. How your voice shakes]

[Are you home or in the hospital?]

[Today I deliberately took time off because I waited for Irwan to come home. I promised to take him to your house. I was gonna give you guys a surprise. But since you called, I told you]

[Ehm, can you not come to the market now?]

[Sheety, Ra?]

[Ehm, it's okay. I just want to see you]

[Yes, I happen to want to shop too. I want to cook Irwan's favorite dishes. You wait, I'm leaving now]

-Clicks. Disconnected calls

"Where, Ma'am? Did he call his brother the victim of the accident?" ask the man again.

Fifteen minutes later.

"Zura's! Hi!" My jovial friend waved at me shortly after getting off in the taxi.

"What's up, Ra? How's that rame-rame?" tanyanya while pointing her index finger at the crowd.

"Ehm, .. it ... it …"

For whatever reason, I can't say that dozens of people are now swarming the body of his only puppet sister, Irwan.

"I hope you can be strong" I said, holding his hand and inviting him to approach the crowd.

"What's really going on 'Ra?" ask Mayra.

Seconds later we were right in front of Irwan's body which is now covered with sheets of newspaper.

"What's the victim's brother?" ask the man to Mayra.

"Victim? What do you mean victim?"

Slowly the man revealed the old newspaper that covered Irwan's face. 

"Mas Irwan! Holy hooch! Zura, what's going on? Why Irwan?"

There was nothing I could do but hold Khumayra's body in my arms. He only realized that his only older brother died due to a motorcycle he was driving collided with a car.

"Mas Irwan! Nah! Why did Mas Irwan leave me!" his yell. I saw some pairs of netra that were in the crowd glazed over with pity. No exception with me. I try as much as possible to strengthen my friend.

"You're patient, May" I whispered in his arms.

"God is unfair. Why would God take the only family I have?" Isaac Mayra.

"Patience, May. It's a test" I said.

Slowly I felt Mayra's body detached from my arms, until finally the body was completely destroyed on the paved road.

"May! The mayra! Realize it!" my peek.

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