Nayra's Defense

40.Nayma's House

I haven't been at Nayma's house for almost a week. Just because I'm busy with a weird sense of the end - the end of this.

It was still early morning, Time showed at 06:00 .I decided to leave, because Nayma's house isn't so far from mine . I wear a black dress with long jeans combined with a matching hijab.

It didn't take me long to get to Nayma's house . The quiet, silent house was mounded this land Nayma lived , ground and roofed the ground with a headstone on it.Yes this navel is the last place Nayma rested.

" Nayma how are you ? Are you there to see papa's mom ?it must be, right? mbak hope you are always happy there, gather with mom and dad.You know Nayma mbak here miss you very much. Thank you yesterday came to dream mbak, even though only a moment but mbak happy already can look at your face."I said while sowing flowers on the navel of Nayma.

Remembering that time Nayma did not want to call me with the name of brother, Nayma only wanted to call me with the name mbak which means brother too but Javanese language. At that time mom and dad laughed curled up at Nayma who sulked. How not our family there is no Javanese descent but Nayma with kekehnya asked for things related to Java.Mama papa and I think it was only joking but in fact Nayma was serious to cry, crying, and in the end we agreed that the call "KAKAK "was changed to "MBAK".At first the call was strange as it sounded, because it was not used .But as time went on the call became increasingly ringed in the head.Even if a day did not hear Nayma call me felt something was missing.

"Nayma sorryin mbak ya until now can not reveal the perpetrator who harmed you, even now they are still happy out there enjoying life calmly laughing to the fullest without any remorse for what they did to you.But I will try Nayma to seek justice for you to be quieter there, promise to punish anyone who has made you like this."

I embrace the navel of Nayma , look at the named wooden headstone with stickiness. Can only cry so-so vanishing all the sadness of longing that is in the heart.

" excuse me neng ?"

There was a voice behind me, as soon as I lifted my head from the navel rubbing the circles of tears that were still left on my cheeks with my hands. Then look towards the voice.

" Mmm, sir, what's wrong?" ask me to a middle-aged man wearing black clothes and shorts, his hand carrying a hoe that has been placed next to him.maybe this is a grave digger.

" Who's letter, sir, do you know his name? what kind of person is it ?" manya curious.

" i'm sorry neng I don't know, if heard from his voice like it was a woman because the person was wearing a jacket and mask rather high white skin." explained the father.

"Did this man say anything to you before he gave this letter to you ? does this guy come here often too ?" ask again.

" No neng he just said that just tipped to neng so.Yes before I often see him here, but for a long time also I did not see the end - the end of this"

" Mmm, thank you, sir "

" Yes neng together? then I'll go first, excuse me"

" yes sir"

The father also left.

A letter from a mysterious person again.What exactly is the purpose ?