NEMESIS SWORN BUT MARRIED (JANDaku)
JANDAKU (87) Terror...
Something made me happy, Arif slowly started to open up. Starting to familiarize yourself with Father Mother even more with me.
A week after a serious chat that was quite gripping for me, I and Arif flew to Jakarta. Its main purpose is the grave pilgrimage.
Had a row, because Arif asked me to directly visit the cemetery area where Inayah cemetery in the area of TPU Karet Bivak even though the day had begun in the afternoon at five.
Our arrival to Jakarta was indeed constrained by a delay in the arrival of the plane for up to three hours due to bad weather at the beginning of October.
Finally, we set foot in Soetta airport at four o'clock.
Once stuck in traffic on the streets of the capital center which has become a daily story of its residents. Especially at rush hour, return to work and the activities of the citizens of the Capital.
Just resigned, coz want how again?! This is how my hometown is. Welcome to the Jakarta. All tastes, all smells, all situations mixed together. Yes so! Hehe...
Intentionally take a trip on a working day to reduce the budget of a cheaper plane ticket a little compared to holidays.
And the impact, the public burial place also feels awesomeness because it is quiet especially before dusk like this.
This horror beud!!!
I don't know what because it has been contaminated mystical stories that Arif had told me, it feels like this knee is more limp than usual.
Ziper mix degdeg plas. Between fear and half-belief in the goib thing that does exist, I walked down the TPU sidewalk more slowly.
Till, until,
"Abang...., I'll wait here can ya?"
E busyet?!? Dodol Garut this boy! I want him to make a pilgrimage alone to Inayah's tomb? Seriously though??? The alamak!?!
"What are you doing?" ask me in a high voice. This heartache actually.
"I'm here! Ga pa pa khan?"
"Ga papa too! Weepy... The Khan who sent you that pilgrimage, Rif! Koq was left behind at the funeral!?"
"Don't be afraid, Bang! I'm getting you out of here!"
The heat?! Ni bocil, start songong! He said don't be afraid! What am I so good at? The lha? I've seen poci annex-aclokan used to fit a camper in Mount Salak. I have also been married to aunty Kunkun when I returned home to PP on a biskota. I know God created another invisible creature. But... It's another story. As if I came to the pilgrimage just to ask for back the same cangcut of Inayah's late house. Hixes. Hua...
I'm a dongo said coward.
Moreover, this is still bright daylight anyway. The watch on the hand shows the number five past eleven minutes.
Yes aampuun... It's late afternoon dong! Where's the devil coming out of the cage at this hour?!? If there is, it's a demon like bad luck. Or the devil doesn't have a clock so don't know when to go out in the afternoon gini, khan!?
Swing a step, keep walking down the sidewalk around the TPU. Finally the gate of the gate was visible. And there are still some flower shops and rose water that is open on the right left.
Safe koq, safe!
After buying a bag of petals of various fresh flowers and a bottle of rose water, I steadily continued the step towards Inayah's tomb.
After asking one of the funeral attendants where Block K was, I hurried back. Even now it is faster to be immediately free from the moral burden that lulls in this heart.
Htaka, Inayah... Where the hell, the grave?
It turns out that each block of land is vast as well. There are several tombs lined up neatly with various colors of walls and ceramics that become the decoration of every eye that looks.
Inayah bint Asep Hidayatullah.
Well, this! Aye right...! This is Inayah's grave.
I sighed, gulped. Then slowly stared at his tombstone which was clearly written with his full name and date of birth and 'travelling' date.
Three years ago, this girl was picked up by His Owner.
I crouch. Close the legs looking for a place to set yourself next to her clean and tidy navel.
I'm not good at teaching. I also don't pray. Only one back read the letter of Al-Fatihah after seven times beristighfar, then read the short grave pilgrimage prayer that I had learned in High School by mentioning the full name Inayah bintinya.
After finishing with my heart pounding, I sprinkled the petals of a plastic bag of flowers over her navel. Then water the rose water I opened by calling basmalah.
Slowly... My chest rippled. The breeze hit my front face like a soft caress of a delicate hand hit my skin.
Gatot! Don't hallucinate! It's october. The wind is like that. Make semriwing if you catch wind! Hadeuh...! Come on kuy, turn around!
"Dad...! May Allah widen your path, light your grave, and forgive all your sins in the world. Aamiin..."
I stood up from my seat. Suddenly...
Kreeks... Prak
A dry branch fell right in front of me.
"Astaghfirullahal'adhim!"
Spontaneity I'm suffocating screaming. Almost jump out in disarray if only in the area there is no father who seems to be one of the grave diggers.
Pias my face when I saw his face that was damaged in the right half.
O Allah Gustiii...!!! It really makes me hang. Woo...!!! This is not a horror novel! But why make the storyline so make the MC is in a scary gripping situation gini, Thor? Hua...
"The pilgrimage from the navel in the name of Inayah huh?" asked the father who had made me almost hymen when he first saw his face.
"I am, Sir!"
"Alhamdulillah. Moga from today can rest in peace and no longer be curious!"
Deg deg deg deg
I dare not ask questions. Besides looking down while answering the word 'aamiin'.
"I'm sorry, sir!" I said with slightly trembling lips.
Take a thousand steps. Kabuurr!!!
...........
With a lot of breath finally arrived at the place where Arif sat on the sidewalk.
Njiiir ni bocil really good sitting here lesehan already look like a photo model while I like being chased by demons demit!
Can only grumble in the heart. And trying to calm myself down, I ended up sitting next to Arif without saying much.
Arif looked at me seriously. He also did not say hello let alone ask me about my situation in the cemetery there.
While the day began to dark because dusk began to rule the universe. Sayup-sayup heard the voice of the Maghrib adhan echoing from the surrounding mosques.
"Alhamdulillah, the Maghrib, Bang! Find yuk mosque?!"
I'm tailing Arif. Walk in a hurry to be in line with his steps.
"What's so good about khan?" the question sounds like a murmur.
"Huh? What's the?"
"What's so good about khan?" repeat again, making me smile thinly.
Hhh... Pake asked! Damn it! If I had my own body, I would have jitak lo Rif! Hix... That was the worst part of my life, you know!?!
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