One Roof With Maduku

STILL GRIEVING

Wind brings coolness. Nature offers peace of heart. The joy of a flock of birds bringing glad tidings. But not for the Winda. Right now, the young and fresh lady was overwhelmed with grief and loss. Half his soul had first left him. Forcibly, Winda had to live his days without a man who had been with him for a long time. He had to start getting used to it again without being present and his figure. Only time will heal all desolation and loss of it. Because it all starts from the ordinary and gets used to it and returns to the new that will get used to it. Alone strong without the attention and warm embrace of her beloved husband. Her current status is the widow left behind by her husband.

The waves that leave white foam. In the sand on the beach. It was sad when the memories were still lingering in the eyes. The memory of his ray words that made the soul drift. I fell asleep when the language made Sukma drift. Drown out the feelings that eventually coalesce in our hearts together. Your love and my love will be a human story. In this world it is not always beautiful. There is solace and pleasure in alternating with each other. Most importantly I am a loyal woman you should be proud of. Until your death comes, I still keep your name engraved clearly embedded in my beating heart. Will I be able to do it myself until you come and pick me up back here?

" Sir!" call Galuh while holding the hand of his friend's. Galuh wants to give strength when his friend is in a period of grief and loss. For him this is his role as a friend who will provide psychological strength so that Winda back excited and not slumped in his loss to his beloved figure.

Winda looked down at the face of Galuh who was in front of him. A little smile is forced so that his best friend is not too worried about him.

"Eat first Win! Just little!" galuh said while offering a plate that already had a little rice and side dishes. But Winda just stared at the plate that had been filled with empty eyes there was no appetite.

" Let me feed you yah!" galuh added again while scooping the food and then near to the tiny mouth of Winda. But once again the hand of Winda slammed him down gently.

" You must eat, Sire. You still give Vishnu milk, don't you? You have to be healthy for your son, Vishnu." said Galuh while seeing the new Bu Hartini coming to them.

Ms. Hartini approached Winda with concern. Unexpectedly, Winda was still protracted in her grief. Galuh gave room to Bu Hartini to sit next to Vinda. His hands full of softness gently rubbed the head of the Winda.

" Love baby! Don't be like this constantly dong. Surya would be sad if he knew you were like this. Let Surya be calm in nature. We must pray for Surya to get the best place on His side. We must not weigh his steps. Surya is free from the burden and pain of living in the world. Mama also very lost her one-on-one mama boy. But that doesn't mean you have to mourn Surya's departure. We are only human, Sire. One day we will also experience death according to our destiny line written in the book of His. And you also have to be passionate, Vinda. There is still Vishnu who still needs you" said Bu Hartini impressed not to show his sadness.

Winda looked at his mother-in-law. This middle-aged woman looked more and more strokes on her forehead. On his face looks his sadness but can still be covered. This way of life must keep going and the wheel of life must inevitably turn. Losing someone who is loved must not dampen our spirits in continuing the journey of life. Tomorrow there is still a rising and shining sun. The spirit to live this life cannot be diminished. Time must be maximized to benefit the surrounding, especially respect yourself, family and the surrounding community.

"Mama!" call slowly Winda while hugging the body of her mother-in-law while crying bitterly.

" Cry, if it will make you more relieved" said Ms. Hartini as she rubbed her back.

" This chest is so tight, ma." said Winda with a trembling voice.

" Yes my mom knows!" said Ms. Hartini also cried because of the situation.

Galuh who is still there is also brought by the sadness of two women who both lost the figure of Surya. Galuh shed her tears. The death of Surya is very surprising for the extended family of Mr. Hartono, especially his wife, Winda. But is not the death of a man no one can know for sure the time and the coming. The death of a person does not see whether he is still a child, a teenager, or a young man. The task of man is only to collect his good practice for provision later in the afterlife.

Winda drank mineral water given by Bu Hartini.

" We're eating at the dinner table!" bring Bu Hartini.

" It's a pity, Galuh has not eaten waiting for you in this room" added Bu Hartini while glancing towards Galuh.

Winda looked at Galuh's face in a lethargy.

Finally slowly Winda stood up following the invitation of his mother-in-law. Galuh followed them to the back of the house to the dining table. Several mothers were preparing a meal for the guests who came at the Yasinan event and shared prayers at Mr. Hartono's residence.

It is seen that Intan sat at the dinner table silently listening to the chants of Yasin's letter read simultaneously by the people of Adam in the middle room. Intan was still visible in her eyes and her sadness was still evident. Losing Mas Surya to Intan was the most painful blow. Moreover, the death of Mas Surya due to an accident and classified as arriving. Ms. Hartini, Galuh and also Winda joined in sitting at the dining table.

" Would you like some soto or chicken satay, Winda?" tanya Bu Hartini while taking a plate for Winda.

" Mama! Later ma. I can have hot tea first, ma." said Vinda.

" Oh hot tea huh? Let me make it." Galuh said as he hurried from his seat to the kitchen.

" Ah, thank you very much Galuh. So bother you." said Ms. Hartini.

" It's okay, Auntie. Auntie wants hot tea too?" galuh.

" Oh can! Thank you very much, Galuh." said Ms. Hartini.

Intan was still silent in the grieving atmosphere. Ms. Hartini just rubbed the back of Intan's hand as if giving a signal that we have to be patient with this test.

The residence of Mr. Hartono is still many guests who pray for Surya. For seven days, every night in the house was held reading Yasin and prayer together. Niga, Andrie and Bang Hendra are also seen tonight who are sitting reading Yasin in the living room. Mr. Hartono also looks solemn to read Yasin among them.