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Mandiin died part 1

Early in the morning, when the sun had not fully illuminated, the cold wind was still caressing my neck which felt tickling and made this body shudder.

I wagged my clothes after squeezing them out and drying them, the sun not shining yet. Morning routine before making breakfast.

I heard footsteps approaching the house. I who was behind the gashes circled the house and saw someone standing and preparing to knock on my door.

"What's up, sir?" I asked a man who looked confused at the time. The man I was in his 40s approached me and spoke to me.

"Is there an Mbah Sumini, Ma'am. This morning we were shocked by the news about our relatives who died suddenly. Can Mbah Sumini bathe the body today, ma'am?"

I was silent for a moment. It's not that I don't allow my mother-in-law to go wash the body like she used to, but my mother-in-law is very old.

I'm afraid he fell or even fainted from soy sauce.

"Sorry sir, my mother...,"

"Sopo, Nduk?"

Suddenly my mother-in-law's voice came from inside. His face was already beginning to be filled with wrinkles it looked up as the door opened.

The man who was in front of me immediately twisted his body and approached my mother-in-law.

" Mbah Sumini, please Mbah, my younger brother died yesterday, and strangely the hospital just told me earlier. When I asked her husband, she spoke only a thousand languages,"

"Nobody could bathe him, Mbah, other than Mbah," the man lowered his head and sighed deeply.

"Usually when he's in the hospital, the hospital is bathing, we just have to bury him" my mother-in-law explained.

" Right Mbah, but this is her husband's request. He wanted to bathe his own wife at home, of course with the help of Mbah and also other mothers,"

I fell silent and looked at the figure of my old mother-in-law. He was over 70 years old, his body thin and frail, a little complaining of stomach pain due to stomach ulcers.

Honestly, I can't bear if the old man has to fight me with water and is tired. What I'm worried about, if the night is definitely difficult to sleep because of the bloated stomach and also pain.

I saw doubt on my mother's old face, she looked at me and waved her hand, telling me to come closer to her.

I nodded slowly and obeyed his orders, approached and stood up beside him.

"What's up, Mom? You call Nunung?"

The woman nodded and looked at me deeply.

" Nung, riko arep ngikut mom mandiin mayit? kulo wes tuek Nung. Ra strong bathein mayit dewean," (Nung, you want to go with the dead mother shower? I'm old, I can't take a cadaver bath alone)

My eyes immediately dodged hearing mother's words. ' Me? bathing corpses? big no!'s!'

I shook my head quickly. The experience of the practice of bathing corpses the other day has made me imagine a no-no. It was that if I were not forced with my Mas Tono-husband, I would definitely not want to.

"No need to ah, Mom. Nunung is afraid, ma'am," I refused subtly.

" Why be afraid, Nduk? mboten nopo-nopo, mayit ora may live a life of meneh," my in-law's face looked grim as I refused her request.

" Nduk, mandiin mayit is the law of fardhu kifayah, it is mandatory for Muslims to do it, if the obligation has been done by some people, if the obligation has been done by some people, and sin shall fall for those who are in that place,"

" Do you want Nduk, because we refuse to bathe the body, the whole village bears sins and gets punishment from God?"

I was stunned by my in-laws' words. That old face and old body made my heart full and seemed to be awakened by his words.

"Learn Nduk, later if Mother is not there, you are the one who replaces the position of mother. The head is big, Nduk,"

"But, Ms ...,"

"Later to invite also Ms. Lastri, you two will teach me how to properly bathe the maye, even though you are a daughter-in-law, I have high hopes for you and Ms. Lastri, too" I saw her eyes full of hope, she said, I felt reluctant to refuse, the fear was immediately gone.

" Okay Ma'am, Nunung call Mbak Lastri first," I said, although with a little coercion.

"Alhamdulillah, then I want to be ready first yes,"

" Mum, wait a minute nggih, I go in first, change clothes and get ready," said the mother-in-law.

"Njeh, Mbah,"

I also left the man who was sitting on the porch of the house, and rushed towards the back of the house where the house of Pastri-sister husband was located.

Geck! poke! poke!

I knocked on the side door of Madam Lastri's closed house. Soon there was the sound of feet approaching and the door opened slowly.

" What's up, Nung?" mbak Lastri's face looked confused. He looked behind me like he was looking for something.

"Is there something with mom, Nung? mom didn't fall, did she?"

I quickly shook my head, seeing Madam Lastri's worried face.

" No, I told you to come with me to bathe the dead body. What does Ma'am want? haven't you been with mom a lot?"

He looks like he's knitting both eyebrows. " You were also invited by mom? do you want to?"

I was silent for a moment. I honestly doubt. Bathing a corpse is not easy for me.

However, I finally nodded slowly. I don't want to disappoint the in-laws who have been good to me all this time, what's the harm in trying, right?

"Yes, Mother. Nunung wants to come, "I replied briefly.

I saw something strange in his eyes, but finally Madam Lastri nodded.

" You're ready, Ma'am also want to be ready. Let's go together, shall we?"

" Yes Ma'am, Nunung wait later on the terrace, Ma'am," I immediately turned my body and walked quickly towards the house.

I saw my mother-in-law sitting on the porch of the house while sipping sweet tea with fried ketella next to her.

" Which man, Mom. How come there isn't?" I was confused when my eyes looked for the whereabouts of the man.

"Have muleh, Nduk. Mom said we'd go to her house later. Not far, though. I'm afraid she's waiting a long time. I want breakfast first" explained mom.

" Oh, you know the house?"

"Or, Nduk. Wes rene, breakfast first. Your husband is also ready to go to the office. Later mom delivered Tono, you boncengan same Lastri, ngggeh,"

" Sir, Mom. Then Nunung get ready first, ma'am,"

Mom smiled and nodded. I returned his smile and went straight into the house.

Inside the house I met Mas Tono. My man was seen wiping his wet hands.

"Mas ... has taken a shower," I asked. My husband looked up and nodded.

"Already, Deck, this is Mas just finished drying our clothes in the back. Earlier said mother, you want to be invited by Mother to bathe the corpse. Mas seneng heard him," Mas Tono stroked my head fondly.

"Yes, get ready, we will go to the place of the late. You're bickering with Madam Lastri, later back and forth between Mom and Mommy, you're okay, right?" ask Mas Tono carefully. I know his mind, he doesn't want to trouble me.

" What's wrong, Mom. Mas don't worry. Mas work well, the business of the mother with Pastri is my business. Doain aja your wife can be strong and brave to face the mayit later," I replied with a slightly vibrating voice, I can not deny, the fear is still settled in the chest.

"Yes, pity mom wait. I also want a motorcycle manasin first,"

I complied and immediately went into the room to get ready. Plain black clothes and matching colored trousers along with white rectangular hijab I wore in a hurry, afraid that Mas Tono and Mother waited a long time.

As soon as I finished I immediately went out, where Mas Tono, mother and also Mbak Lastri were waiting.

By sipping a glass of tea from Mas Tono, I just grazed the fried ketella and chewed it in a hurry, then stepped towards the motorbike that was parked in the yard.

"Alon-alon, Nduk. Ojo grusa grusu," Mother's murmur as I look so hasty.

"Njeh, Mum. Sorry Nunung, Nunung is just afraid of being late" I said.

"Yo wes, your Mbakyu bull. Careful, alon-alon wae," Mother returned to watch.

"Njeh, Ma'am" I replied as I climbed onto the bike, followed by Mbak Lastri behind me.

"Wes, Kito's dead, yo. Bismilbornrahmanirrahim," said Mas Tono. Before long there was a roar of his supra motorbike, and the two-wheeled vehicle began to move in after my motorbike behind him.

The journey to the house is quite difficult. The road that passes is a dirt road, understand still the village area.

On the left and right of the tree path there are still many and houses are rare. The house is dominated by plank houses and zinc roofs, but countless also houses made of concrete and multiroof roofs.

I had trouble climbing. The body of the fat and 70 kilogram Mastri weighs more that makes my motorbike have to spend extra power, especially the dirt road in the interspersion of gravel stones feels slippery because the road runs out in the rain.

Lucky still control the terrain even though the road is faltering. The motor can finally run smoothly when the road is flat, even though the road is slippery and muddy. My feet occasionally took to the road, afraid of suddenly whining and into a ditch that was drained by quite heavy water.

" Mboten nopo-nopo anyway, Nung? Mommy mlaku wae, yo. I'm homee wes cedak," (why not anyway, Nung? Just walk, it's his house is close)

" No need, Ma'am. Don't you mind," I said with my eyes still concentrating on the road.

True said Madam Lastri, the house we were going to bathe her body was seen crowded.

Motor Mas Tono was pulled over and after lowering his mother, Mas Tono salim. I, who had just put the bike on, approached my husband and kissed the back of his hand.

"By leaving, Deck. You are fine, if it is difficult to bring mother, ask for help the same one who has a house for mother-to-mother," Mas Tono said before he returned to his motorcycle stater and pamit. I just agree with his words, without objection.

After Mas Tono left, I grabbed my mother's hand, making sure that the old man was safe as we stepped into the yard.

The host greeted us very well, but strangely the people were just waiting outside and there was no sound of people chanting Yasin inside.

"These are not yet coming, Mbah. Just wait inside," suddenly the host spoke.

We just nodded and went inside the house. Inside the house all the equipment is available. The shroud and the flowers have been placed very neatly along with mattresses and pillows.

Just now we put our asses on the floor of the house, sounding deafening ambulance sirens.

The people who were sitting quietly stood up and looked outside. The sound of crying was unstoppable from within as people dressed in white came out from inside the ambulance and lifted the corpse on stretchers.

I was still holding my mother, and she was taken to the back with the host and me and Miss Lastri.

It turned out that we were taken to the mortuary, where the bamboo booth became the base.

While waiting for the bodies to enter, I noticed the way the men made the potluck bath, just from a few long cloths put together.

The smell of lime was very pungent, making me slightly resist the rumble in the chest. Yes, the smell of lime is identical to the smell of a corpse, I think.

The noise outside made me frown. What's really out there? why did the old corpse enter when it was only a few steps away?

"Get aside, Lestari will be bathed soon,"

My heart felt like it was going to be thrown out, when someone grabbed a long cloth and they immediately put down the corpse that had just come.

The cloth was quickly closed back when the corpse was placed on top of the cubicle and a haggard-faced man entered with a hard-to-picture look towards the maye.

My eyes immediately dodged, as the cloth covering the corpse was opened. Clearly my eyes saw a body that was stretched stiff with a very terrible position in my opinion.

"Astaghfirullahalazim," I mumbled almost inaudibly.

The corpse closed its eyes but its mouth was gaping, like it was in a lot of pain. His hands were stretched out and his legs were straddled, almost like frogs.

More to my heart's sorrow, *******************there are dried blood stains, and stitches.

' Did this woman die from childbirth? but why is his position so scary?'

"Well, we start the procession of bathing the corpse. You're her husband?" ask the only man among us.

The man nodded slowly. His face was tired and seemed to hold a deep disappointment.

"Here, you help bathe, the mother who started, you will follow" said the mother to him. The man also approached.

" Whatever your wife's fault, I'm sorry. Let go, and never take revenge. Pity your wife, let her calm down" said my mother, stroking her shoulder.

Unexpectedly the man was crying, as strong as his voiceless power to the point that his veins were sticking bluish between his forehead.

"Wes-wes, patient zinc. Ojo suwi-suwi, pity your bojomu," I just fell silent and so did Mbak Lastri when mother was seen winning the man. The other two women were also seen sobbing, maybe it was his brother.

After a while the man wiped his tears with the back of his hand, he asked immediately to continue bathing his wife's body.

Mother nodded and told us to arrange a position, I was deliberately next to mother, afraid mother why-not.

She then grabbed her gloves and put them on. He raised his hand and read the intention of bathing the corpse.

"Sir, please change the cloth with the wet cloth," told the mother to one of the women standing opposite the mother.

Mother then replaced the cloth that had been blurred with a new wet cloth and covered the body of the mayor.

The initial process began, the mother approached and reached into the mouth of the mayit and rubbed his teeth, nostrils, ear holes, armpit gaps, finger slits, and feet and hair.

After finishing the process, he called the husband of the mayor and told him to press the stomach to remove the dirt.

At first the process went well, but when the woman's husband pressed his stomach slowly and slowly like the mother's direction, a very foul aroma wafted to make me nauseous.

Not only me, but the others were closing their noses. Only the mother I saw was so calm and unperturbed.

" Mbah ..," the man turned to his mother, as if in despair.

"Ora po-po, continue wae, Leh,"

Following the orders of the mother, the man pressed his wife's stomach slowly again.

The tests!

Instantly the eyes of all those who were in that place bought, while looking ...