Red Rose-Love In Three Countries

Tear

* The Next Day

The dawn azan was resounding, faintly sounding from a distance. The roosters began crowing, unpretentious, revealing their might.

Dark and quiet morning, some people still sleep in their sleep, and some go to fulfill their respective obligations, congregational dawn prayers, or even some go to tapp rubber.

The quiet morning suddenly changed, with the roar of the cries of several people from a house.

"Abuuuu.., huhuhuhu...,"

"Hiks..,hiks.., Grandma,"

"Huhuhuhu.., uh...,"

"Mother...,"

"Huhuhuhuhuhu...,"

The sound of heartbreaking cries, unceasingly heard, invited the people who heard it to be curious, until the crowd began to arrive and gather.

Seen on the bed, an old woman lying stiff, her face pale, her eyes tightly closed, her whole body covered with Tapih bahalai (typical Kal-cell fabric), she looks very tenacious and peaceful.

Unlike the people he left behind, they stared sadly at him, losing their loved ones, really breaking their hearts.

"Grandmother, do not leave Syifa, hiks..., Syifa promised to obey all Grandma's words, please do not go Nek," Yijia kept begging her Grandmother not to leave her, and she continued to ask her, hope is just a dream, but whatever the force, when the body is no longer alive, all promises and requests no longer matter.

"Mother.., forgive Sari who has not been able to divide you, forgive your son who always troubles you, hiks...,"

"Sari, patient Syifa?" Bi Asih stroked slowly on Sari's back, tears dripping slowly, falling on her Sasirangan clothes.

"Huhuhuhu, Mother...,"

Sari continued to cry bitterly, her heart ached, as she looked at her mother who was no longer alive.

"Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un," Ustadz Rahim sat by the bed, staring fixedly at the calm and peaceful face of his Grandmother Yijia, his eyes looking red in tears.

The gentle, affectionate and always friendly figure of Grandma managed to steal a place in everyone's heart. The villagers who heard this news, immediately went to the house of his Grandmother Yijia, reciting the do'a-do'a and surah yasin.

They gathered from the morning blind, helped each other take care of the body of Grandma Yijia, some helped bathe the body, some also forgave and dig the grave. Everything was done together, until the burial process ended.

Yijia sat pensively beside the grave of her beloved Grandmother, her tears continuing to flow unceasingly.

Given the 3 years they spent together, the happiness he felt during his Grandmother's life, the warmth of a family that Grandma had given him, really made Yijia feel lost.

"Dear Syifa, don't be sad all the time like that, let Grandma go quietly. If Syifa continued like this, Grandma would also be sad, "Aminah stroked the head of Jejiah, who continued to weep beside the grave of the Grandmother, who was still wet.

"Yes Syifa, be patient. Everything has been determined by Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'alla, be it a mate, death or sustenance. Everything was written in the Mahfuz long before the man was born.

"Patience, let your Grandma go quietly, pray Grandma to be happy there. On the side of the creator, the best place to return. The task of Syifa is now to pray for him, to send him gifts, such as Surah Al-Fatiha, Al-Ikhlas, An-Nas, Al-Falaq, surah Yasin, and other useful things, do not let sorrow affect," ustadz Rahim said, advising Yijia. Hearing that made Yijia feel calm, she realized there was no point crying over Grandma's departure, however crying would not be able to restore her Grandmother's life again. What has gone, will not change only with tears, the only way is to be patient and to let go.

"Thank you, Ustadz, for your advice, for helping to take care of Grandma's body,"

"Together Syifa, it is natural, as fellow Muslims, to help each other, shoulder to shoulder so that life can go easier."

Yijia was pleased with Ustadz Rahim, around him. Her existence makes Yijia feel calm and comfortable, something that is difficult to find from others.

The figure of Ustadz Rahim who is friendly, warm and loving, as well as his polite attitude that managed to win the heart of Yijia.

A person with a soft heart, touching the hearts of others, just by looking at his shady face. When he smiled, then there was no more, honey sweeter than him. But sometimes very dear, his smile is expensive, he often smiles, but without sweeteners, a smile that seems flat and friendly.

"Syifa, it's afternoon, we should go home now," Sari asked suddenly, he who had just been silent while hugging the grave of the Mother, now sat staring at Yijia. His eyes were red and puffy, his face pale from not having eaten since this morning, the moment he lost it, made him forget everything, fortunately he still did not forget his Lord, as well as his duties as a servant.

"Yes Bi, Syifa will follow Auntie,"

"Come"

"Yes, here Auntie help you stand up, Syifa." Bi Asih grabbed Yijia's arm, helped Yijia stand up and guided her to walk.

Joseph walked right behind them, Bi Asih and Yijia.

To his right Sari and Aminah, on the Ustadz Rahim follow.

......

That night after Yijia's Grandma's birthday was over, the house was deserted. Neither Yijia nor Sari, neither of them opened their voices, all dissolved in their minds, one by one the memories that had started to appear, like crazy people, sometimes smiling, sometimes crying.

Once lost, you will understand, what it means to appreciate the time you have, the opportunities together, spend time, share love together. There are many happy things that can be done, but whatever the force, when death separates, all will only be a dream.

Yijia sat pensively, holding hands. Staring softly out the window of his room, his mind drifting far away from nowhere, there were only drops of water that continued to flow from to the two sides of his already swollen eyes.

For almost an hour Yijia sat quietly staring out her window, not even feeling tired, tired, or bored. He fell asleep in his memories with the Grandmother, the figure of the second Mother for him. After the departure of her birth Mother, Grandmother, Second Mother to Yijia, the Mother who sincerely took care of her and gave her love, wholeheartedly.

"When it was only last night, I sat down with Grandma here, but it felt like I missed you so much,"

"Newly yesterday, I told you about a creepy incident on Grandma, but it turns out that losing Grandma is the most frightening thing. When Syifa can't see Grandma anymore, can't see Grandma anymore, this heart really misses Grandma's warmth, Grandma Syifa."

"Grandma, may Grandma be happy there, please pay attention to Syifa, don't forget Syifa,"

"Grandmother, Syifa loves Grandma very much, Grandma is the light in Syifa's life. If it wasn't for Grandma, somehow Syifa would have lived, thanks to Grandma Syifa having made it through the tough times of the past three years,"

"If only Syifa could exchange Grandma's life for Syifa, hyks...,"

"Huhuhuhu.., Grandma, Syifa loves Grandma very much,"