Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 31. Gone Too Soon's

Gone Too Soon's

(Going too soon)

taken from the title song sung by Michael Jackson

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Jogjakarta

Tare

He just finished a scientific article about anxiety (antietas). To be presented at the psychological symposium two days later.

Then move to the children's room. Make sure the blanket is properly installed. And the AC's flame is not too cold.

But when passing through the middle room, the sound of a cellphone ringing coming from inside the bedroom managed to surprise him.

Who's the one who called midnight like this?

It was impossible if it was Mas Sada. Because her husband was pursuing TO (target operation) a network of dealers hundreds of kilograms of dry marijuana dispatch from the island of Sumatra.

Anja Calling's.

He frowned before raising the call, "Yes, Ja?"

But Anja said nothing. Her sister-in-law was sobbing on the phone.

"Papa ..." whispered Anja Lirih. When he almost asked what was.

Unknowingly his eyes immediately looked at the family photo, which was stored on Mas Sada's desk.

Photos of their families with Papa, Mama, and Ambu (mother - Sundanese-language). When Mas Sada just finished graduating from PTIK (College of Police Science).

Suddenly his heart felt empty. The shocking news that Anja murmured, in an instant managed to bring out a sense of loss that was very great.

His eyes were still staring at the photo stored on the table. Looking alternately, between the faces of Papa and Mas Sada, who were both smiling widely.

***

Bandung

Cakras

He heard the sound of the door being knocked repeatedly. Makes his closed eyes squint. Trying to get up slowly.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Den Cakra?"

He glanced towards the digital clock stored on the nightstand.

It's still midnight. And he's been asleep for less than half an hour. After doing college assignments to collect tomorrow morning.

"What's up, Mang?" ask her with narrowed eyes due to glare.

Mang Ujang who had knocked on the door and called his name, stood at the door with a nervous expression.

"Barusan Neng Anja called, Den ..." replied Mang Ujang staggered.

It cringes. Then look into the room. Pay attention to the phone that is turned off power and is on charge.

"Neng Anja why?" ask him with full awareness and a high level of insight. Because if Anja to call the home phone number, it means there is an emergency.

"Anu .. that ...." Mang Ujang looked at him doubtfully.

He immediately put on his jeans, grabbed a cell phone, then grabbed the car keys in just a short time.

"Ja?" swipe through a cell phone connection. While walking in a hurry to the garage.

" ...." But Anja did not answer his greeting. All that was heard from across there was the sound of sobs.

"I'm home now" he muttered quickly. "I'm home now."

***

Jakarta

Tama

He ran in a daze towards the ICU room. Hit anyone who ran into him in the middle of the road. Hope it's not too late.

But what was found was precisely the most heartbreaking sight. Where a number of nurses are trying to remove life aids from the body of papa. Get rid of endotracheal tube, ventilator, cardiac monitor.

"Father has died in peace, ma'am," a doctor told her with a sorry face. "No more pain."

He immediately grabbed the mama who was looking back. Staring at his hero who had been stiffened. With a nurse trying to pull a white cloth covering the entire face of papa.

"Wait!" preventably. "Wait a minute!"

The mother who was crying in her chest was also shocked.

While continuing to hug his mother, he tried to walk closer to his father.

But as soon as I got to my side, my mom took a step back.

"Pa?" whisper in papa's ear with a choking sound.

But he had no power to say a word. With a circle of tears that began to fall without being able to be dammed again.

Makes him decide to pull away from papa's side. Stand up straight as you reach back to your shoulders and then embrace her.

"Thank you, Pa. Happy rest in peace ..." whispered although unable to say.

***

Pocktail

It's messing up on top of the pot. While my mom is still teaching in the room. When Icad with a sleepy face approached him in the kitchen.

"Well bit of the call ..." muttered Icad with half-circumcised eyes.

It cringes. But received the phone from the hands of Icad.

"Assynogaal?" sweep it with a frown. "What's up, Gam?"

He looked at the kitchen table with a pus. Where there is a used coffee cup last night that has not been washed. Because forgetting is not stored in the sink.

"What's up, Ma?" asked Icad with round eyes. No longer sleepy like that.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Then grabbing the Icad into a hug.

"Innalilahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un (we belong to Allah and to Allah we return).

***

Antoni Raksaka's

He finished the morning prayer to start the day. When the youngest child who was always loyal to accompany him waited for Brother, turn on the television screen.

"The sad news came from a big bhayangkara family. Former Wakapolri in the era of Notonegoro President, Komjen (purnawirawan) Setyo Yuwono. Died early this morning at RSPAD Gatot Soebroto."

The youngest looked at him with regret. He could only breathe long. Never thought, if Setyo who a week ago visited the husband while lying in a coma. Now go to face him first.

The end never looked at the feathers.

Every living thing will surely come home. May peace always be with you, my friend.

***

Anja

He hugged Aran tightly. The mon tok baby who was almost a year old was also seemed to know the sad atmosphere that was happening.

Cakra came from Bandung just two hours after he called. Directly reaching him into the clench while whispering right in his ear,

"You can be strong (you can be a stoic person) ...."

He nodded many times. As a statement if he understands and accepts all. But the sobs never subsided.

The chakras do it all. Prepare the house to welcome the arrival of papa's body. Just making sure he's okay.

Repeatedly Cakra grabbed him while whispering encouraging sentences. Even so, the tears continued to break as if they were endless.

Papa's body was sholated first in the Baiturrahman Mosque. The mosque is located inside the housing complex where they live.

Then buried at home to get the last respect of the gentleman and relatives.

Mas Tama came home with reddened eyes. Clutching her tightly until she sobbed long enough on her brother's chest.

Mas Sada and the new family came by noon. Directly polishing papa and lingering hugging mama.

Then he approached himself who was cradling Aran. Grabbing his cheeks with both palms. Make sure he no longer cries when the tears fall again. Then summarize it with all your heart.

***

Tama

"Later if there is no papa ..." so said papa, as they were on their way to the tomb om Gorda.

"Papa wants you, Sada, Cakra .. who takes care and bathes papa."

Instead of answering papa's unusual request. It swallows saliva very quickly. Trying to keep a straight forward view. Keep an eye on traffic flow that is quite choked.

"Titip mama ...."

He rubbed his neck which was actually fine.

"Don't forget .. send flowers on special days to your mama ...."

"Although later papa is no .. but mama can still feel the habit when we are still together ...."

He cleared his throat to wet a throat that suddenly felt dry.

"The same goes for Sada ...."

He swallowed the saliva again.

"The child is too relaxed" continued papa. "You should give her input and motivation more often."

This time he nodded. Actually Sada is not the kind of person who is too relaxed. Only the typical greatly enjoys a life filled with happiness. Until all impressed allowed to flow just like that. Though he knew very well the map of life that had been designed by his brother since sitting on the bench Akpol. While he himself did not even have a map of life at all.

"Mind Cakra and Anja ...."

He nodded back.

"They're both still young. Don't let the same thing happen to you repeat itself to them."

He took a deep breath, hearing the last words that Papa said.

"Papa trust all the same you, Tama ..." this time papa turned to him. "Don't disappoint papa."

He nodded. But soon after trying to neutralize the atmosphere by saying, "Papa would want to live long ...."

"In the near future fasting .. lebaran .. our families gather all ...." Connect with full confidence.

But papa didn't give any answers.

Now he became the representative of the family when he received a guest who came to pay his last respects to Papa.

"So sorry ...." Mr. WBM patted his shoulder a few times. As well as leading the funeral procession of greatness.

"Allow us to stand here representing the extended family of the late father Setyo Yuwono ..." he said starting a welcome from the family with a choked voice.

Even when he, Sada and Cakra descended directly into the burrow. Welcoming papa's body and positioning it appropriately. Some of him still do not realize if all this is reality.

"If you want to find a new wife .. find one that can support you ..." said papa as they were on their way home from Cakra's house.

"You are accompanying you in any situation. Just like your mama you accompanied papa ...."

He just nodded.

"The woman who was in Cakra's house earlier .. who Bu Cut said her husband died on the tanker ...."

He waited for the continuation of the sentence that papa said nervously.

"Where do you think?"

He laughed, "Where is it, Pa?"

But he shook his head, "Where is how?"

Making him shut his mouth stopped the laughter.

"You're so familiar with her children."

This time he swallowed the saliva nervously.

"See your mother's blessing if you want to be serious!" keep papa in a very firm tone. "Don't disappoint me for the second time."

He looked at the expanse of red rose petals covering the ground above the navel. Most of the guests went home. Only family and friends remain.

Someone patted his back from behind. When he turned his head, he found the figures of Rajas, Riyadh, and Wisak.

"Armand again to the outside (country)," muttered Wisak who was crouching beside him. "It's according to Armand's condolences to Om Setyo."

He nodded.

While Rajas poured water over the navel while muttering, "I've been here before (i've been here - in sorrow-before) ...."

"Om Setyo will always be missed (will always be missed)" Rajas said.

His head bowed to the red rose petals that were getting wet.

Riyadh patted his back giving him strength.

***

Mama

Guided by Tama, he ventured into the bedroom.

Look around the room with a hollow feeling. Staring at the bed where last night he and Setyo still throw each other smiles together.

"Mama can sleep in the guest room if you want," said Tama as she was stunned and just kept quiet on the spot.

But he shook his head, "Mama sleeps here."

Tama rubbed her arm slowly.

"Please accompany mom ...." His ink with a tongue.

Tama nodded obediently.

She actually wanted to be accompanied by her three children. Tama, Sada, Anja. Sleeping together as they were when they were children. Tell each other and joke. Share each other's wishes and expectations.

But Sada is still tired after doing the operation on the ground and immediately flew to Jakarta. Even Anja who looks the hardest hit with the departure of Setyo mas, there is already Cakra that accompanies.

The hope is that Tama will stay.

"Tama accompany Mama until whenever Mama wants," replied Tama who continuously rubbed her shoulders.

He walked slowly to the bed. The bed linen and blanket had already been replaced with a new one by Bi Enok. But the memory of the person who is always beside him will never be strangled until anytime.

Slowly, he sat himself on the bed. Close your eyes while taking a deep breath. It filled the entire cavity in his body with the scent of deep sorrow.

He shrank his eyes before laying on the bed with great care. While feeling the fragrance of the husband's fragrance that is still left behind.

Tama crouched down before her while trying to smile, "Mama rest first ... Wait here."

He smiled back even with a stiff mouth because he was crying too much. Looking at his eldest son, who had the face most similar to Setyo's mas when he was young.

His hand stretched out to rub his first cheek. Then said quietly, "Let's wake up Mama .. if Papa comes home from the office ...."

Tama was surprised to see him.

"Mama's been cooking papa's favorite food ...."

Tama looked at her pity while rubbing her wrinkled cheeks, "Mama sleep first ...."

"Cork fish acids, milkfish stew, gulai kikil ..." but he actually called a series of favorite dishes mas Setyo.

"But offal is not good for your papa. Cholesterol can go up."

"But Mama can what ... papa you su ..." he could not continue the sentence. While Tama has moved to embrace her.

"Mama rest ... don't think about things ..." whispered Tama in a hoarse voice. While her tears had returned to the flood to break the dam.

Like this it feels lost, his mind is lara.

He and Setyo talk about it often. About what if death separated. Who goes first and who gets left behind. About what to do if it becomes abandoned.

But in reality, he could not think and do anything. His entire memory was even filled with shadows about last night. Where he and Setyo still throw each other smiles. But a few minutes later, Setyo mas suffered a stroke that triggered anaphal. In the end, the two of them had to separate.

"Allohumaghfirlahu warhamhu wa'afihi wa'fu'anhu ..." whispered almost helplessly.

O Allah, forgive him, grant him mercy, grant him welfare, forgive his guilt.

He tried to close his eyes. That's when a kiss touched the back of his hand.

"Rest, Ma ... Wait here ...."

And the dam was broken again by the flood that was getting heavier.

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