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Grief and Wounds. part.3.

" How is Izal's doctor?", I asked.

" I'm sorry Mom, you can't save the life of your husband, a stoic mother, yes, this is all already taqdir from Allah SWT" said the doctor who handles the Izal bang.

I was silent at his words. When I woke up, I hurried to see Izal's bang.

" O Allah, forgive all the sins of Izal and accept all his acts of worship" I said as I sobbed and hugged his stiffened body on the patient's bed.

I picked up my phone and contacted my Uncle and relayed the news of Izal's bang death.

" Where is Mom, where will the body be buried?", asked one of the sisters.

" Izal bang's body will be buried in my uncle's house" I said in tears.

" His body was ushered in ambulance only, Mom", he asked again.

" Yes, sister", I said.

I contacted the Zainal bang to inform him of the death of Izal bang, and told him my uncle's home address, because the body would be buried in my uncle's house.

I contacted Izal bang boss, Mario sir, and the village chief of Old Mountain, Mr. Putin, and informed them of Izal bang's death and my uncle's address to them, if they would like to see him.

After contacting our relatives, I hurried to follow the sisters who brought the bodies to the ambulance.

After they entered the depth of the ambulance and told my uncle's full address, I rushed to my matic motor park.

I immediately started my motor and drove it at high speed towards my uncle's house by passing a shortcut.

A few minutes later, I arrived in front of my uncle's house. I saw the neighbors coming to my uncle's house.

" Assalamualaikum" I said, hugging my children who were waiting for me on the porch of my uncle's house.

" Why are you crying?", asked Syakira.

" Your father has left us forever dear, Allah SWT loves your father more than we do" I cried sobbing.

My daughter Syakira also cried hysterically while calling her father.

Shortly after, the ambulance carrying Izal's body arrived in front of my uncle's house.

The hospital officials rushed down Izal's body and lifted him into my uncle's house and placed him in the bed that my aunt had provided.

My children and I cried sobbing to see the body of Izal bang. After the hospital officials left, mourners began to arrive to mourn.

My uncle said that Izal's body was taken care of by the bathhouse, so that the body could be buried before midnight.

The neighbors immediately helped the men to take care of the corpse, by providing the corpse equipment.

A few hours later, after being sholated, the body was taken to a public cemetery in the complex of my Uncle's house.

Before midnight, the body was buried.

" Don't cry anymore baby, later Kira can get sick if the cry continues" I said persuading my daughter. As for my son Habib, I was put to bed by my aunt, because I had to persuade Syakira.

Ever since my daughter found out Izal was dead, she never stopped crying, and it scared me that she would get sick if she kept crying.

" Dear, there are still mama who will love you, mama will love you and take good care of you, does Syakira not love mama anymore?", I asked while holding back my tears.

" Mama, Kira love Mama, mama don't leave us yes, we only have a mama, Kira just sad with the departure of father, but we just reunited with father", he said while hugging my body tightly while crying sobbing.

" Dear, I know that Kira loves you very much, but Allah SWT loves your father more, son, do you not pity to see my father lying in the hospital, and just aided by medical devices, honestly dear, mama is also very sad about your father's departure, but we must be strong, because life must continue, all there must be a silver lining dear ", I said as I stroked my daughter's hair lovingly.

" Mama's source of strength is Mama's children, and Mama always prays for good and health and long life for you, dear mama's children, don't be sad anymore dear, dear, later my mother will also be sad", I said while removing the tears that flowed from my daughter Syakira's eyes.

" Yes ma, Kira will not be sad again, will not cry again, Kira love Mama" he said with a smile and hugged my body tightly.

" Oh dear, may Allah SWT give your father the best place, and give us strength and fortitude" I said, holding him.

Time passed, and tonight we went through tears of sorrow. Grief and grief come in turn.

We have to be strong and steadfast in this test of life, because we believe there must be a silver lining.

In the morning, my aunt woke me up to pray. After the prayer, I helped my aunt cook and after that, I took care of my son Habib who was awake.

After bathing and dressing her clothes, I fed her breakfast.

" Assalamualaikum", they said simultaneously.

" Wa alaikum salam", I said as I let them into the house and sat on a mat that was still held in the living room.

" I'm sorry Mom, just this morning we arrived at this funeral home, because we came from Medan here as representatives from the office where the mother's husband works" he said.

" Ooh, yes sir, last night before midnight Izal's body was buried" I explained.

" Yes Ma'am, a stoic mother yes, and as our sense of caring, the company provides assistance to mothers and children of mothers, hopefully useful yes Ma'am!", he said.

" Please drink the tea, sir", said my aunt, putting a tray containing drinks in front of them.

" Thank you Mom, we had breakfast and tea before coming here" he said.

" Even if you drink it, sir", I said chiming.

" Good ma'am" he said, sipping his tea.

" Thank you very much sir for the help ", I was moved.

" In that case, we say back home, ma'am, because our trip is very far to Medan" said one of Izal's coworkers who served.

" Please convey to Mr. Mario for his help and kindness to us" I said.

" Yes ma'am, we went ya ma'am" they said as they left my uncle's house.

A few minutes later, a woman came to my uncle's house.

" Assalamualaikum" he said.

" Wa alaikum salam", I said as I hurried over to him.

" Mira", I said dumbfounded to see her.

" It's me, Mira" he said as he walked into my uncle's house without my idzin.

" Why did you come here?", I asked.

" Yes, you didn't tell me that Izal's bang died" she said, keeping her crying baby quiet, perhaps hungry or thirsty.

" Well, it's up to me, are you an important person?", I asked in a high tone.

" Yes, bang Izal is my husband, while you are just his ex-wife" he said.

" Hey, don't just say yes, we haven't been legally divorced, haven't knocked the hammer, actually we've been wanting to refer to it before Izal bang accident, because he said, two want to leave you, two want to leave you, and she's so sorry to marry me" I said again so she didn't have a big head.

" What's the noise?", asked my uncle.

" This woman uncle, came to the uncle's house, immediately made a troublemaker, did not know himself to be a person" I said annoyed.

" What business do you have coming to my house?", asked my uncle firmly.

" I want to ask for my right as his wife bang Izal" he said.

" What right?, and Izal has passed away, and he has not left any treasure or will to us" said my uncle

" He'll have a car, and I want to sell that car to help with my living expenses and my children" he said with confidence.

" I sold the car, and I paid for the treatment while in the hospital, in the ICU room, you think there's something free in the world" he said.

" Is there nothing left over from the sale of the car?", he asked again

" Your mother is a basic woman does not know herself, instead of sad bang Izal died, but I am only concerned about money and only money" I said furious.

" Yes, why do I grieve for such an irresponsible man" he said, leaving my uncle's house.

" Abaghfirullah, it's so magical, it's just self-cooling" said my aunt as she stroked her chest.

" Yes Bi, that magical human being, got karmic, just knew how he felt" I said as I passed into the kitchen to get food, because my stomach had started to rumble.

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