Second Eye

Funeral (illustration)

"Eh, yes, sir!" I stared at the driver in charge of the funeral of his master's entire family.

"Please enter! But yes this is how the house, it does not look as beautiful as before," pointed the driver at the house that is almost burned out, engulfed in fire.

"Has Memey's mother been found?" ask me while walking into the rubble of the building.

"It has. His body was jet black, until it could not be recognized because of the burning fire that had enveloped. But I'm also surprised, sir has a heart attack, why is his body also blackened?"

"Blackened? Where's the body now?" I was wondering looking at a house that is not too many people, there are only employees who work here.

"There's inside. The ruins were slightly cleaned. Although not like the mistress, but the skin of the master suddenly blackened as well. And both of them gave off a very pungent stench."

"Did this smell come from them?" my many.

"Yes, that's why no one likes to linger here. They went straight home after giving him their fair share of grief money."

It is true, said the driver. Ever since I set foot on the gate, the stench has started to smell nose-piercing. Especially when we started to get into this burning house, the smell was getting stinging. Until the smell of the gosong is covered, lost by the rotting of the body that is not clear shape in the crate.

" Well, it's better to prepare for the funeral. Are the police finished with their investigation? " manyu make sure.

" So the police said, the cause of the fire was because the lady forgot to turn off the stove. Now, they've handed the funeral over to us, "clearly the driver of this family.

"But there's no other victims, is there?" I asked to see the employees in this house still gathered and confused about their fate later.

"none. The cook happened to go to the market with the assistant who was in charge of cleaning this house. While the guards were standing guard in front according to the madam's orders this morning. So the madam is only inside alone."

"Oh, like that. Then let's start preparing for the funeral. Do you know what they used to do? Or do we do funerals like locals?" ask for an opinion.

We still think about it. Before the decision was taken, because it concerned the big name Memey and his family who are hereditary citizens. Until a luxury car drove slowly, into the already irregular yard.

"That's who?" I pointed to one of the cars parked in the yard.

"Ronald?" call the driver to look in wonder at the new car.

"Who is he? Is it still family?" my many.

"He's the master's boy, before marrying the mistress. Before the master left his wife, for preferring the pregnant mistress Memey as their only recognized child."

"Oh, so Memey's had a half-brother before?" I was still watching the man who had just come down.

"Yes, and Ronald chose to stay with his mother, until he could boast successfully as an attempt to take revenge on his father who had abandoned them."

"What's the purpose here? What does he want to do after his father's gone?" I was still staring at him who was walking here.

"May he help his father's funeral. I know him, and I know he's a good boy. But circumstances urged him to stay away from his father."

Slowly, the man who might be a little above me, got closer to us. While occasionally fixing his suit to always look neat.

" Good morning, Mr. Ronald! " welcome the driver to shake hands with Ronald, who was standing before him.

" Morning, Sir. Please don't call me master again. Call it like when you were a kid. Ronald. That's all without any frills! " he said in a soft tone, unlike the story of Memey who is rude and likes to shout if he calls someone, according to the chauffeur while in the hospital waiting for Memey's father this morning.

" Thank you for trying to take care of Dad. Never regret, when you haven't managed to straighten out your father before the death to pick him up," Ronald said as if he could read what his father's driver felt.

"We'd better take care of the funeral now" I suggested as the stench grew more stinging.

"Yes, you're right. Let's get things done, right away," asked the driver to take off the arms of a man who might already be like his own son.

Together we completed the burial of the three bodies that had been cleaned. Ronald, who was more familiar with his family customs during the funeral, immediately guided his father's men to help him. Until the event put the body into the burrow arrived.....

"Iihh......, how could the hole not fit the box?" ask one of the housekeepers at the funeral with the other employees, including people who work at the company of Memey's father who almost went bankrupt as well.

"Yes, it's been dug three times wider, but when it's inserted again why is it less long continue?" whispered the other housekeeper.

Everyone kept trying to get the coffin into it. But still don't want to go in either. Finally it was decided to remove his body from the chest, and put it directly into the hole even though his body was slightly bent.

It was forced to do so, after Ronald had pityed seeing the grave diggers repeatedly expanding the hole.

But for Azril's funeral, I propose that it be buried according to the religious law he believes. And everything goes like a funeral in general. Unlike the tomb of a husband and wife of a devil worshiper, which is not accepted.

When all was done, I went straight home. Remembering Azzam's brother who was alone. Because there has been no news from him that Umi has come.

"Sorry, Miss Aish. Can I take the lady home?" bargain friendly Ronald.

"thank you. But I can just take a taxi, or ojek from the app," I refused subtly.

"Miss, you better accept Ronald's offer. He's a good man. I guarantee that. Think of it as a thank you to him, because Miss has helped the funeral of his family, until this afternoon," said the driver supporting his master's will while smiling kindly.

" But I...., "I haven't had time to finish my words, Ronald immediately pulled my hand slowly, heading to his luxury car parked on the edge of the cemetery.

" Sir, please take care of all your employees. Later report to me how much severance money they should have received," Ronald said to the personal assistant who had come with him.

"Why don't you take care of everything?" many of me still follow his steps that pull this hand.

"What's the point of a personal assistant, if I have to take care of it myself," he replied briefly still proceeding.

Arriving next to the luxury car, Ronald immediately opened the door for me. Opening his left palm, as a sign of letting me go inside.

" Thank you, "I answered briefly, without saying anything else.

And the car started to run to the hospital, where Azzam was treated earlier.

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**ILLUSTRATION

Ronald**