Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

332. Grief News

Today I really rested, the home affairs and the children of Mbak Sari who helped, Madam Sus after making breakfast went to the hospital. I hope Madam Sus can persuade mom to eat and be with her.

My body felt limp from last night, less eating and also rest lucky because and Azka not fussy today.

...***...

Three days I was home, I really used to rest well. It was thought by me to visit my mother in the hospital, but of course Arga would be angry if I didn't comply with her. Can only ask Mbak Nira about the state of mama there.

Thankful that you want to be with Sister Sus. It was very helpful with some of the people around me. Arga was also very attentive, what I wanted him to buy me to eat, but yes, just in the mouth or one or two mouthfuls then out again.

"Mom! Mama!" The sound of Mbak Sari's cry was heard outside while banging on the door of the room. I was asleep until I woke up to the sound of the call.

"Mom!" shouted again. I lazily got up from my fall, got a little dizzy with this head and I also felt a fever from the morning.

"What's up, Ma'am?" I asked Mba Sari. My eyes were so thick that I had to squint to see them clearly. Sari's mother stood with Azka in front, asleep.

"Anu, there's a phone, didn't you pick up?" sari asked, her face looked confused and not as usual.

"I've been sleeping, don't hold hp. What's up, huh?" I asked, holding tightly to the door handle because this body began to weigh.

"That's ... Madam, Grandma Gara is gone" said the young girl.

I was surprised and round my eyes. "What is true?" my many.

Ma'am Sari nodded. "Yes, Mom. I got a call from Mbak Sus just now, Mr. is also on the way to the hospital," said Mbak Sari.

I painstakingly turned around, grabbing the phone that was on the nightstand. A few calls from Mbak Sus from fifteen minutes ago.

"Astagfirullahaladzim." I held the flat object, opened the message that was there, two messages from Sister Sus that reported if mama had gone home to His lap. My hands immediately shook, it felt like these legs were limp and also became cold so that they sat on the edge of the mattress.

"Mom!" shouted Mbak Sari who now entered half ran into the room.

"Innalilahi wa innailaihi rojiun," I said softly, slightly shaking these lips to say the sentence. It was only right from the morning that I wanted to go to the hospital.

"Mom!"

Sari's mother held onto my body, limp. The tears did not stop coming down even though I tried to hold it. "Mama. Mama ...."

"Istighfar, Mom. Speeding. Istighfar," said the young woman, sounding worried.

"Astaghfirullahaladhim's chat. Mama, Mama. Mama ...."

"It's all fate, ma'am. Let the madam calm down. Istighfar, pray for the best" said Mbak Sari with a soft sob. I had no power to hold back any longer, the weak body and the news of suffering I had heard had rendered me helpless. The last one only heard the voice of Mbak Sari who shouted my name.

...***...

Sister Sus was seen beside me, rubbing the corner of her eye with a tissue.

"Bak Sus, where's Mama?" I looked up, and the middle-aged woman turned her head and looked at me sadly.

"The lady is in the morgue" said the woman softly, sobbing as she could.

I cried, powerless to hold tightness in this chest. Remembering my conversation with Arga last night if mama was looking for me and Arga could only say I had a lot of rest at home.

"Astaghfirullah, Mama ...." It felt so guilty, at the last moment I could not accompany my mother. I was too selfish with myself to ignore and not take good care of my mom.

"Already, Mom. Don't cry that doesn't exist. Do not tell him, it is calm on his side," said Sister Sus. I could only cover my face with both hands, ignoring the aches and pains of the hand I had just realized had been infused.

...***...

Mama's body has been brought home, now many neighbors and also relatives and close family who come to visit. From the moment we got home from the hospital Arga did not say much, just hugged me without a word and seemed to hold back her cries.

The funeral will take place this afternoon, not wanting to hold back what should have been done. The sooner your body is buried the better.

Papa and his brothers are also present here, will come to deliver the departure of the deceased to the final resting place.

"You're home, don't come" said Arga, shaking my head. Do not want to miss the last chance to come to deliver the mother who has gone to her place of celebration.

"You come along" I said in tears, unable to stop since I got out of the hospital. The doctor actually forbade me to go home, but I insisted on coming home when Arga said he would take care of my body at home.

"But it's not good to go to the tomb. At home, huh?" doors again. I was stubborn and shook my head about it.

"I won't go inside, just wait in the car" I said. Arga looked at papa, I was the same, pleading from my gaze and finally papa nodded weakly.

"OK, but promise not to get out of the car, huh?" doors again.

The cars were moving towards the public cemetery, a distance from the house of about an hour. Gara and Azka were deliberately evacuated to the mother's house along with Mbak Sari. He said it was not good for young children and pregnant women to enter the cemetery, but I wanted to come along. Feeling guilty about not being able to meet my mom in the last moment of her life.

Arriving at the funeral, Arga got out of the car and reminded me not to come in, she said she would come back after the funeral was over. Some people in black clothes went in there with a coffin that had been covered with flowers, Arga one of the keranda carriers with papa.

Sister Sus who lives with me in the car rubs my back and relentlessly tells me to continue to be privileged, also in case, according to Arga, said, when anything happens to me like this one afternoon when I hear the news that my mom is gone.

"Already, Mom. Madam was better off by his side. No more pain" said Sus. I nodded even though it was still hard to lose my mother.