Thank You for True Love

88 GRIEF AND SORROW

Adit returned to Dinda's treatment room with a grieving face. Raut sadness because of some of the events he experienced, was caught clearly by the vision of his parents.

"Have you seen Sinta, Dit?" Ask Papa Satrio who sits beside his daughter-in-law's bed, with Mama Indri.

Adit nodded as he continued his steps to the bedside of his wife who still had not opened her eyes.

He bowed until his face touched Dinda's cheek. His voice, whispering in the wife's ear.

"Wake up, baby. No one else will hurt you. He's gone, gone far to a better and calmer place for her..."

His parents faintly heard Adit's words on the other side startled and looked at Adit full of curiosity.

"What..?? What do you mean, Dit? What is Sinta, she......?"

Mama Indri did not continue her question when she saw the answer from Adit who nodded his head again.

"Love is gone. He's dead, just now..."

My mother looked surprised and still could not believe it. He still vividly remembered the slap he had slapped on Sinta's cheek a while ago, unable to contain the emotion of seeing Sinta before him without showing any guilt.

"Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji..."

Papa did not show excessive reaction because he had previously known the condition of Sinta from the police who were still on guard outside earlier.

He immediately contacted several people to help take care of the return of Sinta's body to his parents' house.

"What about his family, Pa? Did Papa call him?" Ask mama.

"The police have contacted them. I've also asked some people to help prepare everything at Sinta's parents' house." Answer papa.

"Are you going to his house?" Ask papa while looking at Adit who is already sitting beside Dinda's bed.

Adit stared at his wife's face. Hoping at the same time he would see those two eyes open and return his gaze. But his wish has not yet been fulfilled.

"I can't leave Dinda and Love here..."

Papa nodded, understanding Adit's situation. So did mama, after being able to control herself he approached Adit and patted the shoulder of his son only wayang.

"Such as anything happens. Do not be confused with disappointment and hurt. God has arranged everything."

Adit breathed a heavy sigh. Every time he saw Dinda's calmly asleep face, his chest felt tight and it was hard to breathe. Wanting to replace his wife, so that he could feel the pain.

"God willing I am sincere, Ma. I have also forgiven Sinta, even I also apologized to her...." Adit said slowly.

"Only am I still sad and empty because of my wife's condition which is still like this. No change yet, yet want to get up and get back with me and our little daughter...."

Clear details seemed to hang in the corner of his eyes, then flowed slowly wetting both his cheeks.

"Don't give up hope. Keep praying and asking for a miracle from God, so that your wife will come back with us here soon. Nothing is impossible if we are firm in our convictions." Papa gave his encouragement and encouragement for the last time.

"Mom and Dad are going home now. We'll be ready to go to Sinta's parents' house. Later in the afternoon, Mr. Jo will bring Dinda's parents here to accompany you."

"Yes, Pa. Please convey my condolences to his family." Adit said to his father.

"Dear, don't torture me like this. Don't just shut up like this. Don't you want to talk to me again? Don't you want to be with me anymore? Are you mad at me, because I hid Sinta from you, so you became like this?"

Adit kissed his wife's forehead repeatedly.

"I'm sorry, if you're mad at me for that. I did not intentionally tell you because I did not want to make you afraid and feel uneasy, let alone you were pregnant with our child yesterday. I don't want your mind to be burdened if you find out about Sinta's escape..."

"I beg you, I'm sorry. Get up and forgive me. If you need to punish me if it can make you satisfied and breathe freely. As long as you wake up and come back with me again, I'll do whatever you want, baby. Wake up..."

After being content to kiss his wife, Adit laid his head on the bed beside Dinda's body. He brought his wife's right hand over his head, as if he wanted to be spoiled by his wife like they used to be.

His eyes closed, recalling all his memories with Dinda all this time. He floated his memory, recalling one by one the happiness of his days with Dinda. The first time they met, when he first drove Dinda home, and the first time they dated was in the city park.

All those memories kept spinning in his mind, constantly rolling up to their wedding day, their honeymoon, and the, until the moment where they learned of Dinda's second pregnancy which was very surprising and happy for her and also her beloved wife.

Adit smiled and began to fall asleep along with the emergence of memories of his romantic moments with Dinda. She longs for Dinda's indulgence and their affection when they combine the love of both. His smile grew wider, as a beautiful dream he experienced in his eight sleeps.

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Elsewhere in a house inside a suburban village, an ambulance was parked in his yard. Some people helped the driver and employees who delivered the return of Sinta's body accompanied by representatives of his family and some police personnel.

Seen in front of the main door, Sinta's parents welcomed Sinta's body which was brought into the house to be sholated first by his family and some mourners who came, who came, before being buried in a public cemetery not far from his home.

There were already Papa Satrio and Mama Indri there, along with some of their neighbors, who were also old neighbors of the Sinta family while still living in the city, before the tragic events of the past that befell Sinta happened first.

Inside the house, a seven-year-old boy wept at the arrival of Sinta's body. The boy was the son of Sinta, the result of rape and abuse committed by his girlfriend.

Although his existence was never considered by Sinta and Sinta never took care of him, but it is clear that the little boy loved Sinta very much and felt lost for Sinta's death.

There are not many family rituals that are performed, only the corpse prayer. After that, after Ashar Sinta's body was taken to the local cemetery and immediately buried, accompanied by the sobs of his parents, his older sister who was accompanied by his husband, and Sinta's son.

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