
Upon arriving at his residence, before getting out of the car, Azzura just opened his voice.
"Come .. Come with me. You'd better clean your body first" Zu said with a flat face without looking at her husband. "Sorry, we have to act in front of momy" he continued.
"Nr. .. ak ..."
"I beg .. Do as I say. At the moment I don't want to argue," Zu concluded and opened the car door.
Close only bowed lethargicly, even his wife's tone was as cold as his current attitude.
He opened the car door and followed his wife.
"Come, come with me to the room," Zu took a quick step up the stairs to his room followed by Close.
Mr. Kheil, momy, Gisel and Nanda only noticed the two.
While Mr. Prasetya and his family have gone home first, and will return again ba'da isya to follow the tahlilan.
"Close, here's the towel. You go first, I'll prepare clothes for you. I think my late father's shirt suits you" Zu said.
After that, he left his room and went back to the first floor where his parents' room was.
Shortly after being in the room, Azzura went straight to the bathroom to rid himself of the remnants of the soil that was stuck on his body.
Under the warm water, he again sobbed in memory of his mother. But on the other hand, he also could not do much but had to resign, sincerely and rigidly let go of the mother rather than having to constantly endure pain.
A few minutes later ...
She changed her clothes and chose one of her late father's clothes for her husband.
Shortly after being in his room, he ventured to Close who was only wearing a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Close, this .. wear the clothes of my late father. Sorry..this is just a simple outfit. Wear this scabbard because we will know ba'da isya," said Zu, looking down.
"I can't wear a sarong. How," complained Close while wearing the shirt and shorts of the late Azzura's father.
Azzura only sighed, although not willing to help him but he had to do it too.
"Zu .." sizzled Close while holding the sheath that was now in his body.
"Close," Zu pinta in a flat tone and Close just according.
After that Azzura slowly made the scabbard neatly wrapped around her waist. As if he did not want to waste the opportunity, Close continued to look at his wife's face fixedly.
He wanted to hug her but he was also afraid that his wife would rebel and go on a rampage.
"Here ... let's go down to see momy, daddy, Gisel and Nanda," Zu asks and leaves.
Again Close can only look at the back of his wife who has now disappeared behind the bedroom door.
A second later he followed.
Now they are in the living room and seem to be sitting on a carpet that stretches.
"Nak ... soon hotel employees will deliver rice boxes for tahlilan," said daddy opened his voice.
"Thank you, Dad. Sorry to bother Daddy," said Zu.
"It's okay, son. That's all daddy can do for you" said Mr. Kheil.
Azzura glanced at momy Lio. "Mom should Momy just rest in the room," Zu suggested then glanced at Nanda. "Manda, please make momy some hot tea for Daddy, Gisel and Close."
Nanda just nodded then moved from the carpet and headed for the kitchen.
"Mom, let me take Mommy to mom's room. Momy just rest there," said Zu then took her in-laws to move and then took her into the room of her late mother.
After the death of Azzura and Momy Lio, Close examined the room without anything he missed, until his eyes were directed to a picture of the frame neatly lined up on the wall of the living room.
"It turns out he's a member of the TNI AL," hiss Close at once only found out if his late father-in-law was also a general.
"What is Azzura really related to this middle-aged man?" Close was still curious. Moreover, the photo shows Azzura who appears to hug Mr. Prasetya while smiling.
While in the room, Azzura is seen in a clover by momy Lio.
"Darling, momy was sad. Forgive momy," said momy, stroking her daughter-in-law's arm.
"It's okay, Mom. It's all fate" said Zu, and now it looks more robust.
Not long after that, the azan magrib sounded. Azzura finally returned to his room to perform the magrib prayer.
After he finished praying, he prayed again for his mother and father.
A few hours later ba'da isya ...
His house was returned to a close neighbor to follow the tahlilan. Condolences and prayers continued to flow for his late mother.
Prasetya, Yoga and Farhan and Fahira's mother are among those who will pray for her mother.
"Zu," said Prasetya
"Uncle," he said.
"Are you okay" he asked.
"God willing .. I'm fine" he replied.
"After your feelings have calmed down a lot, we have to talk" Prasetya said and stroked his head.
"Yes Uncle" replied Zu. "Come .. tahlilannya already want to start. We should also be prepared," asked Prasetya.
Both of them joined and began to follow the idea until it was finished. Once the tahlilan is complete, Azzura assisted by Nanda, Gisel and mother Fahira distribute rice boxes.
"Zu, we're saying yes too" said Yoga and Farhan. "If you need help, don't talk to us directly" continued Yoga again.
Azzura just nodded with a thin smile.
"Zu, mother and uncle are also saying goodbye. The patient, son," whispered mother and hugged her.
"Thank you Mother" he said.
One by one his neighbors began to leave the house until the only remaining Azzura, Nanda his two-in-law, Gisel and Close.
"Dad, Gisel, Mom, you better go home. Cassian Momy," Zu said.
"Are you okay if we leave you here?" ask Mr. Kheil.
"Not to worry, Dad. I'm fine," Zu said with a faint smile.
Momy Lio initially refused and did not have the heart to leave her son-in-law, but after being persuaded finally momy Lio could only resign.
Then Nanda and in the end all that was left in the house was Close and Azzura.
A few minutes after their departure, Azzura closed the door and sat on the carpet with a blank look.
Neither Azzura nor Close opened their voices but both were silent. If Azzura looks mediocre, it's the opposite with Close.
He looked awkward and didn't know what to do. Wanting to rebuke his wife, he did not dare. Finally he came to the window and stood by it.
The rain that had once subsided now fell more and more rapidly. Instantly making a feeling Close suddenly felt a sense of sadness.
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