The Fate that is Overlooked
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The clock shows at 19:15 right when the tahlil yasin event starts. Ajeng who was sitting flanked by his in-laws and mother on his right-hand side looked so fragile. He had just been silent, but it was his silence that made those around him afraid.
The sound of a yasin letter rang out in his ear, he was just silent. Listening occasionally opens a small quran that he holds, to follow the reading that has changed the sheet.
A white hijab that matches the color of his robe is draped on his head, covering some of his shoulder-length black hair that was tied up originally. My eyes focus on seeing the hijaiyah letter strung into a reading that can calm down.
Until an hour passed, yasin tahlil reading ended, followed by a thank you by Ajeng's father as a representative of the family for the presence and availability of neighbors and relatives who had read yasin tahlil to Reno. And ask the activity to be done for 7 days in a row.
Close relatives still come, some even from outside the city. Ajeng could only smile when they all gave her spirit. For him this was too short, too strange and he seemed unable to believe it.
Until suddenly his mother-in-law came with someone he had been avoiding the most.
"Jeng, Barata" his mother whispered in his ear.
And, there was nothing to do but just look flat at Barata. Reno's sister, his sister-in-law.
"Be patient and stoic" Barata said as he stroked his left shoulder.
There was no response from Ajeng. Until mama Ajeng finally invited him to rest, enter his room.
"Rest is dear"
Setiba in his mother's room sat next to his bed.
"Mas Reno why go ninggalin Ajeng himself ma? " he said with his eyes that can not be separated figura wedding photo. Picked her up from the nightstand next to the bed and hugged her tightly right in her chest.
While the mother who is not able to answer just embraced and embraced Ajeng.
Sounds heartbreaking, though,
"Cry, take everything out so you feel calm" mom hugged him tightly while rubbing his back.
"You know Ajeng? Sometimes there are questions that do not need answers, trust everything to the giver of life. While we are only required to continue to run everything that has been outlined. It's destiny. Our destiny will never be passed by us, while what is not for us, will never pass us. Suffice God as the best giver of destiny."
The sound of Ajeng's cries began to stop, his breathing that had been hunting had begun to be regular. Enough to calm the mother.
Mama took off her arms, gently wiped her tears, and confirmed some of the children's hair that covered her forehead.
"Now rest, tomorrow we're going to eat your husband, sow flowers, how?" Mama began to persuade Ajeng.
Without having to argue, Ajeng finally nodded his head. Lay himself down and raise the blanket to the limit of the chin.
"If possible, Ajeng wants mama nemenin Ajeng to sleep here huh?" He looked at his mother's face.
"Yes dear, may.Mama sleep here with you" he replied while pecking at the forehead of his favorite child.
It didn't take long, but eventually he fell asleep. Holy Mama came out of Ajeng's room. Towards her husband, Mr. Grace, to tell her son's wishes to her husband.
"Here, the cry goes straight to sleep. Perhaps she was tired" Holy Mama sat beside her husband. "Ajeng wants mama here sir, do you allow it?" Holy Mother asked permission.
"Of course you can" he answered with a smile. " Rena really needs our support, she's so fragile" he added.
"For a while mbak and mas stay here, let Ajeng have his friend. He still needs adaptation, maybe also still shock him" Sukma's mother gave advice.
"Kalo mama here just don't papa stuff 2 days, tomorrow you let the headmaster mother. But you have to go home, Ningrum, do you want to go home?" Mr. Grace asked Ningrum, his youngest daughter.
"Back home, tomorrow Ningrum there is a morning lecture, home college drop by the house of Mbak Ajeng again" Ningrum replied.
Mama Suci and Pak Rahmat are teachers. The Holy Mother is still in service and teaches at Kindergarten while Mr. Rahmat, 2 years ago has retired after previously teaching at a state primary in his city.
"Then Let Mas Rahmat among Mr. Anto alone yes" Mother gave advice.
"I brought a bu besan car" Mr. Grace joking. "Let Ningrum later bring, I'm the passenger ya deck?" Her impression while looking at Ningrum asked for approval.
While Ningrum only showed his thumb sign of agreement, while his eyes could not be separated from his smartphone.
"Alright then you go home first yes" Mr. stood up and said goodbye to everyone who was in the family room and regretted it.
Mom and Dad walked to the yard. While Ningrum had already walked first in front of them.
"Openi your son slick, Mr. Ra can ndeleng anake dawe kaya ngono, doraka. Aja kelalen kon aja late maem, mama ra need to think Father, I can take care of you girl, ana Ningrum neng umah. Ngesuk mr. Karo Ningrum ngeneh yes" (Regulate your son well, you can not see our child like that, pity it. Do not forget to eat late, mama ra need to think about Baapak, you can take care of yourself, there is Ningrum at home. Tomorrow the same father Ningrum here yes).
"Please sir, Mr. Atos nggih" (Yes sir, be careful sir).
Ningrum came by driving his family's black innova car. Stop right in front of Mr. Grace standing. Mom greets you before you get in the car. Waving his hands after the car started to run.
"Be careful Rum bring his car" Mother yelled a little and only replied with a horn sound from Ningrum.
While in the living room the Reno family still gathered, talking about the Reno company in the future.
Ajeng who was supposed to continue her husband's business, but it seems like it will not be possible. That's beyond his ability.
And to be handed over to Barata whose incident was notabennya Adik Reno was unlikely, Barata is a member of the TNI AD. Jebolan Bintara in 2010 is now carrying the rank of Chief Sergeant. This Chief Sergeant or Serka is the third rank of commander in the military in Indonesia, one level below Sergeant Major, and one level above Sergeant One.
And he served as a presidential guard or paspampres, who served in physically escorting the president and vice president directly up close at all times and wherever he was.
Not only the president and vice-president but also to the guest of state at the level of the head of state or government and his family. Both in the presidential palace and outside the presidential palace.
Having a career and good with three ranks embedded in his left shoulder is not comparable to his love story, until he will turn 30 years old he is still trapped in the love story of his past. The poor barata.
Because it is not possible to continue his efforts that are constrained by distance and time then, the last option is now Mas Bayu. Mas Bayu is the husband of Mbak Runti, Reno's older sister. He was the only person who could be trusted to take care of the effort Reno had built so hard. Of course, it will be discussed again later after Ajeng's condition improves. Ajeng deserves to know.
