The Fate that is Overlooked

8

And sure enough, when the yasin tahlil event was about to start, Mom had not yet shown herself at home. So it's true what Nur said earlier.

I sat in the corner of the family room, drifting in yasin reading that sounded soul-soothing. When was the last time I read the Quran? I have been too busy with the affairs and activities of the world, without ever remembering the afterlife.

And frankly, a little bit of what I've been going through lately is troubling my heart. Especially about everyone who lives will die and no one will ever know that death will pick us up when, like Mas Reno, ready not to be left behind and who leave, he said, God doesn't want to know that.

And I started to have to get up. I can't keep going like this, slumped down on my own while the people around me, especially Mother, can with great soul be able to crush father.

Moreover, Mas Ren who only stopped for no more than 3 years in my life, I hope to easily leave memories with him little by little, instead of leaving, rather storing well in memory. Even if he knows, he will never leave my story.

Yes, funny indeed, I used to bear Miss Reno, now her widow Reno. Aahh has destiny for me.

The touch on my shoulder awakened the mind that had been wandering around, I should have listened, recited yasin to Mas Ren. Unfortunately, my mind cannot focus.

It turned out that the reading of the letter was finished, changed by the extension of the plate from my mother's hand, for me.

"Had eaten the same, Ma'am Nur ma" Bisiku.

"When?" Mama scrunched her forehead.

"So, I was like my stomach mules" I avoided my mom by pretending to want to go back.

I slightly bowed my body, an excuse sign passed the people who were sitting enjoying the food that mama prepared with Mbak Nur and some of my close relatives this afternoon.

And I can breathe a sigh of relief after getting inside the room. Enter the bathroom and start sitting in the closet. Just sit and do nothing!

Until the sound of knocking was heard, I was sure that my mother suckled me. Sometimes too much, mama!

"Ajeng, boys.. Are you inside?" And my guess is wrong. It wasn't my mom who followed me. But Mother.

"Ah.ya ma'am is done this, I press the flash button to impress I really do activities in the bathroom besides dumbfounded of course!!

" Mom just came?" I pretended to ask, as if I didn't know what my family was planning behind my back.

"You sick?" Mom switched the conversation. "Sit here try" directed me to sit in a dressing chair.

"No ma'am, just mules, it was eating too much together Ma'am Nur" I lie while walking up to him.

"You think you're okay, you have something you want to say." Mom started sitting on my bed next to the dresser. "Barata is getting married in 3 months, after Reno in 100 days, what do you think? it turns out that the boy secretly has a girlfriend!" looks like happiness on my mom's face.

"Alhamdulillah, may the show be launched, given convenience until the day of its implementation." I said with a sincere smile. "So you went to the girl's parents' house?" I started asking questions that seemed unnecessary. Too forced!

"Iya Jeng, and Barata went straight to the union. It was on the same phone that the commander said there would be training or if I wasn't listening"

"In fact, I am still a gamang, on the one hand the mother is sad to have lost the mother's child, on the other hand the mother is very happy finally Barata decided to get married, even though the mother herself was a little surprised, even though she was a little surprised, because it is as old as mother she is not being close to any woman after the incident used to be. I'm afraid she's traumatized by her past stories, but thank God it's just my mom's fear."

I immediately scrunched up "Barata? past trauma?" My reflex asked what I shouldn't know. I don't know, sometimes the mouth can't go hand in hand.

"Yes, before entering Bintara, precisely was registering for TNI AD entrance selection, there he met a girl, who both registered as well, applying to become KOWAD. Every time he came home from Watu gong he was always enthusiastic about telling all his activities, not except the girl."

I fell silent, my chest rumbled to hear Mom's story. I try to stay focused and listen carefully.

"The girl who he said was very sweet, kind and encouraging was his first love. You can see from the look in his eyes that always sparkle when telling the figure of the girl. Barata told me everything about her sweet meeting, the day she spent with him, until the moment the woman died and could not follow the selection to the next stage he told Mother, and the girl was also the whip of his spirit to fight hard to achieve his goals. And all went well until one day he lost contact with the girl, fortunately he had finished his education. Stay placement and retrieval Department."

I still hear Mom telling me with her chest rumbling. I think I know the girl you told me about. However, I did not dare to guess that fast.

"Until suddenly he came one day to my mother with his heart-wrenching cry. It was exactly the day before Reno and you got married. She cried roaring in front of mother, squirming in front of Mother. The confused mother could only calm her down, and she simply said, My love will get married after all my struggles all this time for her. And from that moment on he completely shut himself off, away from the women. Until Dad and mom made a bet on him with our friends' kids, but for a million reasons he always refused"

Mom breathed out violently.

"Then, when she said she was going to marry a woman, she was very happy, so far that I was afraid it would not happen" Mother held my hand tightly, I don't know I was like a fool, I don't know,

"Do you know her name?" Ask me carefully

"She never mentioned her real name, she always called the girl by her unfortunately S... "

"Yes pardon turned out to be in the grass here yes"

Mama just suddenly came, cut off my and Mom's conversation just like that.

"I think you fainted Jeng, from earlier did not come out so mama nyusulin to here, it was again cool ngumpi both ngajak-ngajak nih"

Mom walked to the bed, sat down with me and Mom.

"What is serious talking about?"

"About Barata Mam" Mother replied with a smile.

"So? When?" Mom enthusiastically asked.

"3 months away" I'm no less enthusiastic about the answer.

Akh, is there something strange and wrong not to sii? when I was hurt like this, why did they even discuss marriage. Am I too baper and the luckiest in the world? I don't know.

God, strengthen me💔