The Heart Of The Wife On Honey

Chapter 21 The Pain

I am still reluctant to leave the tomb of Uncle Hadi who has been buried for a few minutes.

Just yesterday it was like I was still chatting at length and now Uncle Hadi is gone.

I stared at the gravestone that carved the name of Uncle Hadi there. Even I can still hear the little stuffing of Vienna that is still crumbling.

Now my fate is the same as Vienna, same as kara.

"You have no pity for this old uncle. I don't know how much longer my uncle's in this world. Come on ...,"

"You deserve everything, uncle is sure this lestaurant will grow in your hands,"

"Let's be proud of you, too,"

"Study, Son. Vienna will help you. Uncle is old can not if you have to go back to Bogor and here to check everything."

"It's your job now, don't refuse anymore. It's time to hold it all!"

I heard it again when I remembered Uncle Hadi's words one week ago. I really did not expect that Uncle Hadi's words were his last. If I had known Uncle Hadi was leaving I would have done a lot for him.

Why do all the people I love leave me. My fate is like this, should feel sick and hurt.

If only that time I did not refuse to pin uncle Hadi enough to rest. It's all my fault, who doesn't understand.

Is Uncle Hadi disappointed in me because I refused until uncle Hadi was reluctant to talk to me in the last remaining breath.

Nah! this is wrong Vandu. If only he had not blocked me I would have quickly been able to meet Uncle Hadi even if only briefly. But I'm late and can't turn back time. If I could, I would still be able to chat and joke with uncle Hadi to spend time in the abi room just to treat the longing.

"Darling, eat first. You haven't eaten yet, "

"No, Asthma isn't hungry yet, "

"Don't do this, auntie knows you're sad. But, you don't torture yourself, aunty sure Uncle Hadi definitely doesn't like it!"

"Auntie hiks. If .... if only Asma did not charge uncle Hadi would have the health of uncle Hadi did not decline, "

I cried in the arms of Aunt Aisyah spilling all the sadness I felt. I feel so guilty, especially Viennese. He must hate me.

"Have not wept, nor do you blame yourself. This is all fate, did Asma forget the same words that you once said? "

"No leaf falls on the ground except all by the will of God. Even with death, everything is in the line of fate. Young or old, they are all the same. Both will return to the Creator,"

"Well, Asthma remember. So yes, don't cry anymore. And auntie's sure Vienna won't blame you either, "

"Bi, "

"Have we eaten, or do you want aunty to bribe? "

I smiled faintly with aunt's temptation to make me think of you. Slowly I swallowed every mouthful I entered into my mouth. It felt so bland, but I tried to keep swallowing it. I don't want to make my aunt sad about my situation.

I must be strong, not weak. It is not only I who am sad but Vienna is much sadder than I am. Even Vienna needs someone to entertain or just accompany it.

I feel guilty because I am so late in grief. If I am sad then there are still aunts and uncles who accompany me and encourage me. But who would accompany Vienna at a time like this. He must be very sad and I must accompany him.

"Auntie, can Asma go to Vienna's house. Is he sad and in need of a friend? "

"But you're still limp, son."

"Asma's okay, I'm afraid Vienna feels alone? "

"Yes, aunt interra. Aunty does not want the incident to happen again? "

My meeting with Mas Vandu at that time made me reluctant to meet him.

Whether I am stupid or unaware of the attitude and nature of Vandu.

I just found out that mas Vandu is so forced and childish. She never felt guilty or sad about what she did to me and it made me sick and really disappointed in her.

I no longer know who Mas Vandu was. I only know one mas Vandu. Mas Vandu who is meek, loving and loving. Always be firm and authoritative in addressing anything.

I feel that Vandu has gone and died, now there is only a forced and obsessed mas Vandu. The way he talks and acts is very different from what Mas Vandu was.

I breathed a sigh of relief because along the road the car I was riding in was not stopped anymore. At first I was still afraid if something happened on the road, whether since when I was afraid to meet mas Vandu. Either because you still feel afraid or afraid of other things that make mas Vandu desperate to ask me back.

"It's here, son."

My daydream was broken when Aunt Aisyah held my shoulder. Makes me smile clumsily.

Aisyah's aunt and I were greeted by a servant at Hadi's uncle's residence. I don't know when the last time I visited here was. It was a long time ago and I don't remember it too much. I was obviously in vocational high school at the time.

"Non Vienna from yesterday did not come out the non room, did not even eat at all?"

My heart was pinched hearing the butler's words at Uncle Hadi's house. I asked the butler to prepare the food, I finished going straight to the Vienna room on the top floor. Aisyah's aunt chose not to come.

Slowly I entered, the first time I saw only darkness. I remember where the sacred lights were.

Ccr...

Slowly the Vienna room became bright. I saw Vienna curled up in bed with her whole body covered in a blanket.

"Win, it's me ...,"

"The word of the butler from yesterday you haven't eaten. Eat first yes, you will get sick."

"Let's wake up, I know you're sad I'm the same. But, uncle Hadi definitely does not want to see you like this? "

"Win? "

"Per. go,"

My heart slipped hearing the sound of the Vienna beak with a stifled sob. A drop of clear liquid came out soaking my cheek.

I understand what Vienna feels because I was in a position like this and it hurts a lot.

True said aunt Aisyah I must not be sad I must be strong in order to accompany Vienna at a time like this.

"If you don't eat, I won't force you. But I won't eat like you either. I will sleep with you too. So if you're sick I'm ju .., "

"Don't!"

"You're nothing, you used to have a history of acute stomach acid. I don't want to die with you ..., "

I chuckled at having managed to make Vienna wake up. That's the most terrifying weapon in Vienna. Because besides Amira who knows my illness Vienna is also the same. Maybe Vienna was still afraid that the incident used to happen to me, when Amira was sad at deciding her boyfriend and did not want to eat and we were also like that until I was rushed to the hospital.

Me, Vienna and Amira are not just friends or friends. But we are like brothers.

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