The Her Wedding Dress

CH10 - Cemetery

The departure of Bu Sri is not only accompanied by

the family of Mr. Adi and Mr. Adrian. Almost all the neighbors are in his house

working together to help the funeral procession of Bu Sri. Bu Sri is buried in

a cemetery far from his home. The kindness of Bu Sri did make

many people in the village felt lost. There even seem to be some children

the street that is often given cake by Bu Sri comes to the cemetery to take off

the departure of the kind woman.

About 25 minutes the mourners walked

Bu Sri to his final resting place. Mr. Adi, Mr. Adrian and Akbar come along

help to carry the keranda Bu Sri. Malik walked behind him

accompanied by Indira and Bu Mega.

Indira has no intention of letting go

his grip from Malik's hand. Although she was also sad but Indira realized,

it is now Malik who is the most lost, the most injured and the most in need

encouragement of strength from others.

Since the doctor informed the death of Ms. Sri,

not a word came out of Malik's lips. He's more frequent

daydreaming, and occasionally shedding tears which he soon removed.

During the funeral, Malik just looked

his mother left with a blank look. His mind ran here and there.

Thinking about memories with his mother. About how his fate after

these. How bad his attitude was when he was a child.

Malik saw how his mother's body was during the

it always holds it slowly covered by the ground. There is no more water

eyes that come out. It was as if all the tears she had had receded. Him

seeing people start sprinkling flowers on his mother's belly button. He doesn't know

anyone who helped with his mother's funeral. Everything's dark, Malik's eyes

it was covered with a black shadow. Only Indira's face was known to him. Girl

who is always beside him.

Some mourners are seen starting to leave

cemetery location. But Malik still stood in his position, as if

digesting what is going on. Several times his shoulder was patted by mourners

as a sign of condolence, but Malik still did not give a reaction.

Bu Mega began to worry about Malik's condition. Ever since

His mother went into the hospital, Malik had not rested, slept and also ate.

“Malik, we go home yes son. At your house for sure

many guests who want to visit, you also started yesterday have not eaten.” Nonexistent

the answer from Malik's lips, his eyes stared pushyly at the tombstone that read

mother's name.

“Ma, mom papa and papi just go home first. Let

Akbar nemenin Malik with Indira here first.”

“Akbar, papa tipped them yes son. Our indi

go home first yes, you are stoic yes dear” Pinta Pak Adrian while wiping

slow down his daughter's head. Indira nodded slowly while holding back the tears that began to pool.

Bu Mega, Mr. Adrian and Mr. Adi passed

leaving her children in the tomb. They know how to beat kids

it was when they lost their beloved mother.

Malik started sitting next to the last house

her mother's. Over and over again his eyes read the name written as if they did not believe it.

His left hand began to hold the tombstone, while his right hand remained

held by Indi. Akbar sat in front of him while watching

malik's Behavior.

A few moments of silence between

them. Only the sound of sobs Indira's cry is always heard. As if

regaining consciousness, Malik began to turn his head towards Indira. He stared a long time ago

Malik hopes that Indira will soon wake him from this nightmare.

“Ndi.. This is mom??” Indira fell silent and bowed

her head, tears flowed back on her beautiful face. Feeling not getting

answer, Malik moved to see Akbar.

“Bar.. Is this really Mom here? My mother??”

with one nod of the head, the answer from Akbar was like breaking Malik's heart.

Her tears immediately broke. His breath began to sting, like something

choking his respiratory tract. The sound of Malik's crying began to sound.

Indira immediately let go of Malik's hand and changed her embrace. Indira hugged

Malik tightly, until his tears soaked Malik's shoulders. The quiet man who was always ignorant to him is now in his arms.crying tears.without even looking at everyone must know how devastated Malik is today.

“indii. why so much ndii...

ibuk go ndiii.” Malik's hoarse voice began to be heard calling his mother

many times, her cries broke.. No answer came out of my lips

Indira. He just nodded and patted Malik's back softly.

Akbar began to shed his tears.

Seeing her best friend cry like that made her heart slit. Envisages

how heartbroken Malik when it must be left gone mother for ever.

Akbarpun also felt devastated by the departure of Bu Sri. Not long ago Akbar

felt the warmth of a mother, but now she had to lose again.

For Akbar Bu Sri is much more valuable than his biological mother.

Akbar stood up and approached his best friend. It

trying to let go of Indira and Malik's embrace. Akbar tried to wake up

Malik, that what happened should have been like this. Slowly Malik

let go of his embrace, and started staring at Akbar. His eyes were closed by

tear puddles.

“Bar, I miss ibuk.” Malik's cry came back

it broke when he started talking. It was Akbar's turn to hug Malik. Akbar held water

his eyes were not to make others sadder.

“Iya. I-i know. I miss Ibuk too.

But we must be strong lik. I'd be sad to see us like this. Motherfuck

gabakalan calm if you are the same Indi nangis continue to be rich in gini. Not the mother

want lik. It's destiny.. Now we go home first yes.” Akbar started to slowly lift the body

Malik, and embrace that weak body.

Indi again held Malik's hand. Leads

Malik to leave the cemetery immediately. Despite feeling so lost,

they still need to strengthen each other. On the way home there was no sound and

tears. Just be quiet and busy with each other's thoughts.

“buk, Ibuk is calm there ya buk. Neng promise

will often jengukin ibuk. Neng love Ibuk” Indira

“Bus is Akbar's mother. My mom is a substitute

Mommy, even better than Mommy. Akbar will take care of Malik and Indira buk.

I'm happy there ya buk.” Akbar

“maafin Malik buk's.. Malik can't be a child yet

good for Mom. Malik still often bothers the mother, making the mother cry. Even

Malik gatau if it turns out I'm sick. Better Malik ga school, then,

replace working mother. So I'm not like this buk.. Sorry Malik.. Malik promise

I will make you proud. Malik gamau nusahin mom, papa sama papi. Malik would

always take Mom's messages. Pray for me Mom is an angel.

Malik.. I hope you can meet my dad there. May you be happy..”.

The departure of Bu Sri made the three teenagers collapse

as if losing his grip. There will be no more anger because of Bu Sri

their quarrel, there will be no more eggplant balado and chocolate bananas, no

there was another warm smile waiting for them after school. All

just be a memory~