The Long Story
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
And it was four o'clock in the afternoon so it had to be buried before we bury the corpse prayer first because I was not strong to stand so I had to sit down to pray while nanggis because of water eyes want to stop.
When the corpse in lift I ngak strong I nanggis because ngak ready just feel separated for good, forever, I mutusin go to his grave father and until father in the tomb it feels half of my life buried only the nanggis nanggis and nanggis is all I can do.
After the ground covered all his, after that in a prayer for the father, and after everyone left I remained here standing still and stripping because now our nature has been different where I no longer find it in the real world only in the subconscious that is in the dream, in the dream, I was an orphan when a child lost his father.
We're standing here reading alphatiah letters to her. When will we visit again no one knows when?, now it is six o'clock we choose to go home, no one knows when,
Goodbye, good - good yes in there, may the worship of the father be received in the side of Allah aamiin.
The night the family fought for the embarrassing treasure not the new child in the kubut they even discussed the treasure no morals.
I've been there seven days after that we left before that grandma ever said before dad left she ever said ,
Amak ngak amak tell enter the house of grandson amak, ngak amak hiraukan, amak cuekin aja my son, ngak amak love to eat the same money 😢😢😢
It's just like the illusion of father only he who saw and others did not see, but it's true all the talk became reality, he said, where we were enemies, all of them we last said was forty days father.
After that break the relationship and never communicate again until the end we succumb to something important that is tell me if I want to get married here we fight the ego and hold the anger for him after three years we asked them to come to my wedding.
We were told to eat but only me and my brother who ate and his great-granddaughter also ate if mom and others chose not to eat because my males only prized aja but ngak you know, after we left, he wanted to tell me if I didn't care the point I told them.
And before that I had my grave father to ask my permission to go with my brother and sister, my brother, drizzle days are still here but we are still excited for the pilgrimage after I whispered to my father's grave.
***Yahh caca can only say sorry for a long time ngak visit is not anything - do you know for yourself since my father left they are hostile to us yahh.
Yahh...
Caca wants permission, caca wants to marry his own choice of caca yahh, sorry caca come alone next time caca bring him, caca, yahhh prayer n son father yes may last until the world end so that caca can be proven to people - people ngak all children father in bad grades.
Caca also did not want granddaughter father someday insulted by other people rich caca, their assessment is bad yah*** ,
But that's the reality, yes, how even the awkward Caca does not change something that has happened, it does not change,
Yahh
If only married ayh caca maybe this is the happiest thing but the fact is someone else will marry your son yahh ,
Even on a happy day I held back my own tears, without wanting anyone to see it , after which we went home and the test started to fade .
Even the universe did not support us to come here even they forbid us to meet them, no matter what happened before.
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Pendam lah anger and resentment for something meaningful in your life, actually the hostility is not good but I do not want it but they are the ones who want it.
Even we relented to say hello but they chose to dodge it was not our fault
