The Matchmaker Competition

CHAPTER 133

As long as the earth is still spinning and we can still breathe, perhaps none of us are ready to lose or get used to suffering. Loss is a word or something that we can avoid as much as possible. Something we don't want to experience.

But what power, man cannot choose what will happen to him. Losing a lover, losing a best friend or losing a close family is never fun. Everything stays the same.

Leaving behind scars on the heart and mind.Death is one of the destiny of God that will be experienced by every living creature including humans.

Losing the first one of course we can still tolerate. We can still make efforts to return to his original self. At least what changes from within can we understand little by little.

Without judgment of course. But what if we have to feel the loss that requires us to accept the fact that we can no longer meet, chat, tell stories or taste the cuisine he made. Deep sorrow and sorrow. Maybe there is no other word.

This morning it was only rain that welcomed my mother. My mother is no longer sick. My mother is calm in nature. Tina just stared at the pain when her mother was put into the burrow. His hands clenched hard, as if there were strokes of regret.

Slowly the brown ground covered the body of the mother. Until it leaves only red earth mounds. Sprinkles of small flowers have crowded the red earth mound.

Some people were still standing in front of the tomb. Only the nuclear family remained. The cries of Tina and Amar in front of her mother's grave are still heard. Mayka tried to calm her sister. Jamal was standing near Amar. The three-headed man was sad, because the deceased was his adoptive mother.

"Mom, I promise Jamal will take care of Tina and Amar. Take care of them with all body and soul. Take care of your daughter forever.

Thanks, Mum. She was a good mom to me and Ella. We who have not felt the affection of a mother for a long time felt healed." Inner Jamal.

Some people started leaving the cemetery. Only Mayka, Alif and Jamal remain. Jamal was taken by Amran and his wife back to the car.

"Na, it's afternoon. Come home, pity Amar waiting in the car." Persuade Mayka.

"I'm just here, brother. With mom, you must be lonely. I'm evil, brother. I can't keep my mom's promise to drop the charges" Tina said.

"Take it off, Na. That's your right, Kan you're the son of the owner of the company that was sabotaged. So the decision is on you." replied Jamal.

"The decision is not with me, brother. But to pakde. He's the one who's suing me, not me. So even if I said no, Pakde always said to keep the demands." explained Tina.

"Already! it's tomb. It's unethical of you to discuss this at a funeral. We'll talk at home." Mayka mediates.

"Sorry," Tina just looked down.

Tina finally returned to the car, before she said goodbye to the grave of the mother. Not long after he left the tomb. His net turned to a group of people walking closer to his mother's grave.

Tina walked towards the group. There are emotions he wants to let go of. I don't know why he wanted to shoot that guy.

"Would you like to come here?" tina said to Glen.

"I want to see my mom." Glen just lowered his head without daring to look at his ex-wife.

"He's not your mom. And never feel family to us. Everything happened because of you and your parents. If only your papa hadn't betrayed my papa. We may still be a happy family." - Tina.

"Na, already. Don't waste energy on someone like him. Free! we'd better go home." said Jamal. Tina uttered Istighfar many times.

"But there's a silver lining, Na. You can learn about the meaning of life. Because the Tina I used to know wasn't Tina like this. The Tina I know is an arrogant and bully figure. So let's just say it was a reprimand for you, Tina."

They leave Glen and his entourage at Tina's mother's funeral. Tina looked back at Glen for a moment. Of course throwing hateful gazes.

Meanwhile, Amran's residence is shocked by the arrival of Burhan and Arjuna. The atmosphere of the house was crowded with mourners. Burhan meets Arsyad, Amran's younger brother. Arsyad recognizes Burhan as his papa good friend welcoming his guests.

"Who died, Arsyad?" ask Burhan.

"Wife of Heru, Om." answered Arsyad.

"Innalilahi wa innailaihi. Then where's Amran?"

"They haven't come home from the funeral yet, um. Om Burhan hasn't been here in a long time. Since Meyra died."

"I am old, shad. So it's not strong anywhere anymore. I'm sorry for the passing of your sister-in-law."

"Thank you, om. this is an assistant, om?" arsyad asked when he saw Juna.

"This is my grandson, the husband of Dira. Juna, this is Meyra." Juna and Arsyad shook hands and introduced themselves.