The Primadona

chapter 45 Misfortune bertubi

Chapter 45

Without caring about the surroundings, I headed straight for the car and spurred to get home quickly. Along the way my arm was sore and sore with blood continuously dripping making me decide to veer and stop at a health service place. In fact, private hospitals.

Without further ado I headed straight for the ER. A nurse in a white uniform looked at me sharply as she examined the tension, repeatedly frowning her crescent-shaped, but fake, after having previously railed questions just pissed me off. The middle-aged woman was chatty. Maybe she's a senior nurse. The question that inclines is almost similar when I was questioned by the investigator regarding the death of my best friend Adie.

"Father's not a recidivist, is he?" Again the woman named Sulistyo asked after he finished checking blood pressure. His name is read by me from the embedded nameplate.

"No, Ma. Make trouble." I hissed after getting stitches on a small incision but deep enough apparently to have to double stitches.

"Why not bring the family, sir?" The nurse stopped her activity for a moment.

"I just misunderstood a friend. Still can drive a car, why tell the family?" The question that made me upset, while covering my face with one hand I again threw a question made some nurses who were on duty to be silent just look at each other.

"Do you want to be treated? Since the wound is serious enough it's good we suggest hospitalization, sir." A nurse opened the conversation after dressing my arm.

I got off the patient's bed, now with only my sleeves that were no longer intact. The nurse asked permission to cut off half my sleeve.

"No, I have to come to my best friend's funeral home." Steady I answer.

After making the payment and redeeming the medicine at the Hospital dispensary, I rushed towards the parking lot. Then continue on the way home. In the car I grabbed a t-shirt hanging from the back seat. Indeed, there are always several pieces of change clothes, casual and official. That's to anticipate when I get a special invitation from my female customers. Sometimes I get a job to accompany the wedding reception or the wedding.

I change formal clothes to casual. Afraid it could be messed up when people see my situation that resembles an escape. Even just now the nurses and hospital security officers seemed to be calling the authorities. But close when I dare to show my identity.

Finally we arrived at my apartment. I ran in, but my steps stopped when a young man called out.

"Abang Earth!" I'm turning.

His face was foreign to me, well at first glance made my chest rustle violently. That shady voice and smile belonged to my best friend Adie. Bak pinang halved, he's Amar Adie's younger brother. He came with his father and two other relatives.

"Marine?"

"Yes-Bang."

"Oh, sorry, I. You guys been waiting a long time?"

"Ruby, Bang. Hehehe." Amar laughed at the forced hearing.

"Why not call?" I looked before opening the door.

"Already, Bang. But not raised the same brother." I paused open the door, then checked the phone in a bag that was wrapped around my shoulder.

"God! I'm sorry, has it been since morning?"

"Yes-" Amar replied.

I opened the door and let them in. I make coffee and serve small meals. Not bad there is a chocolate cake still intact in the refrigerator, a gift from one of my female customers as a thank you for my super service before serving the call Clarisa.

"Ayo-ayo, please be executed. Don't be shy." I'm trying to melt the atmosphere.

Every now and then we talk lightly without touching on the main topic. It was quite a long talk, about the story in the village. Apparently Adie's parents were Abah's schoolmates at the time. Same with mom-Adie. They know each other apparently, even though different villages. When Father--Adie was about to switch the conversation I tried to turn the course of the conversation again.

Finally I decided to interrupt the conversation, "let's go clean up before we talk about Adie's death."

After Amar took a bath, Adie's father now entered the bathroom. So on until everything looks a little fresh. I've been ordering catering food since, but my subscription hasn't arrived.

While waiting we started to open the conversation. Adie's father insisted his son should not be cremated. While Caroline didn't want to take a phone call from me. That makes Adie's family pessimistic. It seems Caroline is not cooperative on this. Especially when I had reported about her husband's family had arrived at my apartment. No response, just a blue tick pissed me off.

And just wanted to know if the body was the funeral home or still in the morgue.

"Anyway, mah. I didn't let Adie's body be burned! That's also her mom's message." The old man shed tears as he conveyed his heart.

"Don't be tense, Dad. Fear of high blood will recur." Amar clasped his parents' hands tightly which moved by itself. It seems he has had a stroke. Until his speech is no longer perfect.

"No, Dad. Yesterday was given a suggestion not to participate." One of them chimed.

I'm just as intentional about providing information as Clarisa described the Waatsp.

"Here you go, this is an explanation from one of my female friends who happened to also embrace the Buddhist faith." I thrust the phone so Amar can read to Dad and his family.

"Try, read and understand this." I left them when the voice of the catering subscription called my name.

"A lot, Mr Bum?"

"Yes-there's a guest from the village." I answered while giving money.

"Return sir, Bum."

"Take it." I entered with a streo fom that gave off a good aroma. The egg shakes and tempe requests from me earlier, still reflecting hot smoke.

"Thank you, Bang Bum." Amar read in a soft voice to be understood by his family.

[Change of the Cremation Ceremony

Because of the nature of tradition, the cremation ceremony carried out also changes from time to time. Although the essence is the same, there is a fairly clear difference between the cremation ceremony of the past and present times. The difference can be seen from various things, ranging from the equipment used to the procedures applied.

Based on experience, I found that the cremation process carried out in the present is much shorter. Understandably, in the present, cremation is usually done using an oven, which can speed up the process of cadaver burial.

Thus, cremation can be completed in approximately two hours. Unlike the case with cremation in ancient times that still rely on firewood. The process can take hours, so the cremation ceremony feels so long.

In addition, in the present, the procedure of the cremation ceremony also seems simpler. Due to several times following the cremation ceremony of Buddhists from the Chinese Tribe, I saw that even though the worship remains the same, such as Casket Cover (Cit Bok), Flower Night (Mai Song), and so on, and other mourning days, but there are simplifications in the layout, ranging from the choice of chests, offerings at the altar, to pilgrimage activities carried out at certain moments.

This is clearly different from the cremation procedure in ancient times which is known to seem complicated because it has many rules and uses so many attributes. Therefore, do not be surprised, to carry out the cremation ceremony, you must prepare many things and hold prayers for days.

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Based on the description above, if it can be understood that even in the sutta mentioned Buddha and some of his students were cremated after Parinibbana, he said, but actually cremation is part of a plural tradition carried out by the Ancient Indian Society. This tradition has been going on for a long time, even before Buddhism emerged in the world and is practiced by adherents of other religions outside Buddhism.

Therefore, living in the midst of such a tradition, Buddha and some of his disciples followed him. All of that was done solely because it was a funeral ceremony that was usually performed by the Indian people at that time, not because of any specific obligation.

Thus, cremation can be said not to be a funeral process that must be done by Buddhists, but a choice based on tradition that has been carried out since ancient times. (Reliable source)]

"Hopefully, Adie left a will." Dad opened the conversation.