The Queen of the Night.

Goodbye Dad

"Goodway dad. You calm down there. May all your good deeds be accepted by Allah, in your graves, in your graves, in your graves, and in your forgiveness for all your wrongs you have committed, whether intentional or not. May we meet again in His Jannah. I'm sorry your son can't always be by your side. Forgive your son who has not been able to bestow happiness on you. Forgive your son father..."

"Dad.... You are my Hero. You are my role model. Without you I'm losing my way."

"Dad.... You always lead my way and my steps. You always guide me in the good. Thank you dad for being such a great dad to me. I'm proud to have a father like you.. My father is proud to be your son"

"Dad... I will always remember your messages. Happy Father's way. The best prayers are always with you from your son."

Ryan stared at the wet mound of earth that was in front of him. Where in there the body of the father of the role model rested. The clear crystal droplets rolled shyly in the corner of the netra of the eagle. As much as he held back from spilling into the earth, but still the clear crystal glided beautifully without being able to prevent, when shadowing the figure of the father.

"Goodbye Dad, you've calmed down there. May we meet again, one day in His Jannah." Again and again the corner disbanded Ryan uttered a sentence of separation with the father. While removing traces of clear crystals that have already fallen to the earth.

"Patience to Ryan. Every living thing must die. We just have to wait for our turn. When is the time to go after him. Remain a good boy who always prays for him. You are the reward field in this world for him. The best prayer always sends to him. He was calm there. We and the entire police department are deeply saddened and condolences for his passing. The patient yes... Always pray for her." Gentle applause and advice and condolences came from Ryan's boss who was present at the funeral procession.

"Thank you sir." Ryan said with glass eyes.

The boss hugged Ryan. Channeling a sense of peace. Ryan is like his own son. He was amazed by the figure of Ryan who is smart, smart, humble, and achievers. Rarely are there young people like him. If he had a daughter, he might have a daughter-in-law. But unfortunately. He had no daughter, only a son.

"We are your family. If there is something do not hesitate to talk to us. We are ready to help. I think of you as my own son. So don't hesitate and bow to me." Said the boss back and broke his embrace.

"Asieapp.. Thank you sir." Said Ryan.

"We say yes first. The Patient." Said the boss again stroking Ryan's shoulder.

"Thank you sir." Said Ryan while staring at the departure of the boss who passed from before him.

Ryan and the group that delivered the body of his father began to move from the burial ground. Back to the funeral home.

After the seven steps of the pallbearers left the tomb, the angels began to come to the body lying down, in oversized clothes, typical of the grave expert. Angels Mungkar and Nangkir will start asking about what we have done while we live in the world. If our practice is good then we will easily answer every question posed by the angels Mungkar and Nangkir. But on the contrary, if our practice while living in the world is bad, then it will be difficult for us to answer. If we are wrong in answering the question posed by the angels of Mungkar and Nangkir, then we will get a torment that we can never imagine how painful and painful the torment of the grave.

After the angels are gone, then we in the tomb will be accompanied by our practices that we did while we were alive. According to history, if we practice a lot of goodness then what awaits us is our practice in a beautiful and beautiful figure.

But if our practice in the world is bad, then the one who waits beside us is a very scary and terrible figure. In a dark and narrow place, accompanied by a terrible figure. Nauzubillah min Zalik's. Maybe we all avoided this.

We all belong to people who do good deeds. Husnul Hotimah's.

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At the funeral home, Ana doesn't know what to do. There was no one he knew. Except for Ryan and the aunt who gave him a change of clothes. When the body will be delivered to the burial ground. The aunt fell down. Ana who was standing next to him reflexively caught that sepuh body.

Ana lays the body on the bed with the help of mothers who are foreign to Ana. There was no one he knew. Only Ana's sincere smile spewed when her eyes were deliberately tangled with their eyes.

They helped wake Ryan's mother from her stupor. By applying eucalyptus oil to the nose of the mother and rub all over the body of the mother, drain the feeling of warmth. Not how long the mother woke up from her stupor. Due to his weak condition. He finally fell asleep again.

"Sorry we stayed. Please take care of the Asih ma'am, son." Said one of the mothers who helped resuscitate her mother Ryan to Ana.

"Good ma'am."

"Good ma'am." Ana replied while staring at the departure of the mother until she disappeared behind the door of the room.

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Returning home from the funeral Ryan immediately cleared himself of the land attached as he entered the burrow when welcoming the body of the father to be buried.

After clean Ryan looking for the whereabouts of the mother who looks have not been seen in the net since he came home from the funeral.

" Bude, where's mom?" Ask Irma's sister Ryan.

"Your mother was in the room, your mother had fainted, thank God she was awake. Now your mother is resting in her room." Answer Miss Irma.

"Mother fainted." Beo Ryan's.

"Yes, but now I'm conscious. Your mother's fine don't worry Yan." Irma's words calmed the niece who looked panicked.

"Ryan mo look at your mother's old bude." His words then passed away from in front of Ms. Irma.

"Don't eat first Yan?" Ask mama irma.

"Later Bude, Ryan ga laper. Now Ryan mo see how mommy is." He said as he continued to advance his steps leaving bu irma.

Ms. Irma stared at Ryan's departure with glassy eyes. "May happiness always be with you Yan." Irma prayed in her heart.

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