The Unfinished Love

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His yard.

"Thank you, Mr. Ustadz, let me ask the others. Assalamualaikum," he said then turned off his cellphone connection.

How about RT sir?" asked Gibran.

Mr. Ustadz said, your oma is not visible in this dawn mosque," replied Mr. RT also began to feel worried.

"Just climb Mr. RT, afraid Oma why-why," Gibran began to feel something was wrong.

Yes well we climb the fence," broke Mr. RT then approached the fence of the house Ms. Nari who is the mother of Gibran's father. Or you used to climb later your adoptive father climbed

Gibran nodded in agreement. Then the boy began to put one foot on the fence while Mr. RT held his waist and helped him up until finally Gibran could cross into the yard of Omanya house and followed by Mr. RT.

The two men were of different ages and approached the porch of Oma Gibran's house. The two peered behind the still-closed curtain.

We'll try to peek at the window of Oma's room only Mr. RT," gibran proposes and immediately turns to the side and begins peering into the room of his omana whose curtain is also still closed but Gibran can see inside through the gap of the curtain that is slightly exposed.

OMA!!" cried Gibran when he saw his grandmother lying in front of the bathroom in his room.

Rush Mr. RT shifted Gibran and peeked and saw what Gibran saw.

Gibran himself began to run towards the terrace and began to bump his body into the door of the house Omanya with teary eyes.

No !! Don't be Oma!!, his cry roared in the heart. Whatever the origin is not Oma !!

Mr. RT pulled the body of Gibran who had tried to break the door of the house owned by Omanya.

If you cannot do it yourself. The door of Ms. Narti's house is very strong in the break down will also be in vain," said Mr. RT.

Hearing this, Gibran stepped into the courtyard and picked up a large piece of stone and the twelve-year-old boy walked straight to the porch and smashed the stone into the window omanya until the sound of glass breaking and falling to the floor attracted the attention of some residents who were around the house and crowded in front of the fence.

there are even those who jumped the fence and joined Gibran and Mr. RT.

"What's the matter RT sir?" asked one of them.

Ms. Narti seemed to have fallen in the bathroom, sir, " replied Mr. RT

Gibran himself began to enter his hand slowly unlocking the door hanging behind it until a click sounded indicating the key was open.

Gibran held the doorknob trying to open but still not open.

"It looks like there is a key slip at the top of the inner door" said one of the fathers who stood behind the RT pack.

Mr. RT came forward and put his hand carefully into the broken glass window and felt slowly up to get the key slot then he slowly removed the slot.

Damnit damnit!! Gibran

"Locked up, son ?," asked Mr. RT then pulled Gibran's hand over and he was helped by some of the fathers began to break the door until it finally opened and everything poured in especially Gibran who immediately ran in the direction where He was lying with his body partly in the bathroom.

Oma !! Oma woke up!!," cried Gibran while shaking the old body of Omanya.

"Let's get to bed first," the order of Mr. RT then lifted the stiff body and then lay it on the bed and examined the body of Ms. Narti ranging from checking her pulse to sticking her ears to the old woman's mouth but signs life no longer exists. Mother Narti's own lips have turned blue.

Mr. RT shook his head at some of the men in the room. Some immediately pronounce the sentence istirja.

Preferably inform his family Mr. RT," a father suggested.

Gibran who was wondering why the men in his Omanya room suddenly said the condolence sentence immediately approached towards Omanya and began to shake it while continuing to shout to call Omanya until Mr. RT held his shoulders and hugged him.

Oma you are no more, Gibran. You must be strong and sincere, yes" said Mr. RT but Gibran just looked at him in disbelief.

"Let's take Oma to Mr. RT's hospital. Oma needs a doctor's help!," he said did not accept what Mr. RT said. " Call the ambulance Mr. RT, call the ambulance!!," he asked now with tears streaming down his cheeks until Mr. RT hugged Gibran again.

Assalamu'alaikum," said someone.

"Waalaikum'salam Mr. Ustadz," replied Mr. RT who still hugged Gibran who beronta want to wake his oma.

Innalilahi wa innailaihi raji' un," he said after touching and checking the stiff and cold body of Ms. Narti who was placed on the bed. " It's better to call his son to inform him that his mother has gone home" said Mr. Ustadz, who was embraced by Mr. RT.

Gibran can now sit beside Omanya's body which is stretched stiff, her cries continue to be heard along with calls to Omanya and occasionally ask the Omanya do not leave him alone.

Mr. RT then tried to contact Mr. Mahardika but did not connect even his phone was diverted to the inbox.

Just try the Doctor's phone" said Mr. Ustadz who covered Ms. Narti's body with a blanket up to his head.

Mr. RT also managed to contact the wife of Mr. Mahardika who was none other than the mother of Gibran who was surprised to get the news and told he would be there soon and he would call her husband.

Gibran is now silent even though he is still sobbing slowly. Now he no longer had a place to escape his loneliness. Now there are no more Omanya handkerchiefs in his head. No more cooking Gibran's favorite food.

There was no place for him to really feel home.....

Gibran locked himself in his room while downstairs there was still a verse of the Qur'an that was being proclaimed for a week the return of Omanya to Rahmatullah.

Gibran stared at the photo of himself and his Omanya which he always kept on the nightstand next to his bed. Really he feels now really alone there is no place to get the love that he does not.

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