THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE

Funeral Procession

The cloud looks dark. The sun chose to hide behind it. The weather seemed to harmonize with the atmosphere in the house Via.

Some of the neighbors have arrived. The tent has been in the yard since morning. The chairs were lined up under the tent.

Inside the house, the Via family had gathered. Via's grandfather, Mr. Adi Wijaya, has also come. They came upon hearing the news of Farhan's death.

Via was still in his room accompanied by Ratna and Bu Aisyah. They comforted the grieving young mummy. Since night, Via's tears kept flowing. He's not crying. However, he groaned in silence. His heart was grievously sliced.

Bu Aisyah herself certainly felt deep sorrow. Which mother is not sad left by her beloved son in a tragic way. Upon hearing the news of Farhan's passing, he collapsed. Mr. Harislah who strengthens his wife.

“Mother, I know Mommy is devastated by this news. Remember, though, that all creatures will surely die, all will return to Him. The child is just a child. We just have trust. God is their owner. So when God calls our children, our brothers, our spouses, we cannot refuse. That's God's right,” Mr. Haris said at length.

“Bunda—Mother shock with Farhan's departure. It was impossible for him to leave so soon. He's young, he's looking forward to being a father. Poor Via. Why do trials come so hard? He's been an orphan for five years. She just got happiness with Farhan,” wailed Bu Aisyah.

“Mother, we do not know how long our life contract in the world. We also do not know how God calls us. The test was heavy. But will God not test a person beyond his means? Via's tough life test showed that he has a high level.”

Ms. Aisyah permeated her husband's words. Many times he rubbed the tears that just kept sliding down his cheeks.

“Mother, currently Via is pregnant. His psychological condition is unstable. Mother should be able to strengthen the child. Mother must be strong in front of Via. If you want to cry, cry now. However, do not show the fragility of the heart of Mother in front of Via,” said Mr. Haris softly.

Ms. Aisyah slammed into her husband's arms. He sobbed and soaked Mr. Haris's shirt. The middle-aged man stroked his wife's head covered in a headscarf.

A quarter of an hour passed, Miss Aisyah had already started to calm down. He no longer cries. Only his sobs are occasionally heard. He has begun to be able to set his heart, to make peace with destiny.

“How, have you improved?”

“Slightly. At least, my chest is no longer crowded.” said Bu Aisyah while continuing to wipe her face.

“It's not just us who lost. Good friends also. Many felt the loss of Farhan. May Farhan be at peace there, forgiven from Allah to his grave, kept away from the torment of the grave and the fire of hell,”, said Mr. Haris.

“Aamin,” whispered Ms. Aisyah. He began to control himself.

After being calm, Ms. Aisyah accompanied Via continuously. He was almost every moment near the poor Via.

Ever since he woke up from fainting, the young mummy was silent. He barely slept. His eyes were swollen and a dark circle was there.

When the sun trip almost to the top, there were sirens of ambulances roaring into the courtyard of the house Via. People were already standing waiting for the arrival of the hearse as soon as his voice sounded. Several cars followed behind the hearse.

The women's cries broke as the crates were brought into the house. Via screaming hysterically.

“Hubbiy, why would Hubbiy leave Via? Does Hubbiy not want to see our child born? What should Via say if he asks his father?” lament Via heartrending.

A moment later, Via drooped limp. Ununglah, Ratna swiftly caught the body of her best friend. With the help of those around him, he took Via to the nearest room.

While the cry of Bu Aisyah broke again when she met her second son. Azka who still looked pale forced to escort the body of the brother with the family of Mr. Candra.

“Im sorry Azka, Mother. If Mas Farhan had not been to Azka, maybe this did not happen,” complained Azka.

Mr. Haris approached the two. He patted Azka on the back and said, It can't be like that, Ka. All has been arranged by the Almighty. You sit down first. You just got sick.”

Azka guided her mother to a chair near the coffin. Bu Aisyah's eyes looked pushy at the chest.

“Can I see my son one last time?” pinta Bu Aisyah with a raucous voice.

Mr. Haris nodded,”Iya. But wait for Via! We open the crates together later. Mother is patient, yes! Calm down Mother's heart first! Where is Via?”

“So passed out and was taken to the room,” replied Bu Aisyah Iirih.

“Pity of the boy. We have to be as calm as possible when with him so as not to make it worse. Whatever the name is pregnant, his emotions tend to be labile,” murmured Mr. Haris.

“Before entering time zuhur. Later after our sublime ceremony, we will carry out the funeral ceremony, ” replied Mr. Haris.

Their conversation stopped. Via with Ratna's papah approaching the coffin. He no longer cries.

“Can Via see Mas Farhan?” ask Via memelas.

Mr. Haris, Ms. Aisyah, and Azka got up from their seats and approached. Mr. Haris gave the code to a man who was standing not far from them.

“Mas ask please bring Eyang Probo here!” said Mr. Haris slowly.

The man nodded. Shortly thereafter, he came with Eyang Probo. The grandfather hugged Azka as soon as he saw his second grandson.

“Come, let's get a bouquet to see Farhan one last time,” take Mr. Haris.

Slowly the lid of the crate is opened. Looks like a body that has been stretched stiff lying in it. His face was unrecognizable because it was charred.

Ms. Aisyah wrapped her hands around Via's shoulders. They both looked at the corpse in the chest with a raging feeling. No words were spoken from their mouths.

Mr. Haris closed the casket slowly. They sat back in the chair near the box.

“Already in time zuhur. We pray and get ready for the funeral of the corpse,” said Mr. Haris.

“Can Via come to tomb later?” ask Via lirih.

“You are sure you are strong? Remember, in the tomb should not mourn the corpse,” replied Mr. Haris.

“Insya Allah Via strong,” Reply Via steady.

After the Zuhur prayer, they changed to bark the corpse. Because of the many people who want to bark the body, prayers are carried out several waves.

At 13:00 the body was sent to the cemetery. Dozens maybe even hundreds of people walked along. Via walked with Ratna and Bu Aisyah.

As the pallbearers entered the tomb gates, the clouds could not hold back the rain. Drizzle points fall. The funeral procession continued because it was not heavy.

This was the third time that Via had come to the cemetery to deliver his loved ones to their final resting place. Of course all sorts of feelings raged in his heart.

Via tried to strengthen the heart when the casket was inserted burrow. Shortly after, the chest was already covered in soil that began to get wet. Flowers were sprinkled on the red earth mound.

After prayers for the deceased were offered, mourners gradually left the burial area. Only the family is still there.

Via in front of the tomb. His hand was holding a wood that read Farhan Alfarizi.

“Hubbiy, Via promise will take good care of our child God willing. May he be like his godly father,” whispered Via.

“”May you calm down there, son. Mommy can only pray for you,” said Bu Aisyah lirih.

The drizzle drizzle is getting heavier. Their clothes began to get wet. However, it was not long before Via's body had been protected from rainwater. An open umbrella protects it from falling water droplets. The umbrella holder patiently waited for Via to rise. He did not care about his sturdy body starting to get wet.

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Who holds an umbrella?

Find the answer in the next episode.

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