Three Years Different

110 (2): The Other Side of Rajendra and the Death of Grandma Aisha.

About an hour later Mardiyah was at the funeral. The driver who Rajendra said would come to pick up chose to wait in the parking lot. He simply stared at his wife from a wheelchair. Until not long Mardiyah was seen standing up, and approaching her.

"Sorry, make you wait a long time."

Lutfan. "No. No pa-pa. Now you want to go home?"

"Yes." Yeah." Mardiyah looked around. "Where's rajendra? He left us?"

"Yes. But there's a driver who's picking me up."

Mardiyah just nodded. Then his wife walked in the back and pushed the wheelchair.

"Mar."

"Yes?"

"How can you trust Rajendra?"

Mardiyah slowed down her thrust on the wheelchair. "If I say, because he belongs to my family. You gonna believe me, Lutfan?"

Lutfan hush.

"Regardless of whatever attitude he has toward me or to others. I believe, he still has a good side that .. I myself still have a hard time understanding." Mardiyah. "She said, all these searches she did were on orders from Mama Cecilia. I don't know how much love Mama has for Rajendra. To the extent that he wants to do something that he himself does not want to do."

"I decided to trust Rajendra. Because he's Mama Cecilia's son. That's all you can deduce for my belief, Lutfan," continued Mardiyah.

Lutfan nodded in understanding. "But you already filmed Mom's grave for Grandma, right?"

"It has. But can you help me see Grandma?"

"Can."

Arriving in front of the fence Orphanage Al-Hikmah the driver who drove Lutfan and Mardiyah stopped the car. But when Mardiyah was about to get out the driver gave me a brown envelope, which must have been from Rajendra.

"Thank you, sir."

"Together, Miss Mahika."

Mardiyah was silent at once. Mahika ..everyone who works there, calls me by that name, her inner self.

"Mar," call Lutfan.

"What?"

"I'm going to the mosque. You go in first. Rest. The video you sent to my number. I'll take a look at Grandma later" said Lutfan.

Mardiyah nodded. "Yes already. You be careful."

Entering the room, Mardiyah did not immediately change clothes. He chose to open the chocolate-brown envelope - which the driver said was from Rajendra.

The edges on the edge rip it slowly. Then Mardiyah took everything out in bed and saw that there were some papers and photos. Before clearly seeing the photos, Mardiyah pulled one of the papers and read.

Zanithas. Died in 1999. Death by poison. The police concluded that this death was purely a suicide and that no one else had intervened. And since the family had not seen Zanitha for nearly three days, the police decided to immediately bury Zanitha's body.

In another paragraph. Mardy read again.

Before death. Zanitha left a baby in an orphanage. The police considered it possible because in rape, Zanitha chose to end her life. But when the police checked the residence (contract) not found a single trace of the man who raped Zanitha. No name, no address, no matter what. Not found at all.

Mardiyah's eyes were teary.

It was decided by the police to close the case. And take good care of the child left behind by mending in the Orphanage.

The case is closed. Your mother died of her own will. Don't bring it up again and pitch it to your chest. Whoever is wrong, everything has passed. If you want to be happy live your own happiness, do not disturb my mother's life. Because of the pain she's no different from your mother's pain. He is the one who gave birth to me. Anyone should not bother him, even being rude will I bu*nuh that person.

She must willingly accept the child of another woman whom her husband loves. Isn't that chest light as well? So like my door, be nice to my mom, take whatever she gives. Don't make him feel that making you his daughter is wrong.

- Rajendra Adiwangsa.

Mardiyah nodded slowly.

"Just calm down Rajendra .. I will always be nice to your Mama" muttered Mardiyah.

"Grandma wants to talk, Mar."

Hearing Lutfan who had just entered and told him something spontaneous made Mardiyah immediately stand up. "What, Lutfan? What are you talking about?"

"Grandma wants to talk to you."

Mardiyah blinked many times. "Se-now?"

"Yes in his room."

Mardiyah was still in place. "Well, did you give me a look at the video?"

"Already, Mar. Come ... in Grandma's waiting." Lutfan immediately pulled Mardiyah's hand.

"You coming too?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Mardiyah was really confused. Why suddenly so many people in front of the living room and in Grandma Aisha's room too many people. There was Ummi Salamah, Umma Sarah-in-law, and there was also Aunt Sulis. While in front he did not know there was anyone, which was definitely a lot of people.

"Lutfan why so many people?" whiskey Mardiyah.

"No pa-pa. You're inbound. I'm waiting outside."

Mardiyah removed her hand from Lutfan's wheelchair. He entered with a confused look. And when he got inside, Mardiyah could see clearly that her grandmother was lying weakly in bed, and Umm Sarah approached him.

"mma ... Grandma why?" Mardiyah immediately sat down under the bed. "Granny's disease is coming back?"

"Grandmother wants to talk to you, son," said Umma Sarah.

Mardiyah turned her gaze to Grandma Aisha whose eyes were slightly opened. "Nek .. This is Mardiyah. What's granny talking about?"

"Ma-affine Grandma."

After saying sorry one time suddenly, Grandma Aisha's breath was irregular, she looked at Umm Sarah as if begging for something. Until at the third second Umma Sarah did talkin on Grandma Aisha.

"Umma doesn't ..." Mardiyah shook her head and looked at Umm Sarah and Grandma Aisha alternately. "mma ... Grandma is impossible."

Inna lillaahi wa innaa ilaihi raaji. The end of Grandma Aisha's life in Umma Sarah's view is a good ending. He felt that everything that Grandma Aisha wanted to know was resolved. He even apologized to his grandson.

"mma ... Ne-nek why .. be-he suddenly--"

Mardiyah's speech was interrupted when she received a close hug from Umma Sarah. "Son, sincere. And Umma, please accept your grandmother's apology, son."

Mardiyah's chest is sick. Stiffness, taste. How could this meeting only take place for a few months? Ah, naw. Weeks. Just a few weeks? He knows death knows no time. But why did it have to happen the day Grandma Aisha just found out her son's final resting place?

"Umma .. Mardiyah's chest hurts," said Mardiyah without returning Umm Sarah's embrace. And from the two tails of his eyes, the water flowed so profusely.

His life was lost again, I don't know how many times.