To be the Second

Last Rest..

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Aziz traveled from his hometown to his hometown in just under an hour. The news he received made him more lost his mind than the birth of his daughter. The bad news about her Umma who had left her for ever made her brain almost insane.

Although no tears drenched his face, but the sadness of the loss of his Umma he could not cover from anyone, including his wife and his entire family. It was Anni who was intrigued to hear the news. Although the meeting between her and her mother-in-law was short, Anni could feel the incredible warmth of her mother-in-law's house.

Once in front of the house, it turned out that the atmosphere was crowded, in front and inside the house a lot of people who came on pilgrimage to Almarhumah the wife of Pak Haji Ostman Abdullah..

" Assalamulaikum.." Aziz went into the house with a very desirable condition. The clothes were no longer neat, the hair was disheveled, but Aziz did not care about his appearance at that time.

The most important thing is to see the body stretched rigidly on the carpet that is stretched, and also covered by a rag. Some of the neighbors who were reciting prayers were solemn, some were looking at Aziz at a glance and continued to recite the prayer again.

Maybe if not in a state of mourning like now, surely many people will laugh at his appearance. And for now, Aziz is acting stupid.

Indeed, the tears he endured desperately, but everyone also knew that Aziz was currently feeling tremendous pain. The man who had produced five children immediately rested under the stiff foot of the Mother, kissed her while reciting the best prayer for her beloved Mother Almarhumah.

Arga Cacaknya who saw what Aziz did was just silent, he really understood how his sister felt the same as her current self. But he can still control himself.

However, being abandoned by someone we care about remains a sad and sometimes difficult thing to accept. It is not easy to get through a moment when we are abandoned by someone we care about, it takes time and determination to get through it. However, that is life, we must prepare to be abandoned or left behind. Must stay strong in facing it.

A few moments later Almarhumah Ummanya has been bathed also in her last clothes in white, all her children bathe the Mother, as well as the husband. Afterwards the prayer of the corpse was immediately carried out with Aziz as his Imam.

With the atmosphere of haru, a face that of course grieving is difficult to cover, everyone also helped deliver the body of the Umma to his final resting place. His two sons alternately took the wheel of the chariot carrying him, while his daughter Atin chose to walk in line with her female cousins right behind the carriage. While the Abah stayed at home to accompany guests who came on pilgrimage, relatives and friends who came from far away.

" Assalamulaikum," said a man who had just entered the house, as Abah was sitting on the lower carpet accompanying the male guests.

" Navaloupe.." Everyone who sits inside.

" I'm sorry the new Guk came, we are sorry for the departure of Almarhumah Neng Salimah. May the children be given fortitude and patience. May Allah, Rahmanir Rahim expand his grave and illuminate it with His blessings. Neng a good man, God will place him in Jannatul Firdaus, Aamiin..." Umar hugged his body.

Umar felt he had to continue to encourage his Guk family. Is it not when there are relatives or relatives who are feeling sorrow, it is our duty to comfort him and give the best prayer?

" Thank you Mar, for your prayers. Let's get your wife to eat inside. Sorry the kids are still at the funeral at the moment. Think of it at home." Sahut Ostman who still looks sad, but trying to cover up. Umar understands that.

While his wife Maryam chose to go back, precisely to the kitchen with the neighboring Mothers who came just to help cook food to be in the tradition of salvation of people who had just died. Both may stay for up to seven days.

" I'm sorry if there's anything to help?" Ask Maryam who has just joined the Mothers who are busy cooking.

" Ah, Neng Maryam huh? Just came Neng?" Asked one of the mothers who was in his house right next to Mushola, still a cousin with Abah Ostman.

" Oh, yeah thanks. Let me wash the rice then." The mother who was the same age as Maryam also moved to do another. Mother-Mother women also work together shoulder to shoulder to quickly finish their cooking.

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Once at the TPU, Aziz, Arga, and also their cousin named Ghamitah Abahan's nephew immediately descended into the burrow that will be the last house of Umma Salima. All the process continues to be done until the end of reading a series of prayers to Almarhumah.

Allohumma tsabbit 'indal mas' is manthiqohu.....

Everyone who attended the funeral one by one left the place after delivering a message also defended condolences. Now remain the nucleus of the family who entered sitting crouching on the right and left side of the vortex.

" Don't take Neng home first, Aziz still wants to be here for a while." His love for his two brothers without turning to look at the mother's navel.

" All right, but come home soon, pity Abah. Come on Neng." Invite Arga to help stand up and immediately embrace Nengnya who looks so beaten. Although he was the same as him, but as a man he tried to be more rigid.

Arga began to walk away with Atin leaving the cemetery after patting the shoulder of the sister who was still sitting crouching next to the mother's navel. Arga tried to understand, especially their mother died shortly after the departure of the Sister from the Hospital.

After the death of his two brothers, Aziz remained alone still staring nanar towards the tombstone that contained graffiti name of the Mother and date of birth as well as the date of death.

" Umma, I'm sorry if the words that my lips have spoken, your son has hurt your feelings sometimes, I'm really sorry to have made you sad because of my behavior. Thank you for all the milk that runs in my blood. Without Umma, I'm nobody. Thank you for always loving your sons Umma." Lirih Aziz, who would then recite the last prayer before he went home.

" Allahummaghfir lahaa warhamhaa wa 'asfihaa wa fu'anhaa wakrim nudzulaha wawasi' mudholaha wagsilhaa bilmaai watsalji wal barodi wanaqqohaa min khotoyaa kamaa naqoitats tsaubal abyado minad danasi wabdilhaa daarol khoiron min daarihaa eaahlan khoiron min ahliha wajaudzan khoiron nin jaudziha waadhilnaj jannata wa a'idzahaa min adzaabil qobrii au min adzabin. "

" O Allah, forgive him, grant him mercy, save him, forgive him and place him in a glorious place (heaven), spread his grave, bathe him with snow water and ice water. Cleanse him from all wrongs, as You clean the white clothes from dirt, give him a better home from his house (in the world), give a better family than his family (in the world), give him a better home, a better spouse than his spouse (in the world), and enter him into heaven, guard him from the torment of the grave and hell". 

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Happy Eid Al Adha. Life is reciprocal. What you give will return, what you plant will grow, and what you sacrifice will bear rewards. Happy sacrifice and sorry inner birth for friends Readers all...

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