Trapped in Love Duda

Trapped Love Duda 13

I heard the host will mention the names listed on the plane victims. Dag dig dug's heart is erratic. I pray in my heart hoping that the names of my mom and dad are not there.

And it turns out...?

" Mama...."

I was wailing hysterically. If mom had been a victim, papa would have fared the same. Grandma and I hugged each other crying. My chest felt tight, my world went dark. Until I was unable to support my body. I fainted!

" Zahrah! Zahras! Istigfar kiddo." lamentably I heard the voice of the crowd calling out my name.

My nose also smelled eucalyptus oil and my body was like a shake.

I opened my eyes, Grandma's house was already crowded with people coming.

" Mom... Papa's..." Call me weak.

" Patient Zah!" Someone strengthened me. I hugged her when I didn't know her.

All I can do is cry and cry.

All the families came to Jakarta.

" Zahra's coming!" My love.

Finally I, Lidya's aunt and some family went to Jakarta to pick up the bodies of mama and papa.

I don't care about my appearance. My eyes were swollen from crying for too long.

On my phone there have been many messages to say condolences, but I have not replied one by one. I just wanted to see my mom one last time.

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We have arrived in Jakarta. Now we're in the hospital in the morgue. I gather strength to be strong if later to accept or if I no longer know mama and papa.

We started to open one by one the cover. Ten people I've seen, but there's no one I know yet. All his faces look black.

Until we get to the eleventh corpse, "Papa. This is papa, auntie!" Without fear I hugged papa. There is a sense of happiness mixed with sadness because of meeting papa in a condition that ah, I myself can not describe. And I found mama in twenty bodies that I opened the cover.

" Sir, pa.. Zahra pick up mom. Zahra will take mom and dad to the best resting place for you." Ratapku.

***

After taking care of various document supplies, I and my family were finally able to bring the bodies of my mother and father home.

We arrived in the city of Pekanbaru. Me and Aunt Lidya accompanied my mother in an ambulance, while my father was accompanied by Iwan and other relatives.

Not a second did I leave my mother alone. The distance we traveled did not make me feel hungry. I just feel thirsty on the way.

After traveling for about four hours we finally arrived at the grandmother's residence. Grandma's house was crowded to welcome us.

The sound of ambulance sirens that sounded made the atmosphere even sadder. In droves the men came to the coffins of mama and papa to bring into the house.

Don't ask my grandmother for grief. Many times my grandmother fainted from feeling devastated by the events that befell my parents.

Now the bodies of mama and papa have finished in the prayer. And will be taken to the tomb soon.

Along the way to the tomb it was incessant as tears trickled down my eyes. It felt like I wanted to scream as loudly as possible to call my mom and dad to come back to life with me as before.

***

Mama and papa's funeral is over. Mama and papa were buried in one hole.

" Ma, pa. you will not be separated even if death comes." Mumamku sad.

I was still sitting in the living room to meet the mourners who came to Grandma's house.

Not a few who feel frustrated with me because they immediately lost a parent at once.

I just kept quiet, my eyes blank. Sometimes I wipe my tears that fall down.

Allahs... I never thought that I would have to go through this ordeal. Lost my mom and dad when I wasn't ready.

***

The takziah event has been completed.

Mama and papa's extended family still gather at grandma's house. Not many brothers offered to let me stay in their house. But all I gently refuse.

All I remember is my dad leaving me to Grandma. Papa believes I'll be fine if I stay with grandma. So did mom. So there's no reason if I should get out of here.

Mom, pa.. Zahra will take care of grandma like papa and mama's message.

The night is getting late. I decided to sleep in my own room. The room that witnessed the moment before my mother's departure, mama accompanied me to sleep like a spoiled little girl. My mom always gives good advice.

Mama, papa may be given the best place on the side of God.

Tonight I hope my mom and dad can be in my dreams. I miss ma pa!

Before going to bed I play one of my favorite songs,

I wasn't ready to lose you

Not being able to get away from you that is in my heart....

In fact, this song is like the story of my life that is not ready to lose the most important person, the person I love the most, the person I love the most in this world.

***

The days I spent every day were bleak because half my soul was alive and never came back.

I am still at home. There's not much activity I can do. My daily life is still just helping to take care of my grandmother's house.

I haven't socialized while living in my grandmother's house either. I only occasionally go to the market just to take Aunt Lidya shopping for basic necessities.

I don't have many friends here either.

I never imagined I'd stay here without my mom and dad.

This is the thirty day I live in the village. There is a longing to go back to Jakarta, back to our house first, to sleep in my room first like last day. But I haven't had the courage to express my wishes to Lidya's grandmother and aunt.

I don't want to add to Grandma's mind either. Since the departure of mama and papa, grandmother became more often sickly. Grandma is also more often moody. Grandma seemed to be devastated by this incident.

Sometimes I also try to comfort my grandmother so as not to be sad. I always try hard when in front of my grandmother, but every night when I want to sleep I still like to cry because it still holds a very heavy longing.

I've read about it this way it sounds 'THE HEAVIEST MISS IS LONGING FOR THE ONE WHO IS GONE' and now I'm feeling that. Every night I could only look at pictures of my mom and dad without hearing his voice again. Sick and wounded, but not bleeding.

This morning there was a half-old man visiting my grandmother's house.

Said Aunt Lidya wanted to see me.

Finally with curiosity I also found the person who was meant by Aunt Lidya.

I sat down near my grandmother. The grandmother and the man looked very familiar. I was like traumatized when I was close to a man, even though he was very far above me.

" Zah, this is Indro sir. Your papa's friend first." Grandma said cheerfully.

I also shake hands with Mr. Indro.

" Look Zahra, the purpose of the arrival of the father here is to invite Zahra son to join the school in our village. Papa nak Zahra once told the father, if later Zahra son has finished graduation will serve in this village." Obviously Mr. Indro at length explained the tampa requested.

Papa, it turns out that you really want me to serve here. Well, pa, Zahra will make papa proud. Zahra was sure that papa was keeping Zahra from my inner heaven busy talking to himself

" How about Zahra?" Ask Mr. Indro to surprise me.

" Uh.. Anu Pak Insyaallah I am ready to serve here sir." I answered a little nervous.

" Thank God..." Mr. Indro and grandma compact said the same word.

" Yes, Monday you can come in. We're waiting for Zahra's son to arrive at our school."

Then Indro sir said goodbye. I'm still pensive, papa... Mamma.. Zahra longs!