TRIPLE Z (Zafir, Zafran, Zafira )

Grief Smile

The sound of siren ambulance roared into the courtyard of Buni's house.

Two officers carried a coffin into Buni's house.

Behind the officer terihay DaddyKung walked limply into the house.

A few minutes away from the ambulance the vehicle was riding Aqeela and Desta stopped. The woman got out of the car with a hiccup.

While inside the house there was already Zafir, Ara and Ayra welcomed the arrival of the corpse.

Early this morning at around 01.45, Buni breathed his last in the hospital because of bone cancer that had spread and damaged all his organs.

Even though a few days before, he was still healthy and active in the mosque.

Even Zafir was still joking with the grandmother as usual.

"Fir, get married! buni will not be able to see" said Buni that afternoon when Zafir visited the grandmother.

"Monkey, by the way, Zafir sure Buni long life. And could see Zafir getting married and having children. Great-grandson of Buni" Zafir denied at the time.

"Hust..! You are not God!" exciting Buni.

"That money we'll never know. Age is God's secret. The young also want to have a long life. Watching your children, you, Zafran and Zafira grow up." Buni continued with a distant look.

Isakan Zafir still sounded bitter, especially once the corpse of Buni was moved to the bed in the living room.

The young man opened and looked at the grandmother's shady face.

"God, Zafir did not expect that our conversation yesterday was a farewell chat. The request for the Buni is the last request. Zafir can only promise, hopefully Zafir's soul mate is not far away. So that it can meet the last request of Buni. Sorry Zafir, Buni."

Zafir closes back the barricade that covers Buni's body. And sit next to the body of the grandmother.

"Fir.." call Zafira as soon as you arrive. Tears have accompanied since Umma gave the news of his grandmother's departure.

"Fira..." The two brothers hugged each other.

ten minutes later, Zafran arrived. His face looked more resolute but not with Renata. The girl was crying non-stop.

Buni is a woman who loves her husband. Buni had also guarded him when playing with Zafir. Tease the little Renata who already admires Zafran.

Zafran hugged Zafir and Zafira and sat with them for a while.

Shortly thereafter, Julian called Zafir and Zafran asked the two men for help preparing a place to bathe the body.

Renata though still in a state of sadness, circulated his gaze. The woman took the initiative to help the mother prepare for the funeral.

Start blasting flowers to flowers for the funeral.

While Zafira helped Umma prepare the shroud assisted by a woman called Bu Modin.

Sometimes the mother and child wipe away her tears.

"Are you sure you will be strong and able to follow the procession of bathing and caffeinating the corpse" asked the Modin softly.

"God willing, Mom. When else can we be devoted to our parents in the world. Before handing it back to Allah," Aqeela replied reassuring the Modin.

Ms. Modin could only nod in resignation to the princess' wishes.

As for Sayrief's father, the old man looked fragile. His eyes are not watery. Face stiff. But he could only be silent, without sound.

This man just smiled as he said, "I'm sorry for my wife's mistake ."

Every one of them said condolences.

After all is ready, Ms. Mudin instructed to immediately carry the body to be bathed.

Aqeela, Zafira and Renata bathed Buni's body carefully.

All three witnessed a smile on the lips of the corpse, as if the deceased was ready to face the divine.

Shakira, Buni's little name. The woman that Syarief is concerned about is a woman who is patient and tal ever complained. Her old age she spent with her husband.

His ambition of having a son solihah accomplished already.

Aqeela the famous girl roasted first, finally isa insyaf. Because of the prayer he always prayed in the third night.

This child grew up to be the girl he never thought she would be. As a mother, she can only pray and continue to pray for her child.

Finished bathed, the corpse is pardoned. Aqeela painstakingly treated the mother with a smile.

He really wanted to cry because he lost one of his parents.

Zafira with a little knowledge he had learned, helped Umma to forgive his grandmother's body.

Julian's wife reminded him of all the goodness of his grandmother from the time he was a child to this size. There is no blame according to him.

Buni is her best grandmother. Although sometimes you have to be willing to say hard but it's all because of the ignorant act, but unfortunately it never changes.

Just like Umma, Zafira also held back her cries.

Finished with the body. Mommy and Daddy are coming. They flew directly from Singapore after news of the departure of the besan.

Mommy was so hit that her best friend was wrapped in a shroud. Hugged the son-in-law tightly.

"Qee.. be patient, son." whispered Mommy.

The tears that had been held back finally took off as well when Mommy hugged her.

"Mom's... Qee doesn't have a mother anymore" she whispered.

"there's Mommy, baby. Mommy is your mother too. Come to Mommy whenever you want!" mommy whispered without taking off her daughter-in-law's embrace.

The middle-aged woman understood, the feeling of the son-in-law at this moment.

Losing his beloved mother.

Mommy turns to the grandson. Zafira.

The girl sat curled up in a chair, sadness clearly implied on her face.

Mommy takes Aqeela sitting next to Zafira. After her daughter-in-law calmed down, Mommy grabbed her beloved granddaughter quietly.

He wore the head and back of his grandson.

"Patience, Son. Pray for the Buni for an easy path." Zafira nodded slowly in his omana deck.

Mommy turns to Ara and Ayra. The two twin grandchildren also sit next to the brother.

Their faces were also puffy, crying over the grandmother's departure.

"Omm... Oma don't go yet... Oma must nemenin Ara and Ayra to adulthood!" whiskey Ara.

Aqeela turned to look sadly at the two youngest children. Ara and Ayra.

The funeral procession continued with the mourning.

Buni's body was taken to the mosque for disholati. Julian prayed jenzah solemnly'.

To a Julian, Buni was his wonderful foster mother. If only he really was his biological son how beautiful.

Buni never differentiated his love with his brother. Although he was in the care of his brother, but Buni always monitored his development.

Understand, His foster brother was still so young. Even the experience of taking care of a child does not exist.

But he dared to bring home a toddler.

And little Julian, who at that time felt alone in the hospital, was so interested in the beautiful big brother who was good at storytelling. The brother he knew as a hero.

After the disholati, Buni's body was taken to the cemetery area.

Aqeela's family entourage accompanied Buni's personality to his final resting place.

The rest that brought about the pain of Buni vanished.

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