Trying To Be Faithful

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"That's the carpet rolled up again."

"Yes, Mom."

"Sri, the rest of the food is wrapped. Share with those who have helped us. Mumbazir if not kemakan."

"Yes, Wa."

"Sep, where's your sister-in-law? I didn't see that."

"After tahlilan is done, he goes straight into the same room his children."

"Oh, yes, I have. Have they eaten yet?"

"So not yet. Nay, Shaki and Puput are the same as me."

"Thank God. Yes, you help people in front of the chair. Help transport to the car because it wants to be made with Bu Ijah for the wedding of his son later."

"Yes, Mom."

Not because it is not sad, Ms. Sari only tried hard after losing her child 40 days ago. If not him, who else will take care of his son's tahlilan event? While Hasna-her-in-law-can't be discussed because she's so down.

A mother's day will definitely feel pain left behind her child for good, but she also realizes that it is her job to take care of everything about the departure of her child.

The relatives who originally came to help, now go one by one.

The atmosphere began to feel. The noise began to dissipate leaving a vacuum tiaa tara.

Hasna hugged her youngest child, Nay. Next to Nay is his second son Shaki. Then on the side there was the firstborn's puput.

Hasna hugged all her children while staring at them one by one. As much as Hasna's energy did not shed tears in front of the baby. He did not want his son who had begun not to grieve, again hurt.

Yes, Nay and Shaki are still so small. They will easily forget the feeling even though they do not completely forget it. They are just being distracted by various things, let alone sodara Hasna so care for them. As much as possible they would bring a smile to the little princess.

Unlike the Puput who is already in the transition period from children to adolescents. Her tears kept dripping. I don't know how many times he rubbed it so as not to be seen by his sisters.

Hasna smiled warmly at her eldest daughter. He asked her to be stronger.

"Bun, that father must be happy, right? You see, my teacher said at school, in heaven it was milk. Lots of fruits, just ask for anything," asked Shaki, the chatty boy.

"Yes, Honey. Dad was happy there. Shaki's happy too, right?"

"Yes, I'm happy. But later no one invited us to play speda again dong. You can't ride a bike."

"There's someone who will make it. We have a lot of. Isn't that right, Bun?" ask Nay.

"Udah malem, let's bobo. Nay sleepy."

They're all silent.

"I miss my dad." Shaki's voice started hoarse as it held back the crying.

"Me too" said Nay.

"If you miss your father, we read Al Fatihah. God will send our prayers to my father. I must have heard your voice from heaven. Yuk, start reading."

They raised their hands and began to read Al Fatihah together.

Hasna patted them alternately, until she the boy began to close their eyes slowly, the longer the closer and.

After his sister fell asleep, then Puput let out his crying voice. Not wanting her sister to be distracted, she buried her face on the pillow. As much as he could hold the voice inside, it felt so stifling that even he felt he could no longer breathe properly.

"Sir ...." Hasna got up and approached her firstborn.

"It hurts, Bun." Her voice stammered. His hands patted his chest.

"Here, baby."

Hasna grabbed her son's body into the arms. The pupils did not make any more sounds, yet he looked more like a person being hit by an asthma attack. His sadness made him lose the way to let out tears until the onset became tight.

Hasna's heart was wounded deeper and deeper into seeing her son. He did not know what would happen to him and his three daughters. They're still too small. Their future is still very long and they are losing their father figure as a guide.

The pupil fell asleep in the arms of his mother. Slowly Hasna laid her Puput on the bed.

After her son fell asleep, she went out and went into her room and her husband first.

Slowly she laid her body on the bed. Tilting and facing the place where her husband used to fall asleep. He rubbed the pillow with trembling hands.

"Dad ..." whispered.

Women's tears are starting to fall. Like water that is slipping.

"I miss. Dad why are you leaving so soon? How do I raise our child? What would happen to them if you weren't around? Didn't you say you wanted to see your brother become a lawyer? Do you want Shaki to get the gold medal next month? He's practicing, he says he wants to dig his gold for dad. Dad, Nay used to call her when she woke up."

Hasna continued to talk to herself while rubbing the pillow her husband used to wear.

"Who will I drink tea with?"

The sadness continued to grow as Hasna recalled all the good memories with her husband. The crying that he had been doing for days made his body tired until he fell asleep.