Unanimous

CRYING ON MY LAP

As the day wore on, the funeral home became increasingly quiet, with only workers, housekeepers and some close relatives still remaining. Wulan's mother had been treated by a doctor and rested in her room which had been accompanied by Brigitta and followed by Vhieya and Nikki who today chose to sleep with their mother. Either they'll sleep or cry together all night.

Wiya was in the room to say goodbye to Bu Wulan because she had to go home. It was the afternoon when Mom, her father and brother came to commit adultery that she had said that it was likely to be in the funeral home until nightfall.

Although his heart was a little wondering when he saw Brigitta's interaction so fluid in this house, Now he put aside his feelings when he saw Brigitta's closeness with Bu Wulan unusual. Accompanied by Zayn, he entered the room to find Ms. Wulan lying down.

“Bu, I'll go home first. Maybe tomorrow afternoon after work I'll be here again. Mom break yes.” Pamit Wiya by sitting on her knees adjusting to the height of the bed. He took the woman's weak hand and rubbed gently.

“Thanks a lot Wiya. You shouldn't have to bother like this. Zayn you have to take Wiya home, it's night.”  Ms. Wulan's orders to her son.

“Iya Ma, Zayn will deliver Wiya home” Zayn agreed “Bii, you should stay here with mama, Nikki and Vhieya. If there is news about Uncle Setiawan you will be difficult if only at home alone. If you are here, there are many people who can take you to the hospital at any time.” Zayn did not specifically offer himself.

Brigitta nodded obediently. But Wiya's heart was increasingly unfamiliar with the interaction.he increasingly felt alien in their midst.

“No need sir, I go home alone, it is common to take a taxi online” Refuse smooth.

“Can't! Wiya, what your parents say later if you go home by taxi by yourself this late. let Zayn take you home” Refer Bu Wulan. Finally, Wiya followed that order.

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The journey to Wiya's house from Zayn's residence is not far, only 6km away. The car that Zayn was driving was running at a speed splitting the road of Tanjungpinang city that already looked deserted. Decorative lights along the pavement twinkled to give light, there are still street children who pass one or two people.

Warung pecel lele limb legs are also still open to contribute a little crowd. Because the two people in the car were silent all the way.

Zayn's car stopped right in front of the gate of Wiya's house which was deliberately unlocked. Wiya stared at Zayn for a moment before releasing her seatbelt. He looked at the blank look and felt empty.

“Zayn, I'm down ya.“ Slowly pamphannya.

Zayn nodded without taking his eyes off who was staring pusher ahead. Wiya postponed his steps for fear of seeing the state of his boss.

“Zayn..ka-you why? I mean, if you are sad and want to cry. Don't hide”

Zayn reflex facing towards Wiya.

“What can I do?“

“By what? crying out? Why can't. I know you're holding everything back so they're strong. But you also have to let go of all the burdens you feel. To be stronger."

Hearing that sentence Zayn immediately stopped his eyes from looking at the black eyeball of the girl before him. While everyone was in their own grief, Zayn had to be a careful neutralizer present, becoming the protector of his mother and his two younger siblings. Zayn held back with all his might to look strong before them. But this girl understood what Zayn felt inside his chest and was ready to share. Zayn's tears fell one by one in front of Wiya. Wiya gasped, tonight she actually watched this man cry.

A sad cry suddenly turned into a roar. The tears were now unstoppable, flooding, not river-boosting. Zayn's defense collapses in front of Wiya. He reflexively covered his face in the lap of the girl. Let out a cry so badly.

Wiya felt very sorry to see the scenery in front of her. The expression of pain that Zayn had put before him. Which he has been holding since. Although it did not reduce his good looks, but the face of the drizzle looked very chaotic. With a loud breath he cried so badly in Wiya's lap.

“I'm not ready Wiy, I don't believe all this.why Wiy, why so soon papa leave us all. Mama, me and my sister” cried mixed with sobs of liquid that had seeped from the nose.

Wiya lets Zayn spill everything she hides in front of others and also lets her skirt get wet from tears and water coming out of that nose. Only God and Wiya have witnessed Zayn's fragility at this time.

O Allah, this is the face of a man when it is crying!

In the worst of circumstances even your face remains attractive.

Wiya is silent but notices Zayn inside. Long enough Zayn spoke for himself. After feeling quite relieved he pulled back his face and tightly grasped Wiya's hand.

“See your skirt is wet! Sorry I ya“ said without letting go of Wiya's hand.

Sorry sorry, my hands are off.

“Udah okay?“ Wiya asked while pulling her next hand which Zayn had previously controlled.

Zayn nodded while tidying up his slightly messy hair. Now he's back in the wheel.

“Thank God! You must be strong. You have to strengthen a lot of people! I can only talk, not know if I feel it later, but when we lose our loved ones, sad may be. Dissolve no! We will also leave. It might be a while, or a little while. No one knows! Death should

gives us room to further improve ourselves” Now he has opened his seatbelt and will soon open the car door.

Zayn again quickly restrained Wiya's wrist. Wiya looked at her hand that was holding all her body back to not move first.

“Thanks Wiya. Somehow I was reflexively crying near you”

“Why seneng really megangin my hand, do not know what people deg-degan” said Wiya slowly, very slowly.

“Eh, what? what did you say?” Getting closer to his sitting position.

“What do you hear?“

“You deg-deg an?“ Guess Zayn.

“That's, um, I'm thirsty to have ice ! yes, ice degan. Seger” Elak Wiya nervous.

“Times like this where there is an ice kang degan. Let me help you find!”

“Yaelah gofud aja time, have ah not come home later me.”

Wiya got out of the car and it turns out Zayn also came out of the door next to him.

“Eeeeh ehh ehh, where are you going?" Tanya Wiya astonished.

“Ngantarin you are, all saying goodbye to father and mother"

“Ng, no need. Emmm they're sleeping. There you go home. Careful!” Wiya pushes Zayn's body forcing him inside and shuts the car door. Zayn lowered his window and scrunched his forehead.

“You've already entered there. Later when it's in new I go.”

“Hm, yes yes whatever. Byeee!” Waving his hands and smiling.

Zayn was really waiting for Wiya to step inside the house, the girl occasionally looked back and gave a small smile. Then Zayn turned on the car engine and left when Wiya's shadow was not visible there. Although his heart was bitter, but now his strength had been gathered back. Only by revealing it in front of Wiya can he think again about arranging the next steps for his family, after his father left now.

On the way home he got a call from Brigitta who asked to follow him to the hospital, because it turned out that the doctor informed Mr. Setiawan could not be saved and had breathed his last.

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THANKS EVERYONE.