Unknown Love's

The Erlangga

Kinara started to wake up. He opened his eyes slowly.

"A..I'm where? mmmhhh", he said softly, holding his head that felt heavy.

"Thank God you're sober, son", the familiar voice in Kinara's ears sounded so close to her. Yeah, that's Miss Hasna's voice.

"I. mother, Mas Erlangga.".", her tears spilled again as she recalled her husband.

"Where's Mas Erlangga, ma'am?", cried Kinara. Ms. Hasna immediately hugged her shaken-looking daughter tightly.

"Patience, son, you must be strong. Your husband is calm now, you must be sincere" said Ms. Hasna. It's hard to say that, but he has to say it. However, Kinara had to accept the fact that her husband was no longer there.

"M.mas...Mas Erlangga.", he said. A hiccup of Kinara crying in her mother's arms.

Mr. Tria, Ajeng, Mr. Wijaya, Mr. Prastowo and Alisa also appear to be in mourning.

"Ma..", Ajeng who had been beside Bu Tria was again carried away. Seeing his brother-in-law crying like that, his memory was again stuck in his brother who is now gone.

Ms. Tria wiped back the tears that were dripping on her daughter's cheeks, "We are all grieving, but we must not incriminate Erlangga's steps. We have to be sincere", Bu Tria's voice broke the silence in the room.

FLASHBACKS

"Suster, please take care of Ms. Kinara. Take her to the treatment room" exclaimed Dr. Andi as he watched Kinara collapse after learning her husband could no longer be saved.

The two nurses immediately took care of Kinara, quickly taking Kinara to a different room.

"What is this?", Mr. Wijaya who had seen Doctor Andi and several nurses rush into the ICU room, increasingly wondering. Especially when he saw his son-in-law unconscious. Ms. Tria and Ajeng also looked panicked.

Doctor Andi came out, approached the Erlangga family.

"Father, mother, it is with a heavy heart that I have to apologize because we cannot save Mr. Erlangga. He dropped and was critical, we tried as much as possible but fate said something else. Mr. Erlangga was gone, and Bu Kinara was in shock because of it. We are very sorry", said Dr. Andi.

"Ti.no..my son, Erlangga.", cried Bu Tria broke.

"Kakaaakkk.", Ajeng screamed, he could not believe what he heard. Her tears also spilled.

Mr. Wijaya clenched both his hands, holding back the tightness of accepting the reality about his son.

"Mbak, mas.", Mr. Prastowo, Ms. Hasna and Alisa who had just arrived at the hospital looked astonished and confused at the sight.

"Pre...Erlangga died", said Mr. Wijaya before Mr. Prastowo asked.

The expression of Mr. Prastowo's family looked very surprised. They had just arrived and instantly got the bad news.

Ms. Hasna immediately hugged Ms. Tria, "Mbakyu, we're very sorry. Patient and strong Mbakyu yes", whispered Bu Hasna who was answered with a small nod of Bu Tria. Both mothers shed their sorrow for each other.

"Then, what about Kinara?", asked Mr. Prastowo who did not see his daughter there.

"Bu Kinara is in the treatment room, sir. He fainted" replied Dr. Andi.

Once things were under control, they all headed to the treatment room to see Kinara's condition.

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Kinara sat on the patient's bed, her eyes blank. Her tears continued to flow non-stop. The last shadow as she accompanied her husband in the ICU came back.

'Mas..why did you go? how is my life after this without you, mas?', her inner self.

In this room there are only women. An hour ago, Pak Wijaya and Pak Prastowo went to take care of various things in the hospital, including taking care of the return of Erlangga's body to Bandung assisted by Leo.

"Sister, sister want to drink?", bargained Alisa who had seen her brother just crying without drinking or eating anything.

Kinara shook her head.

"Strong brother yes. Alisa doesn't want to get sick" Alisa said. He held her two hands tightly. Staring at her brother's face that looked shabby and tangled. Alisa's hands painstakingly tidied up some of her sister's hair that looked a little messy.

Ajeng approached the two of them, "Sister.", his voice choked, his eyes glazed again to see the condition of his brother-in-law and his best friend. Ajeng could clearly see Kinara's deep sadness.

"Sister.say said Alisa. Brother do not get sick, Mas Angga certainly does not want to see the condition of a brother like this", Ajeng strengthened his heart when calling the name Erlangga.

The three of them finally embraced each other. Ms. Tria and Ms. Hasna who saw their daughter cheering each other tried to smile while feeling full.

"Indeed at a time like this Kinara should be much supported. This incident is certainly very heavy for him" said Ms Tria.

"Yes. Their marriage has not been too long, it is certainly not easy for all of us to accept this. But yes, God loves Erlangga more. He was a good man and husband to Kinara" Bu Hasna said sincerely.

Tok.shock.

There was a knock on the door, Ajeng opened it. There's Leo there.

"Sorry madam, I would like to inform you that all matters relating to Mr. Erlangga have been completed, and at this time the return of his body is ready" said Leo directly.

"Well, we'll be down soon" replied Ms. Tria.

Ms. Hasna tidied up some stuff there. Same with Miss Tria.

Ajeng and Alisa chose to accompany Kinara.

Kinara tried to smile thinly and nodded.

'Yes, I have to be strong. I can't burden Mas Erlangga anymore', Kinara's determination was deep in heart.

They all arrived at the back door of the hospital. Four officers were seen carrying a coffin, pushing it into a ready ambulance near the exit.

'Mas..why are you?', Inner Kinara as the coffin flashed in front of her. He held back his tears, but spilled again.

All the way to the airport, everyone chose silence. Busy with their thoughts and feelings.

This trip felt heavy and long for Kinara and the whole family. It took almost three hours to reach the family residence of Pak Wijaya because they had to take care of the return of Erlangga's body from the airport to the funeral home.

It looks like a bouquet of flowers has been lined up in front of the house. Tents and chairs for the mourners who came were also available. The yellow flag was flying from a distance. Leo had already asked the team from the office to prepare it all.

Kinara's heart seemed to be sliced open to see the scene.

'You have really left, mas.', whispered his little heart.

The arrival of the family was welcomed by several employees who Leo assigned to stand by at the family residence Pak Wijaya.

After all the families entered the house and the casket was lowered, there was an announcement from the mosque speakers about the death of Erlangga.

It did not take long, one by one neighbors came to express their condolences, even with colleagues and relatives. Alternately they came to send do'a and spirit.

Kinara still chose silence, locking herself inside the room that used to be her room and Erlangga.

Some photos of Erlangga as a young man still stick neatly on the wall of the room. Kinara looked at him one by one.

His eyes began to heat up, shedding tears again.

"Mas.I will miss you so much, I can no longer see your smile or hear your jokes and temptations towards me. Forgive me for still crying over your departure", Kinara took a photo of Erlangga and hugged her tightly, as if she was hugging her husband's body.

"Nara, can you please open the door for a moment?", there was a voice of Bu Hasna speaking in front of the room door.

Kinara immediately wiped her tears, and opened the door of her room.

"In the meantime Erlangga's body will be sholated. Let's get ready" said Ms. Hasna gently, she stroked her daughter's head. Ms. Hasna could see there were traces of tears on Kinara's innocent face.

"Yes mom, Nara get ready first".

Shortly, after ablution and changing clothes, Kinara came out of her room. There were many eyes that understood the sadness of Kinara, not a few of them who gave her spirit. Kinara felt strengthened.

"Honey, we go to the mosque huh" said Bu Tria, Kinara nodded.

"Ma, can Nara see Mas Erlangga's face one last time?", asked Kinara.

Ms. Tria nodded her head. Aided by Mr. Prastowo, Kinara braced herself to see her late husband's face.

Kinara looked at the face that was so shady, it looked like a person who was asleep. Slowly, she lowered her head, kissing for a moment the stiffened forehead of her husband. Kinara endured her cries.

"Don't let your tears drip, son" said Mr. Prastowo, reminding.

"Your face is very shady, like a sleeping person. Now that you don't feel pain anymore, you don't have to fight anymore. Rest in peace, mas. I am sincere about your departure" Kinara said after she finished seeing her husband's face.

The convoy of families and the pallbearers had arrived at the mosque. Mr. Furqon, the ustadz who led the funeral prayer. Before the prayer began, Mr. Furqon represented the family delivering several messages and apologies to the audience if during Erlangga's life had any mistakes.

The prayer of the corpse also takes place solemnly and solemnly. After that the motorcade continued to the public cemetery which was not too far from the housing complex.

One by one TPU officers descended into the burrow. Pak Wijaya and Pak Prastowo also came down. Erlangga's neat body wrapped in a shroud began to be lowered, and slowly covered by planks and soil.

Grief rippled back in Kinara's heart upon seeing the sight. He can't speak anymore. This really was the last moment for him to see Erlangga. Ms. Tria drowned her face in Ms. Hasna's arms. As a mother, her heart was broken to see the departure of her only son, but she had to be firm and sincere.

Ajeng broke into tears, staring at his brother's body covered by the red earth.

'Sister, sorry Ajeng always makes you upset. Ajeng must be very kangen same sister. No more people who will be jahili Ajeng', his mind.

All the eyes of the people present there showed a deep novelty, everyone was busy remembering the figure of Erlangga who had now really reached his final resting place.

Mr. Furqon led the do'a together after the burial procession was completed. One by one the attendants left the funeral.

Kinara was still sitting next to her late husband's navel. Staring at the tombstone next to him.

"Son, let's go home" said Ms. Hasna.

Kinara did not budge.

"Nara, I know it's still hard for you to accept. But again I remind you, lighten your husband's path, please let go", Mr. Prastowo said softly.

"You're not alone, son. Papa, mama, father and mother, also Ajeng and Alisa, we are all still giving you" added Mr. Wijaya, as if understanding the sense of loss that is currently so heartbreaking and feeling Kinara.

Kinara averted her eyes, looking at him one by one the faces of those who loved him dearly. Then his eyes turned again staring at the navel.

"Mas.I promise I'll be a strong woman. It's really heavy for me. You're leaving too soon, and I still need you the most. But I know God loves you more. I will learn to let you go completely. I will always pray for you, may you be happy there. Thank you for being such a great and perfect husband to me. I will always love you. I say yes mas, later I will visit you again" Kinara kissed her husband's headstone as a sign of farewell.

Everyone who heard Kinara's words also shed tears. Their footsteps passed, leaving Erlangga who had calmed down inside.