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Back to Apartment

Today is exactly one month away from Erlangga. Kinara seemed busy packing some of her things in the room. Today, he plans to return to his apartment.

"Nara, are you sure you want to stay there again?", Ms Hasna who saw her daughter's busyness came over.

Kinara was still focused on packing, "Yes, ma'am. Nara was sure to go back to live there. Mother, don't worry".

Ms. Hasna took a deep breath, "Wouldn't you just stay here, Ra? anyway, I can't worry about you. Moreover, you will live alone there", Ms. Hasna is still trying to persuade her daughter.

Kinara paused her activities for a moment, she chose to sit on the bed, next to her mother who had noticed that she was busy packing.

"Mom, Nara promised, Nara will be fine there. After all, the apartment was a relic of Mas Erlangga that he deliberately bought for Nara. Unfortunately if not occupied", explained Kinara reassured his mother.

"Yes I know, but you can rent that apartment or pay people to take care of it. I'm calmer if you stay here" Bu Hasna said.

But it seems Kinara's determination has been rounded. After the mother and son had a long conversation, Ms. Hasna finally allowed her daughter to return to the apartment despite her heavy heart.

"Even though you've allowed me to stay here with you".

Kinara smiled faintly, "No ma'am, Nara has grown up and is used to being independent. Pity you and Alisa if you stay".

Finally, as agreed, today Kinara left for her apartment, while Bu Hasna will return to Semarang tomorrow morning. The house they occupy will be taken care of by Mang Diman and Bi Wati, people who are deliberately hired to take care of the house.

"Mom, Nara wants to go on a pilgrimage for a while" Kinara said goodbye to her mother after she finished packing.

"You want to accompany me?", bargained Bu Hasna who still looks busy packing some food for Kinara to take to the apartment.

Kinara shook her head, "No need to ma'am, Nara is not long" she immediately passed by accompanied by her favorite motorbike.

It only took ten minutes to get to the TPU where Erlangga was buried. Her feet reached the navel of her husband.

"Assalamualaikum, yes. Mas how are you? I hope you are happy there. Sorry, long time ago I didn't come here. I went through a very hard day after your departure, but now I'm stronger, ma'am. Oh yes, today I plan to return to our apartment. Surely the atmosphere there will be very different without your presence, mas. I will take good care of our residence, I promise", Kinara spoke as if Erlangga was in front of her.

"Mas.I miss you so much. I'm sorry, I wasn't a good wife when you were around. You always make me happy and feel special. Everything I asked for you always fulfilled, whereas I ignored you a lot", his eyes began to glaze over, that deep sense of guilt and regret came back to his mind.

After feeling enough to express his heart, Kinara prayed solemnly, hoping that the do'a of God would reach Erlangga's husband. Not to forget, she sprinkled flowers on her husband's navel, and kept a bouquet of white roses that she had accidentally bought at a flower shop not far from the TPU location.

"You used to give me this bouquet of flowers. From now on, it's my turn to pay it back. I'll go home and I'll visit you again. "Kinara smiled faintly, then kissed her husband's gravestone before he actually passed.

Upon arrival at home, Kinara immediately ordered a taxi online. Ms. Hasna escorted her daughter to the gate.

"Be careful, son, I'm sorry I didn't take you there. I have to wait for Mang Diman and his wife to come for me to deliver their duties in this house" Ms Hasna said after taking off her arms at Kinara.

"Yes mom, it's okay. Nara leaves yes", saying goodbye while kissing her mother's hand.

"If there's anything, tell me soon, yes" said Ms. Hasna again. Kinara smiled and nodded.

The online taxi he ordered immediately drove to the apartment.

It took almost an hour to get there because of heavy traffic and there were several traffic jams.

Kinara was now standing at the door of her apartment. There was a sense of hesitation and heaviness to open that door. But he immediately brushed it off.

"Bismillah.", he murmured.

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That door is open too. The air in the room is rather stuffy because there is no circulation for a long time. For a moment, Kinara stood staring at the door, watching every inch of the room.

The shadow of Erlangga who used to sit on the sofa or enjoy his dishes at the dining table suddenly burst into disarray. Memories of Erlangga who almost always hugged Kinara when she cooked were present.

Spontaneous, her tears dripped again.

'Mas.I went home to our house and now I'm alone here. It's quiet, Inner Kinara.

He tried to brace himself, immediately after the tears and rushed to open the curtains and glass doors leading to the balcony so that fresh air could enter.

Kinara stepped inside her room.

The cream room still looks the same. Some photos of her and Erlangga still adorn the walls.

Despite the tightness in her chest, Kinara remained firm. He went in, opened the closet to store some of the clothes he brought back there.

Erlangga clothes are still neatly arranged, as well as the shirt and suit, all are still the same as before. Kinara picked up a suit that Erlangga last wore before he went to Surabaya.

The silver-coloured suit was Kinara elus and in his embrace. Vaguely Kinara smelled the fragrance of her husband. He's getting his arms tight.

"Mas.I miss you. Really, I miss you so much." again, her tears were breaking.

Kinara's joy collapsed shortly after the sound of the dzuhur adzan reverberated. She rushes out of bed, puts her husband's coat back in the closet, takes ablution and prays.

After the prayer, Kinara opened several boxes of food that had been prepared by her mother and immediately devoured them.

Ddrrt.

"Ya Jeng", Kinara received a phone call.

"I'm at the door, brother. Let's open".

Kinara who was enjoying lunch rushed towards the front door. The door opened and Ajeng was there with a smile.

"Lho, how come you're here, Jeng?", asked Kinara in surprise.

"Iihh.kakak did not invite his sister in first" said Ajeng spoiled. Just arrived but he was already questioned by Kinara.

"Oh yeah, let's go in".

They both sat on the sofa.

"Why did you come here? in the working hours again", asked Kinara after glancing at the clock on the wall, at one noon.

"Yes, I'm nyusulin, brother. It was my sister who told me that my sister had returned to the apartment. My work business does not need to be thought of, brother, I have permission that today I enter only half a day", replied Ajeng lightly.

"Yes, I told you, but that doesn't mean I asked you to come here".

"So you don't like it when I come?", seduced Ajeng while putting on a pouty face.

"That's not it, Jeng. I mean, I was just gonna tell you, so if you're looking for me, you know where I am. I'm even glad to see you here" Kinara explained with a smile.

"Thank God you like me to come. The plan is starting today I'll stay here with brother, may I?".

Kinara was somewhat surprised by Ajeng's question.

"Look down, I told you I was with my mom and dad. They permit. As long as I don't have to take care of my brother. Even those who asked me to make brother here after knowing that brother returned to the apartment", Ajeng explained his request when he realized Kinara's shock.

"I haven't told my mom that I'm back here".

"Say mama Bu Hasna who told me on the phone" Ajeng replied again.

Kinara nodded her head. It turned out that his mother had informed his mother and father-in-law.

"So..why brother? can I stay here?", asked Ajeng again.

"Of course you can, Jeng. I'm glad you want to stay with me. I have friends. When I got here and came in, it was different", replied Kinara somewhat wistfully.

Ajeng immediately hugged Kinara who to him was now more than just a sister-in-law.

"So don't be sad anymore, don't feel lonely. There I am here. I must always accompany my brother", said Ajeng sincerely. Kinara nodded, she felt peaceful.