WE LIVE SIDE BY SIDE (CERPENE)

Chapter IX (Father Part I)

Hello, my name is Khadijah 16 years old sitting in 2nd grade High School, I have one younger brother, his name is Maheera, 11 years old 6th grade Elementary this year.

I come from town B, precisely in village C, my family is quite rich, my father named Ali works as a chef in a restaurant owned by my own family, that went well with many visitors to date, and my mother named Ana worked as a PNS.

Because my village was in a remote area, far behind the people in the District, my father and mother decided to send me to the provincial capital.

But today, suddenly I got word from my father via a cellular connection, she said, my mother was very sick and told me to go home.

I'm so worried that my mom would be more worried than me and my sister, my dad would be more worried.

I love my mother so much, her love for me is greater than for both of us as her daughter.

In the past, before my mother was appointed as PNS and before the father's restaurant advanced as it is now, we had a difficult life at the age of 5 years, sometimes eating only once a day.

At that time, I still clearly remember it, at dinner, in the middle of the stock that was not there, the father preferred not to eat, and gave his rations to mother, not only that, but also that, the fall of me and Maheera was also reduced.

“Your mother is more important, because your mother had to study for the CPNS.” entrance exam so Dad said, me and Maheera just nodded.

At 08:03, after taking 11 hours I finally reached my hometown, then I just got off the bus in shock with the yellow flag in the alley into my house.

“Sorry mom, who died?” I asked one of the mothers who was wearing black, and a glove with brown flowers as her skirt.

“Loh Khadijah! you've gone home son?” the mother cried as she wrapped her hands around my waist.

Yes, I know that the one who returned to Rahmatullah was my mother.

I could not say a word, everyone on the street looked at me with pity, actually I wanted to run to the house, but my legs seemed helpless, to walk alone I can not afford, now I was papah by 2 mothers who hold my left and right arms.

I look from afar, in the courtyard of my magnificent house stands 4 green tents, as a shade for guests who come on pilgrimage, see the mother last time in the world.

With tears streaming down my cheeks, I set my foot on the marble floor in the living room, I saw my father and sister crying bitterly while looking at my mother who had been lying stiff on the bed in 5 layers of shroud.

My steps were limped, the father who looked at my hand immediately whined like a child.

“Kha.. Kha.. Khadija, your mother, i mother son...” said the father in a hoarse and stammered voice, I can not hold the sadness in my heart anymore, either, now we as a family left behind crying as eager as ever, guests who mourn also come to see watching us sobbing crying.

“When did mommy die?” ask me.

“Since yesterday Khadijah,” said Father.

It turns out that when I was on the phone, mom was gone, probably because I was afraid of shock, so dad said mom was very sick.

At 10:15, the mother was prepared to leave for the mosque, before the shroud covered the face of the passive pale mother, me father and also Maheera, kissing the mother's forehead for the last time .

Then, the caretakers now wrap the mother like a bond to the sugar.

After that, the body of the mother was lifted by some people to crete kecatanaapkan green cloth with the inscription Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un.

Then the father and some residents carried the body of the mother to the mosque to be prayed. With endless tears streaming down, the father braced himself holding the iron coffin at the front.

My sister and I also walked in the back with the other women.

“Happy way mother, may your worship charity be received by Allah SWT.” I said in my mind as the gravediggers closed the burrows tightly with a pile of red clay.

After a while, one by one the pilgrims left mother at her final resting place, as did we.

At 22:00, I went to my father's room to get him to eat.

“Yah let's eat, it's been 2 days father did not eat, later father sick lo.” said me to father who did not put anything in his stomach for 2 days.

“You boys, I'm not hungry,” said the father who was lying on his side on the bed, his eyes still puffy, his crying is not over yet.

“If father is like this, mother will not be happy well, let's eat,” said I persuaded father while pulling his hand.

“Your mother is now busy asking questions with angels, how can you eat good here Khadijah?”

I don't think you can say that, I'm very worried about your condition, but I can't force it either, maybe you need time.

Monday, November 01, 2012 at 21:00, 3 days after my mother left, I saw my dad busy walking around like he was planning something.

“Daddy, is there a problem?” ask me as I get closer to my father.

“Nah, you happen to be here Khadijah!” Excited Dad, I was happy to see a father who was not grieving anymore.

“Why yeah? Is there anything I can help you with?” ask me with a thin smile.

“Khadija, I have a solution how so that your mother can always be with us,” said father.

“Hah? What do you mean, I don't understand,” asked me with a frown.

“Dad, will dig your mother's grave.” she replied as she left me for the kitchen.

I never thought about the madness you'd be going to do, and then immediately I followed you into the kitchen.

“Dad, do not do anything strange, mother is calm there, if this father will actually make it difficult for mother, after all it is a big sin well, mother will not be happy.”

“Khadija, I've thought about this for a long time, at first I was hesitant, but considering your mother's last line of words, I'm determined to be round.” said the father, while taking the hoe near the sink.

“Indeed, mom said what's the same dad?” ask me with curiosity.

“He still wants to be with us, and he has not been sincere if he has to leave at that time, in fact he is also not happy about the departure of your mother who is so sudden, the heart of my father hurts, son, after all, father and mother have promised for life while we started dating until the last time we said on our wedding anniversary.” said the father, who was ready with a hoe, who was ready with a hoe, flashlight and large burlap sacks.

“Dad, I hope to undo your intention,” I said, with full hope father, father realized and returned to the right path.

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