
Marcel, the handsome man in casual clothes, walked up to the cage where his beautiful nephew had been lying without life. His gaze was fixed on the sister and the orange who was crying on the floor.
With a big heart, the man walked past the two women he had always guarded and with a gaze that was still fixed on Arasa, his little nephew who looked very beautiful even though he had not breathed.
Slowly the two burly hands of the man stretched out towards Arasa's tiny body and carried him with a very heavy feeling.
The beautiful iris of the handsome man's eyes looked at Arasa's ayu face which was now starting to turn pale. Closing his eyes, the man drew his face closer to Arasa and kissed Arasa's cheek lovingly.
"Thank you for holding on unfortunately uncle, good-bye. Relax there, son," whispered Marcel to the niece, who made the two women who were still crying, raise their heads and look at the grieving man's face.
Jazira also released his embrace from the sister-in-law that made the beautiful girl who had just recovered from her pain was staring at the face of the ayu belonging to the sister-in-law.
Jazira's tiny hand was stretched out toward Jazira's white cheek and stroked her slowly to wipe away the tears of her brother who was still flowing.
"Then Arasa, Brother. Let him go quietly, even God loves him more. Even now Arasa no longer feels pain, the pain has gone hand in hand with him who returned to the lap of the owner," said Jingga while looking straight at the brother.
With a blank look, Jazira turned her gaze from the stepbrother to the sister-in-law. His tears trickled back as he stared at the face belonging to the Orange that was very similar to Albirru's.
"Sorry Brother Zizi, Ngga. All this happened because of Zizi's fault. Even Arasa left because of Zizi's sister," said Jazira tearfully to the sister who made Jingga immediately shake her head.
"This is not the fault of Zizi, this has all been the destiny that Zizi must live. All that Brother Zizi has to do now is to try sincerely and accept what has become the way of his life Kak Zizi. Thank you to Arasa because Arasa Kak Zizi can feel how painful it is during pregnancy and childbirth," jingga said while looking expectantly at his sister-in-law who he had considered like his own biological brother.
"Sister Zizi was afraid," said Jazira lirih as he looked doubtfully at his sister-in-law. Orange also frowned confused while grasping the hand of his brother-in-law.
"Fear what, brother? The story is the same Orange," asked Orange because he was curious about what the sister-in-law feared. Jazira again shook his head as he looked at the body of the child who was still in the arms of the stepbrother.
"Madam, we better clean up baby Arasa's body soon, okay? For the funeral process to be carried out immediately," said one of the nurses who had helped doctors to provide emergency assistance to Arasa.
Jazira also looked at the corpse of the princess with his unwilling gaze. However, Jingga who knew that what the sister was saying was true immediately nodded her head and began to help the woman who was still wearing hospital clothes stand up.
Jazira absolutely did not refuse with what was done by the Orange. Jazira again folded his lips inward when he felt that the area of his former surgery was painful.
"Sir Zizi must be strong," said Jingga encouraging the sister-in-law who made Jazira nod her head. Orange turned his head towards Marcel who was staring at the two complete with Arasa who had been asleep quietly for eternity in his trunk.
The orange beckoned to the man who was now filling his heart space to draw near to him and Jazira. The understanding Marcel immediately nodded his head and walked over to the two women he had always looked after.
Jazira's body again shook violently when he saw the corpse of the princess who walked closer. Jazira's cry broke again as Marcel began to extend Arasa's tiny body before him.
"Sister Zizi can't, Ngga," said Jazira, shaking his head and taking his eyes off the princess' body. However, Jingga soon convinces her brother that Jazira should be able to do so. Because it wants to be made like anything, Arasa must be buried immediately.
"Kasian Arasa, Brother. He deserves to be buried properly and on time. Do not make Arasa distress, Brother," replied Jingga with a request that the sister immediately do what the nurse asked.
After closing his eyes while looking for strength from within him, Jazira nodded his head and looked back at the princess. Gradually Orange began to release his hand grip from the brother and directed the two tiny arms belonging to the brother towards the arrival of Arasa.
"You can do it, Zi." Marcel gave support to the sister who he knew for sure now the stepbrother was shaken by his feelings. Marcel also gave Arasa to the arms of his half-brother who looked very frightened.
"Arasa" Jazira cried with tears returning. The woman hugged the body of the very small child with her cries as they pleased.
"I'm sorry Mama, son. All this is Mama's fault" said Jazira while peeping the crown of the princess's head. The woman closed her eyes as she thought about the picture of her future that was beginning to fade.
"We take a bath now Arasa yuk, sister? We are all next to Zizi's sister" said Jingga who made Jazira open her eyes. The woman nodded her head and began to carry Arasa to her sling.
Jazira began to circulate his gaze around the ER room. It dawned on him that there were a lot of people now. He also realized that there are still many people who care about him. Jazira's eyes did not stop sweeping his gaze around the ER room, he was looking for the whereabouts of the husband.
Marcel was still staring at the baby in Jazira's arms until the arrival of a nurse who came from outside the ER room. The nurse walked up to Jazira who was still near the orange and whispered something that made Jazira turn her head.
"Excuse me Mrs Jazira, there is Mr. Albirru who is asking where you and baby Arasa are. Can he come in, madam?" said the nurse while bowing her head next to Jazira who was surprised when he heard the words of the nurse.
Jazira immediately turned his head to the side and looked back at the sister who was now nodding her head as if saying that the husband should know that the child was gone. Doesn't it have to be like that?
"Let him in, Sus. She should know that her daughter is gone" said Jingga to the nun, who made Jazira shake her head.