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Amak, Sayid and I were in the student car. A student drives in front. Next to him is Datu Soleh. In the back, there was another student and a grandfather's family. In a dark road not illuminated by the moon, the car was gently moving and stumbling.

“Reno, try to say to your grandfather, what made your father angry and strangled you earlier?” ask Grandpa.

I who was still crying because of the immobile rampage and his body grew colder, raised my head in confusion. I try to remember what made you angry.

“Father accuses Union of being with men in people's parak! Though the Union will work to harvest rice all day in the rice fields Angku Amran. Many witness!” Sayid replied in an angry tone.

“Oh, so about that. It was a lot of people talk about in the field this evening.” Datuk Soleh's relative, who was sitting in the back, spoke up.

“But I didn't do that. Can ask Angku Amran, I work until evening in his rice field!” I defended myself.

“If you want to accuse it there must be a witness. Without witnesses, the news is the fall of slander. Datuk will find out who spread this slander. He sinned, made someone die because of his venomous mouth!” Datuk Soleh became furious.

“Bapak should also be punished!” said Sayid with a boiling heart full of anger.

“Let's be a police business. We report to the police, later!” Datuk Soleh really understood what to do when Reno and his sister were confused and panicked.

Finally they arrived at the village house, which was two hamlets away from our place. It's early morning now. The mantri examined Amak's body which was getting cold. She shook her head.

“Amakmu is dead,” he said concerned. Better to be buried soon,” again.

“How so? Do you still want to see a doctor?” ask Datuk Soleh.

I looked at Sayid who was asleep in the car. He must be very tired. My body is tired too. Everyone was tired and didn't rest all night to help me.

“We just go home and bury Amak,” I said decided.

“Now, next business." Datuk Soleh paused his sentence.

"Do you want to report your father to the police? We can go down to the village hall. Next to it is a police post,” explained Datuk Soleh again.

“Can't we customarily punish here?” my many.

“If that is what you choose, then we must gather all the chiefs in our hamlet. The process may be long. Can you be patient?” ask the grandfather again.

“I just want him out of our lives! Just get him out of the village! After all, he's not our village man!” reno said firmly.

“Let Datuk submit your request at the tribal chief's meeting! And about the man who spread slander, he will also be sought in the meeting. To get the punishment!” datuk Soleh's.

“Thank you, Datuk,” nod Reno full of gratitude.

“Please notify Uda Asrul about Amak,”.

“Have my grandfather called him earlier. He said he'd be home soon.” Reply Datuk Soleh again.

After that we went back to the village. Amak's body was immediately taken to the village head's house. Our thinking is simple. My house is already on fire. And Surau is right next to the residence of the head of the hamlet. The dawn came when we arrived.

The morning did not feel. Her warm rays stroked the brownish cheeks that drooped against each other with her sister Sayid. Reno woke up with her eyes closed due to the glare of the sun.

“Sayid, wake up,” I said wake up sister. We searched where Amak was buried.

After walking out the door, cross paths with the son of the village chief. “Where is our Amak?” ask Sayid.

“In lay under the house. In order not to be difficult to bathe him,” is obviously a young man who is the same age as Uda Asrul.

Reno and Sayid are coming down. There is a pole made of wood and between the poles tied a long cloth. Usually it is used to cover the place to bathe the corpse.

Not far from there, there was a large pandan mat unfurled. And Amak's body was laid in the middle, after being covered with cloth. I sat next to Amak. Kissing her stiff face from behind the cover cloth. I don't care about the crowds of people who come and go back and forth to help with the funeral business.

I opened a little cloth cover and saw Amak's face whitening. The rest of her beauty is still. Amak was the prettiest woman in this hamlet in her time. Her beauty was heard outside the area. A lot of people got caught up with Amak, including my father. Men of family descent are from another village. It's just a bit lazy and always relying on family wealth to live. I don't know what Amai and Uwo thought when marrying their only daughter to a man like father. Look how Amak suffered until the end of his life.

“Reno ..” Someone's voice calls me.

I'm turning. That's the head of the hamlet. “Yes, Mr. Tuo,”.

“Your flight has not arrived yet. Do you want to bury before zuhur, or after?” ask the Head of the Hamlet carefully.

Without Uda, the decision is in my hands. I just want everything done quickly. “After prayers zuhur only.” That way, then Uda has time to sublime.

“Good.” The head of the Hamlet left again.

Sayid came over and sat down next to me. Face's wet. His hand carried the Koran and he began to teach next to the body of Amak. I rose to ablution too, in order to teach with him.

Right after the zuhur prayer was over, Uda Asrul arrived with her eyes moist. He immediately ran to Amak's place after I showed him his place when he came down from Surau.

“Amak, forgive Asrul who couldn't help in a crucial moment. Asrul a disobedient and unfilial son!” he said he regretted himself while hugging Amak's stiff body.

All relieved to see my family complete. Ustad who was invited from a neighboring hamlet to lead the funeral also nodded. “Let him a moment. After that, ask to pray zuhur while we bathe the corpse of the rampage.”

That's how fast the day rolled today. The three of us were already sitting in front of the wet red ground and booked in front of us. Ustad led the prayer and we all guaranteed.

Since I left, my heart has been empty. It feels like there is no purpose in life anymore. There's nothing more I need to do to die. I feel bad about this loss. I feel no longer valuable.

Upon returning from the tomb, Uda Asrul asked earnestly what had happened to me. Sayid and I said the same thing again, no matter how many times. And it makes me sick, angry!

After that, I did not see Uda Asrul until entering magrib time. I who while living in surau with Sayid, was surprised to see many people coming to the house of the head of the hamlet.

“Have caught him!” as soon as the voices of the people were put to each other. So rowdy.

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