Wulan In Night Wound

Chapter 51 Goodbye

I was about to head for the kitchen when the last-goal heard Bune's voice from inside his room. To get to the kitchen, I had to go through my parents' room.

"Sir, Sir! Tangio! Ojo guyon ta's. Ora's funny, sir!"

(Sir, Sir! Wake up! Don't joke dong. Not funny, Sir!)

I thought Pakne was joking. But I vaguely heard Bune's sobs as well.

"Sir, handle sir! Come budhal roast the market. Hiks Hicks"

"Mengko kentekan meat sing slick you know, sir! Ojo guyon ngene tho, Pakne. Hix hyx"

(Sir, get up sir! Let's go to the market)

(Later out of good meat, you know, sir! Don't joke like this, Pakne)

I'm the one who's worried about knocking on Bune's door.

Tok tok tok tok

"Bune what's up? Please open the door" I asked Bune.

Soon the door opened showing Bune's teary face.

"Mrs, Nduk. Ora gelem. Wes ta' gepuki pipine pancet ora gelem tangi"

(Baty, Nduk. Not to wake up. I hit him on the cheek and still won't get up)

The deg!

My heart is pounding receiving information from Bune.

I saw Pakne lying on his side against the door.

I approached him slowly, then tried to turn his body slowly to lie on his back.

Feels cold and tense.

I tried to look at his chest, looking for signs of breathing movements.

Niente.

I put my index finger in front of his nose.

Niente.

I put my finger on his cold wrist. Still trying to shake the truth.

Niente. There was no pulse in my father's pulse.

I still refuse to believe. I put my ear on his chest. No heartbeat heard.

Deg deg deg deg!

Heart's pounding. No tears escaped my eyes as my brain slowly began to digest and could not deny reality.

"Innalillahi wa'inna ilaihi raji'un" I whispered slowly.

Bune, who was next to me, heard my whisper.

"Babeeeeee!! Samean with tego? Ojo mulih dhisik, sir. I'm karo say hello to me?" bune's cries and roars broke out instantly.

(Pakneeeeee!! You are the heart? Don't go home, sir. Who would I be like if you left me?)

I just rubbed the shoulder of Bune who was crying on Pakne's chest.

I led Bune to my room to accompany Sky, while the door of Bune's room closed.

I immediately pulled out the motorbike and headed to Mr. RT's house to inform him of Pakne's death. I ignored the piercing dawn chill, as I was wearing only a short-sleeved shirt and knee-length training pants.

I went home and found Bune still with Sky. The sky was awake and confused to find Utinya crying next to him.

"Tenapa Ma'am? Uti nanis tarna Yangit Christmas huh?" tanyanya sad.

"Sir, Le. Sky child pinter, Sky ain't naughty" replied Bune and hugged Sky.

"The dragon has gone to heaven, baby. Pray that Kakung is calm and happy in heaven, huh?" imbuhku.

"Cuygaga? Beyayti Tatung is on the floor? Yangit wants itut"

I am incapable of words. Can only embrace the sky in arms. The tears melted unstoppably.

"It should have gone straight to the doctor last night, Nduk. Last night Pakne complained that his heart and back were hot. But Pakne refused" Bune told me.

I can only stroke Bune's back trying to strengthen.

Not long after, people from Rukat management came and began to install tents and plastic chairs in the courtyard of the house. The gate was opened wide, giving access to mourners who wanted to come to the church.

Bune can't do anything. Just sit in the corner of the living room that has been removed sofa and table, then paired with carpet. Welcoming the servants who started coming.

Pakne and Bune's relatives I called. Those whose homes are near, are already present at seven in the morning and help prepare this and that.

The residents of the boarding house who were initially confused by the morning commotion, finally said their condolences. Some even say they will follow a prayer event together even though they are different religions.

I took the initiative to hire catering services for a seven-day joint prayer event and prepare a banquet for mourners. The brothers Bune and Pakne immediately agreed.

At 08:00 Pakne's body was bathed and sholated. Bune peppered the entire face of Pakne who was already kafan when it will be inserted into the coffin. Ready to be sent to the final resting house.

Arriving at the funeral, the front row in front of the burrow is me, Bune and Sky, along with relatives who have been present.

When Pakne's body was put in a burrow, the sky said "Mom, Tatung tok is on the ground? Yangit never met Tatung again dong"

Me and Bune could only cry as unwillingly as they heard the plain words of Heaven.

As the ground began to cover Pakne's corpse, the sky began to cry.

"Janan's roof was closed off. Later the lady who was carrying Yangit Talau Tatung in the ground"

"Uti, Tatung is closed" he whined at Bune.

Bune instantly grabbed the Sky in a sling. My tears from earlier have been creeking, flooding like a broken dam.

By 20:15 the participants of the prayer together had returned home. I delivered the Diva's departure in front of the fence, which came to visit. The fence is not closed because there are some fathers who "stick", the tradition of staying up at the event of death for 7 nights.

I accompanied Bune to sleep in his room, while my room was occupied by Pakne's brother staying over. Some brothers roll out foam mattresses in the living room to rest

I knocked on the door of the room and entered without waiting for a response from Bune. The sky was asleep next to its head. Bune leans dreamily on the headboard.

"Not sleeping Bune?" let me talk while lying on the right side of the sky.

He shook weakly.

No one spoke next. Each is immersed in grief and a memory of Pakne that flashes continuously in memory.

Moments later Bune shuffled up and headed for the closet. Crouching open the bottom drawer.

He brought a wide, velvety box wrapped in red. He sat on the lip of the bed and opened the box.

I saw a white gold necklace with a heart-shaped pendant that could be opened. He opened the locket.

It appears to me an old photo edited in such a way that it can fit snugly inside a pendant.

"Our wedding photo, Nduk" Bune's voice choked.

"This picture is always in Pakne's wallet. Bune really didn't expect Mas Jaka to leave so soon"

Wulan and Bu Nimas came back crying and hugging. Trying to strengthen each other. Wulan had not known his adoptive father for long. Not until four years. But the figure of Mr. Jaka is really like his own real father. Now, twice has Wulan felt the loss of a father figure.