You're Not the First

Assultants

Once back in the residence of Sofiyah, Basofi sat in the living room, his body felt empty and had no strength at all. The fear ambushed him back as when he first came to the house.

His hands even trembled as he shook hands with the good-bye people as well as the newly arrived mourners. The shadow of Mr. Basofi's face while in his lap when bathed was dancing in front of his face. He was afraid that the spirit of his late future father-in-law would follow him and take him to the grave. Basofi is really parno now.

Abah Fani who saw the frightened face of the handsome man she knew as the future husband of Sofiyah. He then sat near her.

"Son Basofi is okay?", asked Abah Fani.

"Eh,. i-it,.", actually he wants to confide but his mouth feels muddy. He also felt that his pride would fall if anyone heard that he was afraid of such mystical things.

Abah Fani who noticed the figure of Basofi since a little understood if the man sitting next to him was frightened.

"As soon as the mourners leave the angel's grave will come and ask the mayor as taught during the mayit's mental qin." Abah Fani tried to explain the real events.

"Who is your Lord, who is your prophet, what is your book, what is your religion?. If during his life the mayor does more good then he will be fluent in answering the questions of the angels Munkar and Nakir.

And on the contrary if the mayor while living in the world more often do mischief and disobey to Allah then his mouth will be confused and difficulty to answer these questions".

Basofi listened carefully while bowing his head.

"Our world with their world is different. We are still in the natural world, still given the opportunity to repent can still ask for help and so forth. While the people who have died they are in the barzah realm. They will be rewarded for their behavior while living in the world. People who fear Allah will live as in the portico of heaven and people whose lives are often disobeyed by Allah will feel as if they are already in hell when they just tasted it."

"The spirit that wanders about being killed is how the bah?". Basofi was finally able to express his disobedience. I want to know from a religious point of view. Is it just a fairy tale?.

"There was no soul that was holding it. If the jinn who claimed this and that much but if the people who have died yes they will face the angels Munkar and Nakir. There will be no time to disturb people. But if the jinn there are Muslims there are non-Muslims so many of them also disturb humans".

Basofi was still bowing his head while trying to digest every word of the man he was with. Although he had gained enlightenment at length but still he still felt frightened.

Abah Fani patted Basofi on the shoulder and resigned. Basofi was still stunned to think about how it would be tonight if he had to wake up in the middle of the night, to the bathroom by himself. He shook his head in anger at himself. You coward, swear at his heart.

Basofi was shocked to hear Sofiya roaring while shouting for papi-papi. He seemed to have regained consciousness and immediately remembered his papi.

The man who was matured at that age instantly stood up. His power has returned.

Inside the small room were two women who accompanied Sofiyah. Basofi's mother and Sofiyah's mother. The two of them just sat nearby while rubbing his hands as well as his back. Not interrupting or lecturing a young girl at the peak of her grief. The two seemed to have the same thought, letting the girl vent her emotions and hopefully after that she can calm down and think clearly.

Sofiya's tears flowed profusely though her hands continued to rub her eyes and cheeks to stop her pace but those tears of sadness continued to fall.

Sofiyah's eyes caught Basofi's presence in her room making her stop crying.

He looked at the man he was betrothed to with a deadly look.

"To where is papi?", his voice raspy and his speech sound sniffled.

Sofiyah tried to stand up but her body was slow and she fell back down to make her mother and her future in-laws panic and tried to calm her again because Sofiyah was now screaming screaming papi-papi.

Basofi approached and Sofiyah became confused. He hit the man's body with his pillow.

"Assalamualaikum.".", people heard saying greetings from outside.

"Italy...!" Both mothers and one by one of them went out to meet guests who might want to visit and arrive late.

Basofi endured all the blows Sofiyah had directed at him. He drew closer and sat down near the girl who was still hitting her pillow on the chest of the handsome man's field.

"Return papi!! Give me back my papi!!", he cried sobbing and one hand now instead of hitting the chest of the field Basofi who is now sitting opposite him.

He had lowered his voice because he did not want people to come to pity him.

Basofi hugged Sofiyah's head with a slight force. Fortunately between the two there is a pillow as a separator so that their bodies are not directly attached.

Sofiyah who initially rejected Basofi's embrace was ultimately silent because her strength was not comparable to the handsome and cunning man who now faced her. Her tears soaked the shirt of the man who is now lulled with the smell of shampoo that is out through the gap of her hijab which is now no longer shaped. He seemed not to care about his appearance because it was covered by sadness that filled the recesses of his heart.

"Don't cry! Papi would be sad to see you like this Ay.!", whispered Basofi. There was a sense of tightness in his heart when he saw the chaotic state of Sofiyah like that. There was a pity mixed with pity that erupted in his heart.

"I want to go with papi.. I want to come with papi!" his whining sounds so sad.

Basofi did not answer again he just rubbed the head covered by the hijab gently while inhaling the scent of the girl's hair. It felt like he wanted to kiss the girl so that he could forget his sadness for a moment.

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In the evening, there was a ceremony held for the late Mr. Basuki in the entrance hall of the pesantren. Basofi and his mother still live there. Only his father, Mikail and Daniel, say goodbye first.

Make Basofi inevitably have to join the fardhu prayer in the mosque. Again, he felt peace and like coming home.

It feels relieved and happy.

The sound of tahlil echoed in nature along with the reading that flowed from the lips of the santrj as well as the neighbors and surrounding communities.

Basofi who had never once participated in such an event only moved his lips as if he was reading when he did not understand anything.

Stiffened in his heart for what to do all that, is there any benefit to the person who died or something like that can ease the grief of families who get calamity? .

After the tahlil event is completed then trays are removed that contain snacks and snacks as a thank you.