YOUR EYES GAVE ME A SOUL MATE

13. Come

Along the way home, Najwa thought about the possible contents of the will.

"What exactly has Affan felt, if his age will not be long? he wrote such a will, as if he were ready to die" said Najwa.

15 Minutes later, Najwa was almost at his house. But he stopped right in front of Butet's house, as the girl was seen sweeping the courtyard.

"Eh...Where do you look like?" ask Butet.

"From my in-laws' house. From today I'm officially going home to my parents." Answer Najwa.

"Ckk..turn off your motor when you're talking. Somewhat deaf ears he made," said Butet. Najwapun turned the key of the motor counter-clockwise, so that the noise was no longer heard.

"Why did you move out of your in-laws' house? were you kicked out?" cananda Butet's.

"indiscriminately. Where is there a father-in-law who can ngusir daughter-in-law beautiful and cute like me?" kekeh Najwa, until Butet throws his lips.

"Is your in-laws okay with you coming home so soon?" ask Butet.

"He's a little heavy. But how else? it will happen soon too." Answer Najwa.

"Well..patience yes? I'm sure you can get through this. Affan must be proud of you right now" Butet said.

Najwa only responded to Butet's words with a blank smile.

"Yes, I went home first. I miss my mom" said Najwa.

"OK." said Butet while giving a thumbs up.

Najwa started to start the engine, until the bike was running slowly. Najwa was quite astonished, when he arrived in front of his house all the windows and doors of the house were closed.

"Mak'e, sir'e where are you? is the house closed? are they leaving?" nana lirih.

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"Assalammu'alaikum's chat. Mak 'e? Nana's gone home, mak...."

Najwa's voice rang out loud, until one of the neighbors heard the voice.

"Nana. Bude Sumi isn't home, he's going to go to the pakde suratmo to the puskesmas."

"Puskesmas? who's sick?" nana asked as she approached Ratmi who was holding her baby.

"Sir. It's been 3 days pakde meriang, no appetite. The tension is also up, listen up to 190 per 120. If the road also staggered like a drunk person," Ratmi said.

"False to Ratmi. I didn't follow them to the puskesmas."

"Monggo mbak Nana," said Ratmi while entering his house because the baby was fussy.

Meanwhile, Najwa rushes to remove the rubber-binding suitcase from the top of his motorcycle. The suitcase was then placed on his doorstep. After that, he rushed to follow his parents.

"Ndok?" sumirah asked when she saw her daughter parked her motorcycle in the puskesmas parking lot.

"Have you finished Mak'e? how'd it go?" najwa asked as she stared at Suratmo's forehead with the back of her hand.

"It's just a normal fever. But your sir'e tension is very high. It was checked out at the tensenya 190." Reply Sumirah.

"Yes Allah sir'e. Is it ngopo sir? how can the tension of the can rise so drastically?" ask Najwa.

Suratmo just kept quiet, the man was not feeling well at the moment, plus his high tension, so his body felt weak.

"Yes, we better go home first. Mak'e was on a rickshaw?" ask Najwa.

"Yes." Yeah." Reply Sumirah.

"Yes, he's riding a rickshaw again. If the three bells are afraid not to fit and jengkang backward," said Najwa.

Najwa spied at Suratmo's feet as they arrived home. During his age up to 23 years, only this time he saw Suratmo like people do not have the spirit of life.

"Pak'e why? what is pak'e thinking? how can you make it so bad?" ask Najwa.

Despite Najwa and Sumirah's expectations, Suratmo's cries broke out instantly. And suddenly the man hugged his daughter tightly while rubbing the top of Najwa's head.

"Are you doing nothing? sir'e your thoughts. It's so sorry you dok. Hiccu...." Suratmo sniffling.

Hearing the cause of his pain Suratmo because he thought of himself, Najwapun's cries broke again. Sumirah also shed tears. Indeed, many changes have happened to Suratmo lately, the old man has not complained about chickens in the cassava garden owned by Mr. Tukijan for a week. Suratmo is also more silent and daydreaming. And his appetite is almost non-existent. That's why my body shrank a little.

But Sumirah was completely unthinkable, if the cause of the man was sick because he was thinking about the fate of their only daughter.

"Pak'e don't mind much. Nana's fine, this Nana is young. No need to worry anymore, sir?" nana said as she sobbed in Suratmo's arms.

"Pak'e feels this must be because pak'e likes to eat chicken. This must be karma, right?"

"Eh?" Najwa stopped crying for a while, especially Sumirah suddenly blinked her eyes, so Najwa had to all play a show.

"It's true that too sir'e. The Quran is also mentioned. Whoever commits a crime, however small, will surely receive his recompense. And vice versa. But since pak'e ngadu chicken it's been a long time, so Najwa who bear it is so big."

"I'm sorry sir'e ndok. Pak'e promised not to eat chicken again" Suratmo said.

"Promise yo sir?"

"Come." Answer Suratmo.

"Oh yes. Najwa wants to tell you. Tomorrow my father-in-law and his family will come here" Najwa said after the hug was broken.

"What are the requirements for ndok?" ask Sumirah.

"Before leaving for the city of Jp, it turns out that Affan left two wills. But he wanted the letter to be read in front of the family, including you."

"Wish letter? what's that about?" ask Sumirah.

"Nana also doesn't know buk'e. My in-laws said the letter was still sealed."

"Does your husband have a treasure trove or something?" ask Suratmo.

"Ndidn't know either. But my in-laws want me to take care of Affan's favorite motorcycle in front of our house." Answer Najwa.

"Yes already. Whatever it is, hopefully it is okay" said Sumirah.

"Mother." Answer Najwa and Suratmo.

*****

Bend day....

As agreed upon, the family of Grace actually came to Najwa's house to read Affan's will. Najwa looks beautiful with her blue dress. While Ega looks handsome with his shirt in matching color with Najwa's shirt.

"I feel like I want to change clothes. Why does it have to be the same color as her?" inner Najwa.

Ega looked at the contents of Najwa's house that looked simple. His eyes met Najwa and then Najwa threw away his face.

"alright. Sir, buk, we mean to come here because we want to convey the mandate in the form of two wills from Affan, before he went to the city of Jp," said Rahmat.

"What exactly is the will, sir?" ask Suratmo.

"We don't know yet, either. But hopefully it's good. Can we read it now, sir?" ask Grace.

"Monggo sir," Suratmo said.

Grace then began to unseal the brown rectangular paper, which turned out that there were two letters in Affan's words.

TO BE CONTINUE'S...🤗🙏