Iddah
Chapter 5

Arriving at home my heart is not good.why so many people RT me gathered in my house. Ma'am Yoen hugged me.

"What's wrong, ma'am?" much

"The patient, the strong, the order yes Bu Tina... Mr. Win is dead."

I have not heard clearly what Bu Yoen said anymore, suddenly my body was limp, like boneless .. between conscious and not... then it was like there were voices of people screaming and then gone. The dark.....

...

My nose is hot, I open my eyes slowly. I'm still not fully aware. I felt my hands, feet and head like I was getting a massage...

"Bu Tina.. isaghfar... istighfar.... istighfar... astaghfirullaah... astaghfirullaah.... laailaaha illallaah...."

Slowly - my consciousness returned. I was helped to sit by mothers.....

"Thatimah... nduk...!!!" I screamed while crying

"Fatimaah.. nduk.. here ibuke is hugged... strengthened.." said Bu Yoen while waving to Fatimah.

Fatimah approached and I hugged her tightly. I cried - so.

"Yes Allah is the... Mr. piye.." I shouted.

"Buk, buk e. istighfar.... Allah dear Father.muk do not do this. later you do not calm down.... Mas Bagas is coming soon... I must be calm." whispered Fatimah in my ear.

Slowly - my crying subsides... Fatimah let go of his embrace and kissed me. "We have to be sincere... Mas Yoga has been picked up by Pakdhe Loso easily - hopefully the journey is smooth.... Now I take a bath first yes. We continue to pray for the Father."

I looked at my ragil. I took a deep breath and Istighfar as much as - so much so that my heart was a little relieved..... Oh Allah strengthen me...

"Sir, please help my mother to the bathroom... I still lemes."

I immediately cleaned my body, changed my clothes and prepared to pray for the corpse because it turned out that Mas Win's body had been bathed and had been forgiven.

In my heart I still wonder about the chronology of the fall of Mas Win which led to his death.

"Mas Bagas ride what nduk?"

"Fine buk motorbike, piggybacked by the cement."

"Where is Yoga going?"

"Same Yoga mas Pakdhe Loso is still in Nganjuk buk* toll*...

"Astaghfirullaah.. astaghfirullaah. forgive sins - sins Mas Win Ya Allaah... he is a good person.... place in your best paradise Ya Allaah..."

I'm dzikir beside Mas Win's body. Many times Fatimah hugged and wiped my tears that did not stop flowing.

"Strong - strong O Allah.. strengthen me, strengthen my children.. astaghfirullaah..."

"Buk, Mas Bagas dateng" whispered Fatimah

I looked outside, I saw Bagas and his friend just arrived. Bagas threw his bag and ran in. The three of us hugged while crying.

"Have - been le.. cried for a while wae.... Ikhlaskan Mr. yaa...You have calmed there. Now you bathe, wudhu continue to pray for the father yes..." Ms. Yoen broke our embrace.

After the funeral prayer, we dzikir - dzikir while waiting for Yoga and Pakdhe Loso. Estimates before two o'clock they're here. Liang is ready too.

"Oh, Budhe Nining called" Bagas said, handing over his phone.

"Assalaamu'alaikum mbak Ning"

"Waalaikumussalaam... Yes Allah .. la Win is healthy to bulik.lakok even ndisiki ki piye.... Oh Allah.." - Mbak Nining.

"No matter what - mbak.. forgive Mas Win yo mbak.. doane mawon for mas Win.. do not have to go home mbak. pity Mas To if left behind"

Well... Win was three brothers. The first is Loso, the second is Mbak Nining and Mas Win is ragil. Mbak Nining's husband named Sularto (commonly called Mas To) had two years of severe stroke. I can't do anything - what. Can only lie down. Her body on the left is dead. Now Mbak Nining who became the backbone of the family by selling groceries at home while taking care of mas To. Automatically cannot go anywhere. One of his children is still in High School.