OLD LOVE HAS NOT BEEN LOST (CLBK)
Still Grieving

On the way home, Dipta unceasingly prayed in his heart. Pray for his father to be solemn.

He kept holding his hand tightly. Wish this was a dream. The stronger he grasped, the more he realized that this was not a dream.

I don't know why this time the trip to his house feels so far away. Riding a motorcycle is usually only fifteen minutes.

On his current image was the face of his father who was smiling at him. Like when he graduated Junior High School and entered the city's favorite public high school.

No feeling of clear and warm water droplets falling on his cheeks. The feeling of tightness that he had felt was now increasingly becoming. It was as if the oxygen was reluctant to enter his body.

The long journey home is over. Arriving in the alley of his house. Got it off the bike Mr. Herman. The motorbike could not go deeper anymore because it was filled with several motorbikes mourners who came and there was also no more parking in it.

Forced Dipta and Mr. Herman walked down a small alley to arrive at the Dipta house.

Many mourners have arrived. Looks like his father's body has been washed and pardoned.

A yellow flag was placed along the road to his house. It has been seen in the distance blue tarpaulin tents decorate the tiny terrace of his house.

Some neighbors greeted Dipta and patted him on the shoulder as a gesture of 'Patience to Dip!' He simply replied with a blank look.

He was in front of his house. Herman followed him from behind. He was worried that Dipta would become weak and droop.

But it turns out that Mr. Herman's concerns didn't happen. Because Dipta is still strong to see the figure of his father who is lifeless. He was weak in his heart but his body was still strong to walk.

This time the Creator could not resist the crying! Her cries exploded as her two younger sisters stood up and ran towards her then hugged her tightly. Very tight!

"There is no A!" Jerit Lusiana Dipta's youngest sister who still wears Junior High School uniform.

"Aa how is our fate A? We can't live without Dad!" Crying Keysha as she continued to hug the Creator tightly.

"Propay for the Deck! In Shaa Allah we can! I don't like it when we're like this. Aa wants to take ablution first and then we teach again to Father," said Dipta while releasing a soft hug his two younger siblings.

Her sisters nodded at her brother's orders.

The mother who saw Dipta release the arms of her two sisters immediately hugged Dipta who was walking towards her.

"So a son of Soleh ya A! That is what I always say in my prayers. Now Dad has left us for good A," said Mother as if.

"Yes Mom. May you get the best place by God's side" said Dipta, while continuing to hug his mother who is currently in need of support. But the eyes of Dipta are always fixed on the face of Dad who is neat with a shroud wrapped around his body.

I want it to feel like he shook his father's body which is now stiffened. He wants to wake up with all his might. Maybe a miracle will happen.

But he paused to do all that. He finally realized it would not make him restore his father's life again.

"Mom, Aa wudhu first huh?" permission to be created for his mother.

"Yes A." His mother also let go of his embrace.

Dipta immediately took ablution water to the bathroom. There he cried so much. He finished all the tightness in his chest. When you feel better. He wiped away all his tears! Then open the tap and take the ablution water.

After taking ablution, he immediately returned to the living room where his father's body was placed.

He sat next to his father's body. He rubbed his father's face like he was smiling. He hugged his father gently.

He kissed her forehead with his lips shaking with the cry. But he hurriedly made sure that no tears had washed his father's face.

He took the book of jaasiin and read it gently while continuing to pray in his heart that God would grant forgiveness for all the khilaf his father had done in his life.

But he continued reading even though it took a while because of the tightness in the chest.

Finished reading yaasin, Dipta was patted by Mr. Herman from behind.

"Created, I'll let you go home!"

"Oh yes Sir. Thank you, sir," said Dipta still with a trembling voice.

"You are patient!" Mr. Herman tried to strengthen again.

"Yes Sir. Pray for my Father, sir!"

"In shaa Allah will you pray always."

Mr. Herman said goodbye to his mother Dipta. And gave a white envelope containing money for condolence donations from the school.

His mother received the envelope and did not forget to thank him.

After a while after the departure of Mr. Herman. There came another mourner who was still wearing a white-gray uniform.

But they're all girls. Dipta had thought that they were his classmates but it turned out that he was wrong.

It turns out they were Keysha's best friend, the first Dipta's sister. Dipta and Keysha are two years different.

So currently Dipta is sitting in 3rd grade of High School and Keysha is sitting in 1st grade of High School but they are not one school. Because Keysha doesn't want to go to school with her sister. With a reason of shame, fear compared his intelligence with his brother Dipta.

Dipta is famously smart. But never once did he feel arrogant with his intelligence.

He's not basically a bookish kid. He even tends to be lazy when told to read. But whatever he heard, he could instantly memorize and remember longer.

His capture was strong when he heard. Therefore his teacher always called him a child who learned by listening.

So clever even he often comes the neighbor's child who wants to be helped to do PR. And he always accepted their arrival with pleasure.

Seeing Keysha crying in his friend's arms made Dipta's heart cry.

Lucky Keysha has good friends. Dipta also began to pay attention to his friends Keysha one by one.

When finished giving a glance. Now the view of Dipta is directed back to the woman who embraced Keysha earlier.

Aware of being noticed, the woman also threw a smile at Dipta.

Dipta was surprised, he did not think the woman realized that he was watching.

He also smiled. His memory goes back a few years. He seems to know the girl well.

But what's his name?

Where's home?

There was once a sense. Happy childhood. He kept cussing the white-hooded girl.

Sweet girl tanned mature. Nosed and round-eyed. Lipped and tiny. His smile was small but very sweet.

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