The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder
CHAPTER 16: Something Becomes Meaningful When It Disappears.

The atmosphere at the cemetery began to be quiet, all the mourners who took Giyan to the final resting place, have returned to their respective homes. However, Mesha was still standing in front of Giyan's tomb. His cry had subsided, but his eyes were red and began to swell, constantly staring at the mound of land, fixedly.

Several times Zafia took Mesha home, but he remained unmoved. Neither her parents, nor her in-laws, nor Grisa, could even persuade her to leave the tomb. In the end, Zafia volunteered to accompany Mesha until she wanted to go home.

No one understood what feeling was raging in Mesha's heart. He himself did not even understand, and continued to deny, that the taste existed because of a glimmer of love. Of love? To Giyan? Mesha shook his head.

"No, it's not love! I even refused this marriage. Not that I hate Giyan! But my heart is still filled with feelings for other men. Is this a mistake? My fault?" Mesha spoke to himself in his heart. Clear threads began to drip from the corner of his eyes.

The fragments of memories about the polah and Giyan's voice, like invading Mesha. Unable to bear it, the woman covered her ears with both hands, and began to sob.

Zafia, increasingly worried about Mesha's state, hurriedly hugs her.

"Sha, is it? Let's go home ...." For the umpteenth time, Zafia persuaded Mesha.

Perhaps because of the fatigue that began to whack, Mesha obeyed the invitation of Zafia.

Upon reaching the house, Zafia got Mesha into the room. A few pairs of eyes stared at the paved Mesha, with a look of pity. Wedding room decorations no longer exist, it seems, all things related to yesterday's wedding, have been removed.

Zafia helps Mesha lie down, swiftly removing Mesha's veil before putting the girl's head on a pillow. Mesha's gaze returned empty, staring at the ceiling of the room.

After learning that his daughter was coming home, Mayang rushed to Mesha's room with a tray of rice and side dishes for two people.

"Sir, Fi, you eat first, let bude take care of Mesha," Mayang ordered gently after he placed the tray he carried on the table.

"Yes, Bude," Zafia replied.

Zafia took out a plate of complete rice with side dishes from the tray, and sat down on the chair in the room.

Mayang sat on the bedside, looking at Mesha's paled face, his heart ached, looking at his daughter's current state. He rubbed the girl's cheek gently.

"Sir, eat yuk, mother bribe huh?" pinta Mayang, wiry.

Mesha shook his head.

"Take it all, Nduk. And you also have to take care of yourself ...." Mayang smothered his own mouth, he was afraid he would cry in front of his daughter.

Zafia accidentally nudged an object on the dresser, as she put the plate back on. He leaned over to pick up the thing that had fallen.

"Mom, the Wiryawan family wants to say goodbye," Bagas said, bending his head.

Mayang got up and said to Zafia, "Nduk, please take care of Mesha again huh? If you can, bude please, you persuade Mesha to eat, huh?"

Zafia grasped the thing she picked up earlier in her fist, then she agreed to Mayang's request.

"Yes, Bude. Fia have to."

Grisa goes into Mesha's room to say goodbye, though there is no reaction from the girl. He nodded, then took Mesha's hand.

"Mhrs ... Sha must be patient, you must be strong. Mas Gi would not like to see Mbak Sha kayak gini," said Grisa, treyuh.

Mesha only blinked in reaction to Grisa's words.

"Sha, look at this .. I accidentally dropped it. Isn't this Zay's bracelet?" asked Zafia while lifting a beaded bracelet.

Suddenly Mesha reacts, he snatches the bracelet Zafia showed him. Then he clasped the bracelet tightly and brought it closer to the chest.

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In the afternoon, Wiryawan's house was crowded with neighbors who heard the sad news about Giyan. They helped prepare the event to send prayers to Giyan. Maryam, Giyan's mother, was as devastated as Mesha was. He sat in Giyan's room hugging a picture of his eldest son.

"Oalah le .. felt, mother still remember your happy smile because it will be with the girl you love, but why ... why did you even go ahead of mother?" lament Maryam in her sobs.

Grisa looked at her mother from the bedroom door, then walked over to Giyan's desk, looking at Giyan's and Mesha's passports lined up. Mesha's photo taken secretly by Giyan was perched sweetly in a beautiful frame, on the table.

Grisa raised the frame containing a photo of Mesha, looking at her for quite a while.

"Mas Gi loved Mesha so much, Mom. Mas Gi must have been happy in the final seconds, gone in the lap of the woman he loved," Grisa said in a raucous voice while holding back her tears.

Maryam turned her head towards Grisa, then went back sobbing.

"Yes ... but what's wrong with Giyan, until as soon as it has to go? And .. and .. heart attack? How ... can?" tell Mary, the stuff is getting louder.

Grisa walked up and sat on the bed hugging her mother.

"Already, Mom. Already .. ikhlaskan mas Gi, mas Gi is happy, already calm, ma'am ..." entertain Grisa.

In the end, Grisa was already unable to hold back her tears. The two women of different generations hugged for a very long time, regardless of the neighbors who had arrived.

"Nwbt ... Gris, I'm asking for help, get me Mesha's passport. It would be better if he kept it to himself," Maryam asked as her cries began to subside.

"Yes, Mom. All Grisa also want to see the situation mbak Mesha. Kasian, Mum. The last part time, Mesha's gaze was empty ..." said Grisa.

"Gusti .. unfortunately fat ..." murmured Maryam after hearing Grisa's story.

"Mother rest, let Grisa help Bude Hanna take care of the preparation of the event send prayers for mas Gi," Grisa proposed while wiping the remains of tears on her cheeks.

Maryam nodded.

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Mesha closed his eyes, then fell asleep, and dreamed. In his dream, he sees Giyan still wearing her wedding dress. The man smiled, waved his hand and then turned his back to Mesha.

Mesha called out to Giyan as he ran after her. But Giyan's figure grew further and further away. Then, Mesha was mired in a hole, and ended up in the night, in his room. Like de javu, the tragedy of the first night repeated itself in his dreams.

"Yinoooooooo! Unhand her! Release!"

Mesha screamed in his sleep, leaving Zafia, who was waiting for him, terrified. He held Mesha's hand. As Mesha gasped awake and reflexively sat down, Zafia hurriedly hugged him.

Mesha cries in the arms of Zafia. Patiently, Zafia let Mesha cry. Words of comfort, as if no longer useful. He just patted the back of his best friend, gently.

Connect ....